I went missing.

Sickness and finishing up my studies took me away for a bit and I do apologize. You can expect my replies to be up later this evening.

Forgive me!

My message box didn't let me know I had things in there and just out of curiosity checked and there were several messages waiting for me! I have also been busy writing a paper. BUT I WILL GET TO YOU NOW.

The flash of defiance in Castiel's eyes was a clear warning that they weren't finished with their little argument. The Winchesters were the idiots for considering him as one of their own-- still, after all of this time. It was something he couldn't wrap his head around; the boys were notorious for forgiving those they shouldn't. Even each other. 

But perhaps that was a good quality-- maybe even for the better. If Sam could forgive Dean for starting the apocalypse, and if Dean could forgive Sam for finishing it...

There were a lot of lies between them. A lot of broken trust. The demon blood. Ruby. Benny. The happenings in Hell. They both had their lines down when it came to lying about being fine. They had destroyed the world and caused the deaths of so many, and yet they still managed to find peace with each other at the end of the day. 

Was Castiel really so close that they considered him on the same level?

Another fry was eaten as he tried to process these thoughts and expel them in a less-than-violent or bitchy manner. Eating was helping to calm him, or at least distract him long enough for him to get his duckies in order. 

"They want 'old Cas' back. The one who could help them during times like this. I can't do anything for them, Gabriel." That hurt. A lot. "I would only be another target to hurt them with." Despite his words the fire was dying out, the argument lost. "But. I will speak with them, at least."

Sahara

I'll be with all of you as soon as I have eaten.

Open for RP!

Hi. Yes. Well. I'm pretty shy when it comes to things like this but I just wanted to say that I am very open for new RPs and ideas. My box is open for plotting or shenanigans or whatever you'd like! 

Reblog with a picture of your muse's "SO DONE WITH THIS SHIT" face.

ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

Of course his brother was lacking in the department of caring about the subject; he hadn't lived through the events as they passed. Gabriel had spent his time doing... whatever-- staying under the radar of them all. Castiel had spent time in Purgatory, had been truly hunted again and again. He had let the Winchesters down at every turn-- had dared to play God. He had made promises and broken them. Over and over. 

And as a result of that, here they were. Cast out. The war was still raging and the weapons had been taken away from the good guys. Maybe there wasn't even really a war anymore. Just the struggles that come after. The few riots and protests that would eventually die out and be forgotten. 

"If you know then you should understand." But he wouldn't. Sam and Dean wouldn't, either. 

"I can't face them."

Sahara

OOC;

Forgive my silence these past few days-- my health hasn't been the best. I am, however, doing well enough to be back and am excited!

TMI Tuesday.

For the moment it seemed as though Gabriel was the only one interested in actual food. The bubbly waitress had looked to him, expectant-- but Castiel's brooding expression didn't change. Taking a hint he wasn't aware he was dropping, she left to fetch his brother's definition of a meal. 

Of course the boys were brought up. A crease in his brow helped to show the topic was a sore choice, but with the appearance of food and Gabriel's pause to enjoy gave him time to collect his thoughts. Gabriel... how much did he actually know? By the sounds of it he had been in contact with the Winchesters, but what had been said? 

One of his hands reached for the offered french fries and it was an opportunity to stall further. Unlike the other male he had no desire to mix fried potato and strawberry. That was, perhaps, what was known as a 'required taste.' But once the fry was swallowed, he knew he had to answer. The idea of keeping his mouth full and being unable to didn't really cross his mind.

"The Winchesters..." Those two words held so much emotion-- so much guilt. "I'm not sure if seeing them would be wise, Gabriel. A lot has happened."

Sahara

REBLOG IF YOU WANT LOVE LETTERS IN YOUR INBOX

Please?

ooc: ]] Lookit that Sabriel. Show me that Sabriel. Gimme that Sabriel. I want the Sabriel. 

Watching Sam and Gabriel on my dash.

ooc: ]] Oho, yes. I imagine that he would be. IT JUST TOOK ME BY SURPRISE IS ALL. DON'T MIND ME.

Watching Sam and Gabriel on my dash.

Watching Sam and Gabriel on my dash.

Most of Castiel failed to understand just how amusing the situation truly was. Perhaps he was too distracted by his brother's excitement-- at the fact that they were together again. The locale wasn't a factor. Not really. His mouth opened to protest; were they technically still brothers, was it good to see him in one piece? --but distraction once again tore him away from troubling thoughts. 

"I already ordered a beverage." There were so many questions he needed to ask-- so many issues that needed to be brought up, but they were comfortable in a diner and discussing food like they were... normal. Like they were exactly like the humans around them chatting each other up. 

"I'm having... trouble. With other things." 

Sahara