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Castiel ([info]entrenchedwings) wrote in [info]reality_crisis,
@ 2012-06-08 23:13:00

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Entry tags:castiel, jack harkness, status: complete

Practice Makes Perfect (Jack)
Castiel hadn't participated in the cleaning of the dead reptiles, nor had he done much more than look around since the rain stopped. He was still trying to understand what had happened, but all he was picking up from his movements were all of the rumors circling around. Most of it was nonsense and useless, though a few hit on plausible explanations, but whenever Castiel listened further he realized they were just speculating like the others.

It was frustrating, and quickly grew tiresome, and before long Castiel's mood had plummeted again to where it had been before he'd spoken to Piotr and renewed his sense of purpose.

Castiel didn't feel like seeking out the large human again, though. Piotr wasn't a bad man, but there was no pull towards him either. He wasn't somebody Castiel knew or had a history with. Dean wasn't really an option for a mood boost either, since he was still aggravated over the scaley rain. The angel didn't assume Sam was any better, and Fred was probably with him.

The angel's thoughts then turned to one of the few others in this world who he knew and had something more than a chance encounter with. He hadn't seen Jack in a while, not since they'd parted ways. He couldn't remember very clearly how they'd left, he'd been too distracted by the return of his voice and the implications of his time as human to pay attention to his verbal communication with the man. Still, he thought they'd been aimiable, and with nobody else to talk to Castiel's mind was quickly made up.

He teleported to Jack's room in die Festung, keeping himself invisible at first. He found the man sleeping; looking and, after a quick lean in and sniff, smelling like he'd committed to a rather long night of drinking. Castiel made himself visible, standing patiently as he waited for Jack to wake up, though after a moment he remembered doing something similar to Dean and nearly being shot for his trouble. The bullet hadn't worried him, but Dean had given him a rather sound verbal lashing afterwards that made him think Jack wouldn't appreciate a similar sight on waking up.

The angel thought for a moment, then reasoned that their interactions warranted a more familiar presence and sat down on the bed near Jack's chest, hands folded neatly in his lap. He remembered that beds were places of less clothes, but since he wasn't and had no reason to be in the blankets he didn't bother removing any of his.

As he sat his mind wandered he stared into the wall (instead of at Jack, something else Dean had instructed him on indirectly), and he unhappily found himself stuck once more on the problem of his father being gone.

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-09 04:46 pm UTC (link)
Jack had gotten really...REALLY...drunk with Peter. He was pretty certain the kid hadn't even gotten tipsy which was regretable. Well, what would be regretable would be the hangover Jack was going to wake up to. His regenerative abilities sometimes had a sense of humor, and if he drank as much as it took to get him drunk then the hangover was inevitable.

The first sign of life from him was the groan he gave as he shifted under the blankets, but even hungover and bleary he could tell by how the bed moved that he wasn't alone. It wasn't even the good kind of alone since whoever it was in the room with him was sitting on the edge of the bed instead of snuggled up next to him.

His hand slid under his pillow to wrap around the gun he kept there, the movement kept slow and unassuming, then in one swift move he rolled to aim the gun at the intruder. It took a moment for him to recognize Cas, his cognitive abilities slowed by the hangover, then he let out a breath, dropping his arms back to the bed as his head fell to the pillows.

"...geezus."

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-09 05:03 pm UTC (link)
Castiel hadn't been paying attention as Jack moved, lost in thought. It wasn't until Jack jumped up and pointed a gun at him. He didn't blink, only turned his head. Apparently his attempts to not scare Jack hadn't worked. He'd have to ask how better to approach a sleeping man later, though he wasn't sure if he wanted to ask Dean or Jack.

"I didn't mean to wake you," he said, as apologetic as he ever got. He'd just wanted to wait until Jack was awake, and make his bid for the other's time. He could tell that Jack was tired and hung over, but with his powers still limited there wasn't much he could do to help.

He paused, wondering if he hadn't approached this the wrong way. Jack was perhaps the only human he was familiar with who he hadn't gotten off on the wrong foot in some way with recently. He didn't want to do something to put him off as well. "If it's inconvenient I could return later."

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-09 05:21 pm UTC (link)
Jack hasn't seen Cas since he got his voice and powers back. Things like that happened in Jack's life so he wasn't upset by it. A little curious maybe, but not mad. He kind of preferred his ah, relations, to be sporadic, unassuming and undemanding. He was just curious why Cas was here now.

