Castiel (celestialintent) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-09-25 23:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, castiel, dean winchester |
One Acceptable Thing (Dean)
Cas supposed the general layout of the spaceship was ironic. For centuries, he and his siblings had observed humanity in much the same fashion. The difference had easily been that humanity had not been trapped against its will for such observation, but the general idea remained the same. Their hosts toyed with them for inexplicable reasons. Kept them confined to their rooms. And seeing as he highly doubted discharging his weapons in the corridors would be of any use, he'd resigned himself to exploring the social area.
However, he did still smoke in it. Mainly, he was waiting for someone to stop him. His dependency on cigarettes was somewhat alarming, if only because it'd happened gradually. Almost without his being aware, but it was far more subtle than any of the pills had been. And though he'd long since abandoned that habit, there was still a part of him that felt as though just one pill would be a preferable means of accepting the fact that they were trapped and being forced to do whatever their hosts intended for them. For all he knew, they'd likely just watched him and Anna mate, but he doubted any of the information they gathered would be of use. The chances of their sterility were high, being what they were.
Finding a spot by the window, he leaned against it, forehead coming to rest against his forearm. Many complained that looking directly at the stars made one dizzy. For Cas, it was quite the opposite. For everything that their hosts had taken from them - clothing and viable supplies included, this view was undeniably a gift. In a way, it was almost akin to being made of light again. It wasn't perceived in exactly the same way as it would have been through his three pairs of eyes, but...it was still beautiful. Something worthy of appreciation.
And speaking of things worthy of appreciation despite their insistence of the opposite, he could still faintly feel the familiar soul as it approached. Even as a human, he didn't need to turn around. Instead, he simply took a drag off his cigarette and flicked ashes onto the floor before him. Likely as an act of rebellion. "It's good to see you, Dean."