(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

Comments

[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. ]