(open) ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ʙʟɪɴᴅ

[unwings]

WHO: Castiel
WHAT: catch-all, open and closed starters
WHEN: november-december
WHERE: cadens, nocwich, horizon
WARNING: nothing yet

ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛʀᴜɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛᴇ
sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ғɪᴇʟᴅ ᴏғ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs
ᴄᴇʀᴇʙʀᴀʟ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇsᴛ
ᴀʟʟ ʜᴏʟʟᴇʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ

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[tobeclosetohim]

[ Jo cracks her eyes open again at the sigh. A pale fringe of lashes, still mostly touching, her head hooked barely back against the edge of the pool, trying for all the world not to be insanely self-conscious even as she has to appreciate that this time he's actually starting to get it right.

She'll try not to laugh at the fact he looks like he's turning to putty. ]

Pretty sure they still got bathtubs wherever in the future.

Admittedly not as great as this. I like that this water doesn't seem to get cold ever.

[unwings]

Mh. [ is the distant, lazy agreement of appreciation for the ever warm spring. steam soaks into his cheeks, castiel's skin flushed and feeling delightfully at ease. ] Somehow, I imagine this greatly surpasses the economy sized, grime stained bath tubs in the Motel 6.

[ he imagines they'd fair much better with customer satisfaction if their baths were anything like this. perhaps that should be submitted on their customer comment cards. if cas remembers how to think again after this wonderful, foggy, mushy-brained feeling, maybe he'll do something about that. ]

I enjoy the size. It accommodates the need to stretch out. Not so tightly confined. [ as he mentions it, cas stretches out his limbs, pushing his feet out far and arching his spine as his arms do the same. unconsciously, he bumps one of Jo's hands with his, but isn't alarmed by it, just allows the brush mindlessly and lets his arms fall limp again at his sides. he settles back against the rocky wall behind them, as if it's the only thing holding him up at this point. ]

[tobeclosetohim]

[ Jo briefly tenses up at the contact, but Castiel is literally the last person she thinks would be making a move in the middle of a hot spring he's only just beginning to understand. If anything, it's an extension of his jelly-fishing under the water. His body succumbed to the siren song of the piping hot water just like every other body already in here. She decides not to move. ]

Fair. Tiny bathtubs do kind of suck.

And you never know what's been done in a hotel bathtub before you get there.

[ There's not enough bleach in the world (or personal belief anyone charging that low a room cost is washing one that close between each set of people) to make her take a bath in one for anything more than the necessity of self-triage. ]

[unwings]

[ it is the jelly-fishing rather than move making. Cas living that relaxation life, committing fully, as he’s won’t to. ]

Ah, yes, of course. A motel bathroom in Wichita, Texas had clearly contained recently deceased corpses.

[ in case you needed some extra relaxing hot springs conversation, Castiel is here to deliver. ]

Either the murderer or cleaning staff washed it liberally with ammonia, but they missed the crevice between the tub and tile.

[ good ol’ angel super nose, here to tell you when you’re bathing with dead people particles. ]

[tobeclosetohim]

[ Jo's eyebrows went up and combined into a crinkle of ludicrousness before her eyes opened, even as they each happened in circuit order. The last only opened back to two-thirds of the way, like she had to see if he was being serious right there. With that.

But he's still lying out in the water. Body-shaped blob, she was still doing her best not to look at so closely as the water made it far too easy to do from this close. The WTF of his mouth made it easy to stay on his face, beleaguered rejection of his necessity to throw things like that randomly out of his mouth.

Perhaps it was doubly good the people had all left. ]


Seriously?

[unwings]

Yes?

[ Cas answers with dubious confidence. he blinks, then levers himself up from the water a bit to look over the jo. no eyes drifting south, just finding her face with knit brows. ]

Why would I lie about motel murders?

[ it does, after a beat, occur to him that bathtub corpses are not the most relaxing topic, and now that he's sat himself up, the spirit of refreshment and rejuvenation has left him. ah. ]

Did I ruin the relaxation?

[tobeclosetohim]

[ The guy's—angel's—face is a problem.
From murder and body ditching to stricken concern. ]

You're kind of hopeless, you know?

[ She says it light, no judgement, letting her eyes close and leave the puppy face of sudden confusion behind her eyelids. ] No, body disposal is not usually the kind of thing you discuss in mixed company with normal people like it's normal.

[ Which isn't saying it's not normal,
but she grew up in a bar with nothing off-limits.
Who still didn't talk about this with them inside it. ]