#end!wars

 Castiel rubbed his arm some as he began to usher the crowd of Angels out of their former-base. With a faint smile to his brothers and sisters he watched the last few move out of the gates before closing the Camp fully. 

 The raven haired angel was quick to mount the black buck Abner had lent him and trotted his way to the front of his group where his lieutenant and the two Archangels await him.

 Before turning the ebony colored horse around he gave their old camp one final look. It had been their home for months. To say goodbye to it...well. It was just something that had to be done. Cas took a steady breath before turning around and not looking back. He had a family to move out. 

 “Okay gang, lets move out.” Cas said firmly. The leader of the rag-tag team of broken and battered angels lightly nudged his horse starting the march for their long and hopeful journey.

 Time to find the humans. Time to find Dean.

@wingsandbullets

                                             Sam was getting better, slowly. Dean wasn't trying to press his luck, or stress Sam out. But they were running out of time before they would have to leave for the camp where they would meet Cas, and he needed Sam to be at his top health. He was gonna need all the fighters he could get.

                                             Which is what brought Dean to Sam's cabin. After speaking with some of the medics, and Jody, she recomended that Dean do some sparring with Sam, see where he was at, if he could do it. He walked up the steps leading to the old broken door. Damn they needed to be leaving here soon. The buildings were hardly standing up on their own. He knocked on the door before opening it and stepping in.

THE MOMENT TO FIGHT TO FIGHT TO FIGHT TO FIGHT

// With my exams next month, I thought it’d be best to prioritise studying over roleplaying. I know I’m slow af with replies anyway, but in the next two weeks (10th-23rd April) please expect activity to slow down a lot. Replies will still be coming out but at a much slower rate.  Then during the two weeks after that (24th April- 7th May) near to all activity will stop. Only if I desperately need a roleplay fix will I be online, and ofc if anyone needs to talk I will still be available <3 

End!Wars group: I’ll still be replying to our threads during this time as they are a priority. However, I wont be as active in the group chat as I am now, so I’d appreciate it if you tag me in anything important that comes up to grab my attention <3

Absolutely all activity (incl group verse) will stop for the 8th, 9th and 10th for the exams themselves.

@purusfractum, @wingsandbullets, @billsxbabyxgirl, @gwenmatory, @universapatrem, @thecreatorofallthings

                                             Things weren't going so great. The supply runs were coming back with less and less and Dean found himself stuck between a rock and a hard place. His talk with Cas the night before hadn't gone any better. He said what everyone was thinking...They needed to leave. He couldn't wait for Cas to get back. The location of the angel had remained a secret from everyone. As far as they all knew...Castiel left without Dean knowing. Dean figured that the less people knew about the angels the better. Angels weren't a favorite among the humans...He didn't need fights breaking out about it.

                                             Dean just sighed and held the angel close to him. He knew this was hard on everyone...But this was beating down hard on the two of them. He never wanted this to be how things would turn out. But between Sam being sick, this whole world going to shit, and almost losing Cas, Dean was slowly heading down a self destructive hole, that suicide mission being one of them. If Cas hadn't shown up when he did...He would have been gone.

@thefootstepsimfollowing

He was off camp when he heard the call, scouting about because he was more comfortable out than he was in. It wasn’t a question of loving his family or not. It was the end of the world, old grudges seemed not to be worth the efforts, really, but he had lived alone for so long that having so many people in his personal space ( which took most of a manor ) put him on edge.

Needless to say, one word was enough to make him run. Mainly because he was first a soldier and answering to commands were easy. Then came the fact Castiel was one of the two angels he appreciated the presence without getting stressed.

He saw Castiel before he saw the child, almost getting mowed in the process, but dodging right on time to throw him away in the heat of the moment. He hurried at his brother’s side, an enochian anger on his lips before he held it in.

“A child?!”

Anger to hide his worry.

“Only you would get fooled by a child in this god’s forsaken world.” He growled, looking at his wound before applying one hand to it, light immediately leaving his palm.

 Castiel was gripping his stomach in agony, the slice from one side to the other was deep and purging itself of blood and the flickering light of Grace. The child had been thankfully too small to reach anything above his waist and up at least. If you could call that good anyways. 

 He wheezed in pain, trying however to still warn the blond who came running towards him about the little boy still in his path. “D-Don’t!’ Cas yelled. But Balthazar had been quicker, moving out of the way from the wild swipes the boy made with her blade. 

 With a light yelp in the background, he figured the kid had been tossed out of the way. Not killed. Always a plus.  

 “S-Sorry big brother. I-I.....was a fool.” The ebony haired angel whispered, wincing in pain. No...wait. Was Balthazar using his- 

 He didn’t have time to click one and two together when the child and several move came lunging forwards out of the broken and tattered buildings around them. It was an entire horde of demons wearing the skin of children. Some next level Children of the Corn stuff here. And he didn’t think things could get anymore wrong around here.