[ tracking dean's path through one violent tavern altercation to the next, cas catches up to him in aquila. jo's left behind, knowing how poorly this interaction could go. if dean puts a fist through castiel's chest, he doesn't want her living with that image in her head, and cas couldn't bear getting her hurt again. at full power, a fight with a knight of hell would be trying. as he is, there'd be no way for him to protect a human from the demon.
it's a long shot, a last ditch effort. at best, it's the most ill-advise attempt at trial and error. castiel has to try, he owes him that much. whatever else dean means to him, he's his family first. as the frequently preached saying goes - we don't leave family behind.
for several nights, cas keeps tabs on the few seedier taverns he knows of in the city, once he learns dean's in the area. the majority of his last paycheck from the clinic goes towards greasing palms, but once he knows dean's entered one, cas has to work fast. the alleys and side streets in Aquila are a mix of cobblestone and dirt. it's easy enough to paint the devil's trap across the width of the stone alley behind the bar, then bring some buckets of dirt to scatter across the length of the visible street from the back door. He had to create his own rosary, stringing together beads, reciting prayers as he hammered the cross out, but it was enough to bless several flasks and a full bucket of holy water.
knowing the first sight of him would send dean on an escape path, cas takes a new angle with what he learned from his last encounter. far from the most morally sound of strategies, using some unfortunate innocent as bait, neither sam or jo are here to object. his partner in scheming is a male prostitute, approximately the age, height, and build of kyle. that appeared to be this hedonistic dean's type, and it's become clear what his current appetite for sin includes. castiel pays the man to linger in the club, drink, flirt and distract dean long enough for Cas to finish the trap. dean's easy enough to play out a non-commercial attraction to, and his cohort doesn't have to fake interest when he lures dean towards the back alley with the promise of quick, emotionless, non-strings attached sex.
As soon as Dean steps down from the back door's stoop, he's entered the devil's trap, and Cas announces himself via a bucket of holy water splashed directly into his face. his paid accomplice seems less than willing to split, but after a barked go, while dean's skin is sizzling, he's flustered enough to make his escape.
not knowing how long the trap will hold him, cas starts into the exorcism immediately. ] Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus.
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it's a long shot, a last ditch effort. at best, it's the most ill-advise attempt at trial and error. castiel has to try, he owes him that much. whatever else dean means to him, he's his family first. as the frequently preached saying goes - we don't leave family behind.
for several nights, cas keeps tabs on the few seedier taverns he knows of in the city, once he learns dean's in the area. the majority of his last paycheck from the clinic goes towards greasing palms, but once he knows dean's entered one, cas has to work fast. the alleys and side streets in Aquila are a mix of cobblestone and dirt. it's easy enough to paint the devil's trap across the width of the stone alley behind the bar, then bring some buckets of dirt to scatter across the length of the visible street from the back door. He had to create his own rosary, stringing together beads, reciting prayers as he hammered the cross out, but it was enough to bless several flasks and a full bucket of holy water.
knowing the first sight of him would send dean on an escape path, cas takes a new angle with what he learned from his last encounter. far from the most morally sound of strategies, using some unfortunate innocent as bait, neither sam or jo are here to object. his partner in scheming is a male prostitute, approximately the age, height, and build of kyle. that appeared to be this hedonistic dean's type, and it's become clear what his current appetite for sin includes. castiel pays the man to linger in the club, drink, flirt and distract dean long enough for Cas to finish the trap. dean's easy enough to play out a non-commercial attraction to, and his cohort doesn't have to fake interest when he lures dean towards the back alley with the promise of quick, emotionless, non-strings attached sex.
As soon as Dean steps down from the back door's stoop, he's entered the devil's trap, and Cas announces himself via a bucket of holy water splashed directly into his face. his paid accomplice seems less than willing to split, but after a barked go, while dean's skin is sizzling, he's flustered enough to make his escape.
not knowing how long the trap will hold him, cas starts into the exorcism immediately. ] Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus.