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@fallenangelwings || a meme continuation || from here.

long frame still stretched out and down for the count upon the sofa--sam drifted off into a sleep brought on by blood loss and exhaustion. the bullet had done a number on him. too much blood was lost and the only remedy for that was rest. grace did its job of keeping him alive. that's for damn sure. without castiel being there? had the situation unfolded exactly the same? there's a good chance that his outcome would've been tragically different.

the angel's supply is weak but effective. kept him breathing. shallow and unsteady as it is. turns out? doesn't substitute a blood bank and that's alright. it was enough. a particularly loud crash (aka his brother venting frustration in the way his brother vents it) against the wall is echoed by a barely unconscious, knee jerk grunt. the noise startles sam awake in a violent yank of limbs that finishes with one knee bent and his hands cupping his face to rub off the sudden jolt his sleep being ripped out of his brain rattled his body by.

gold brimmed hazel stare tiredly towards the ceiling. dark circles underneath and pale skin serve to make them appear lighter than they should. "sorry. i..yeah..sorry." apologetic murmur barely above a whisper issued from a pair of lips that form a weak smile to greet the angel with upon turning his head against the armrest that's seen better, fluffier days by about three or more decades worth of years and use.

"dean okay," he asks knowing in his gut where that noise came from. what caused it. even though he's been out, he knows down to his bones what the sound of something smashing against a wall sounds like. for reasons he'd rather not talk about or focus on. pretty much ever.

uprooted meme // accepting!

THE SHARP TWIST in her gut is not a sensation the earth goddess has felt in eons, and she is greatly displeased by it. proud and powerful creature that she is, to feel threatened feels like a lack of control, and that simply will not do. but she keeps her features placid, open even, as her mind races through potential plans and their following potential outcomes -- mother nature does not listen to many. in fact, castiel is not frequently one of them.

but she is not a stupid woman. if an angel says protection is required, she will at least give pause.

"Alright, smart ass."

Bested by his own methods, Dean makes reluctant good on his promise — and throws in a head start for good measure. He claps one hand on Cas's shoulder and the other on the backrest to turn the whole chair parallel to the table. The over-under on the angel's ability to make it much further is looking pretty bleak, but some lessons are best learned the hard way.

"All clear for takeoff. Go ahead. Wherever you want." Does that sound facetious? It's 'cause he's being facetious. Dean steps to the side, both to block the lane to the motel room's door (not that'd make it that far) and to be ready to catch Cas's inevitable stumble. The sullen crumpled heap of him would be of greater concern if he weren't so aggressively against, you know, even attempting a human remedy. Wonder where he got the allergy to rest from. Dean will worry that bridge into the ground after they exhaust all other methods.

❛ please understand that i am not lying , ❜ for Balthazar @fallenangelwings

"oh yes, i'm sure you're not," answers balthazar with a shrug. fingers are curled around a glass of red wine - the other angel clearly having interrupted balthazar's evening. "i'm just not sure that i want to help."

"I think I'd have to be shorter for that. If my vessel were any taller I'd be a monolith." It was already hard enough to relate to humans without them merely reaching waist height. You're speaking foolishness, Castiel. "Sounds a little like you're jealous. Don't worry Chast-iel, true vessels can hold an angel no matter how scrawny they are."

@fallenangelwings said: "Did you just call the demon a motherfucker?"

     “An unfortunate side effect of molting, kiddo.  We have to lose old things sometimes. But they make room for new things, and sometimes, those new things are even better.”  

A long fingered hand rests on the fledgling’s head.