[open] these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever

[unwings]

WHO: Castiel and others
WHAT: catch-all, OPEN and CLOSED threads below
WHERE: Horizon, Free Cities
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: Will add as needed, noted in comment headers
OTHER: Will match brackets or prose.

It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest
With this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful
There is love that doesn't have a place to rest
But it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulders

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the world may never know

[unwings]

Uh... No.

[ is castiel's immediate, and incredibly suspicious answer. not even the angel can pretend it's anything close to passingly convincing, and he sighs, tugging his gardening gloves off and getting down to serious conversation. he did mean to go over this with sam, after all. not the when did you fall in love with me part, exactly, but the bit with dean hoping through the horizon, definitely. ]

Dean. I found Dean, in the Horizon. He's, um. Much more demonic than we last left him.

[ as in, completely. black eyed, rude attitude, causing hurt feelings and emotional turmoil abound. ]

I believe it's still reversable.

[ please forget absolutely everything else you heard about this prior to these last couple sentences, please and thank you. ]

[outwear]

[ Sam's eyes go wide and his mouth hangs open briefly before he finds it in himself to clamp it shut. ]

Shit.

[ Out it comes in a soft breath. He's both afraid and relieved at this revelation and for a moment it does as intended. ]

Did you talk to him? What did he say?

[unwings]

Essentially that he wants nothing to do with us.

[ which is extreme paraphrasing, but the rest of that conversation neither cas or sam would be comfortable discussing, he thinks. ]

He still seems to believe nothing can be done about the Mark. Though he appeared less interested in violence, more in... sexual misconduct.

[ an awkward shifting from foot to foot. his eyes cast down to the bag of mulch he dropped, and cas decides it's a great time to get back to that task. ]

[outwear]

[ Sam has to wonder what part of Dean's sexual exploits don't count as misconduct but ultimately it's far too awkward to mention when he'd just got done overhearing Cas considering Dean's brand of misconduct.

Sam feels his guts twisting and he's not sure he's ready for this conversation, but here they are. He clears his throat. ]

Is that why—? The, um. Questions? Ah, about attraction? Did he say something else?

[ Because he wants nothing to do with us doesn't say much about his carnal exploits. Something here doesn't make sense. ]

[unwings]

[ as the youths say: ah, shit.

Redirecting his attention towards the mulch bag, Cas hauls it back up on his shoulder, choking back another rough cough that threatens to burst from his lungs, but he’s too proud to use the wheelbarrow. ]

It’s nothing important, really.

[ he shakes his head, but the agitation of vocal chords, air tickling over rawness I. his throat, is enough irritant to set off that cough building in his chest. It barks from him, forcing it’s way out as Cas hunches over, the mulch bag falling from his shoulder to the ground. It almost sounds like he’s choking for a second, with how violently it shakes him, no second between for sucking in a breath (something he apparently needs now).

By the end of it, Cas is plopped down in the dirt, hand on his chest, carefully wheezing for air, face gone blotchy red and eyes a little glassy that way a terrible cold gets you. Looks like he’s staying here for this conversation. ]

He may have implied, [ raspy and defeated, Cas takes his time getting it all out, pausing to glance over his shoulder at the half finished garden around him. ] That I might harbor… less than professional feelings for him.