So far Castiel had only heard of Sam in passing, thanks to Dean holding him in high esteem. Despite being in what could be considered a very small environment with a host of other people natives and captives alike Castiel hadn't gone out of his way to socialize. Talking to people was outside of his comfort zone and after the forced bonding and memory purge he'd withdrawn even more to compensate for the total lack of control.
His fight or flight had been pushed onto its axis prior to his jaunt in purgatory, and being trapped in one place and then pulled into another of similar confinement had taken its toll on him.
The meeting at Sam's Horizon had been a point of interest for him since he'd caught wind of it and his well-spoken and well-put speech helped to abate some of his own concerns. It's not difficult to see why Dean held such high regard for him, the way he commands the room and assuages the doubt of the crowd should be commended. It had been a long time since he'd witnessed a human with such venerable qualities, and it reminded him of exactly why he'd chosen to help Dean and Sam and had abandoned everything he'd ever known by doing so.
He stays off to the side for the duration of the speech, his eyes never leaving Sam during the entirety of his declaration. The food, drink, and communication is a tapestry of things not meant for him and so after the questions are asked and answered Castiel exits the main house and moves out to the dock. The water is calm, and the light breeze makes it sing on the wind peaceful and unified in a way that only nature could be.
In lieu of sharing food and drink, he elects to sit on the dock where it faces the body of water that glitters under the sun. When he's not there, watching the water pushed by the wind he can be found outside on the wrap-around porch under the shade with his hands in his lap, as still as a statue.
WILDCARD β AKA PLS BOTHER ME WITH W/E!
[this is what happens when you play an antisocial angel still licking his wounds and grappling with his mental health. you get uninspired weird wallflower prompts for others to play with. i am so sorry. feel free to throw whatever prompt you want at me, in the midst of the speech, on his way outside, etc. throw me a curveball bc i honestly love that shit. i can be found at doggos for any questions/concerns.]
castiel | after-speech ota | will match format
His fight or flight had been pushed onto its axis prior to his jaunt in purgatory, and being trapped in one place and then pulled into another of similar confinement had taken its toll on him.
The meeting at Sam's Horizon had been a point of interest for him since he'd caught wind of it and his well-spoken and well-put speech helped to abate some of his own concerns. It's not difficult to see why Dean held such high regard for him, the way he commands the room and assuages the doubt of the crowd should be commended. It had been a long time since he'd witnessed a human with such venerable qualities, and it reminded him of exactly why he'd chosen to help Dean and Sam and had abandoned everything he'd ever known by doing so.
He stays off to the side for the duration of the speech, his eyes never leaving Sam during the entirety of his declaration. The food, drink, and communication is a tapestry of things not meant for him and so after the questions are asked and answered Castiel exits the main house and moves out to the dock. The water is calm, and the light breeze makes it sing on the wind peaceful and unified in a way that only nature could be.
In lieu of sharing food and drink, he elects to sit on the dock where it faces the body of water that glitters under the sun. When he's not there, watching the water pushed by the wind he can be found outside on the wrap-around porch under the shade with his hands in his lap, as still as a statue.
[this is what happens when you play an antisocial angel still licking his wounds and grappling with his mental health. you get uninspired weird wallflower prompts for others to play with. i am so sorry. feel free to throw whatever prompt you want at me, in the midst of the speech, on his way outside, etc. throw me a curveball bc i honestly love that shit. i can be found at