"No," he thumbed the safety on the gun and put it back under his pillow, "it's fine." Cas wouldn't be here unless something was up. He wasn't the just drop in and say hi kind of angel. Jack gave him a weary smile and sat up a bit, leaning against the pillows. "You wouldn't happen to have a strong cup of coffee under that coat would you?"

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-09 05:30 pm UTC (link)
Castiel blinked, glancing down at his coat before he realized Jack was joking. Still, it might not be a bad gesture to bring Jack something. If he could heal the man, Castiel would, but in lieu of that his other abilities might still be able to do more than the average house guest.

He disappeared from sight, heading to search throughout the city until he found something suitable to bring back. Or to be more accurate, what he thought might be suitable, but he had a little more confidence in such matters since he'd tried things out when he was powerless. As unhappy as he'd been as a human, it had given him a great deal of insight as to why they liked certain things and when.

He returned to Jack's apartment only a moment or so after he'd left, at the last minute remembering Dean's (and apparently Jack's as well) preference that he not materialize out of thin air in front of them. To that end he teleported outside Jack's bedroom door, then opened it and walked in, sitting down where he'd been before and offering a large cup of some hot, coffee-like substance to Jack handle first. The hot cup didn't bother him at all to hold.

"Will this do?" he asked. "The barkeeper gave it to me."

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-09 05:40 pm UTC (link)
He smirked a little as Cas looked at his coat. Obviously the angel didn't understand sarcasm which could be amusing to abuse, but then Cas disappeared and Jack sighed. It was anyone's bet if he'd be back so Jack let his eyes close as he rubbed at his throbbing forehead. His rejuvination couldn't kick in fast enough at the moment.

It was only a moment later when Cas came walking back into the room with something that smelled either marvelous or nauseating. He sat up a little more as he took the cup and brought it to his nose. A pleased, slow smile broke over his face after one whiff. "Ah! A little hair of the dog." Cas earned himself an appreciative look for the pseudo Irish coffee amongst other things. "Thank you."

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-09 07:07 pm UTC (link)
Castiel was happy to see the smile. It meant that he'd gotten it right, or at least, the barkeeper had. When Jack thanked him he gave the slightest of nods in return, though he made no comment about what may or may not be in the drink.

"You had another long night," he commented. It wasn't a judgement, after all Dean drank plenty when he was working, let alone when he had free time. But the angel wondered how often Jack drank so much, he knew he'd been very drunk himself with the man when they'd first met and Jack hadn't seemed as in control as he could have been, either. Then again, most of his memories from that night were fuzzy, so maybe Jack hadn't been drunk at all. Either way... this human seemed to spend a lot of time at the bar.

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-09 07:23 pm UTC (link)
Jack let out a contented sigh after taking a long sip of the spiked coffee. A little edge put back into his system would make this go a long way to making him feel better.

"Yes I did." He looked a little smug about that, then looked thoughtful. "It might have been two." Then he shrugged, lifting the cup again. "It's so hard to tell anymore." He smirked around taking a sip, winking at Cas.

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-09 08:01 pm UTC (link)
Castiel slowly nodded. He wondered about the smugness and it's origin, but let it go as yet another mannerism he wouldn't understand.

He let the moment fall silent, not sure how or what to say. It occurred to him that he had nothing to start with, really. He wasn't used to opening dialogue with anybody, let alone humans. Let alone a human he didn't hadn't gotten to know.

"It was hard to tell the days with the reptile rain," he said finally. It wasn't a terribly interesting talking point, but it was something.

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-09 08:06 pm UTC (link)
Okay this was beginning to get a little surreal even for Jack who looked at the angel on his bed over the rim of his cup and felt a little like chuckling. He could keep going with this small talk until Castiel couldn't keep up with it anymore, but Jack's hangover was making him a little less patient than usual.

"Was there something you needed, Castiel?" He smiled as he arched a brow. He wasn't put out with the unexpected guest. The last time the two of them had been in this position had been rather enjoyable, but Jack kind of doubted that was what this was all about. "Something on your mind?"

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-09 08:42 pm UTC (link)
"No," Castiel said automatically. Then he paused. "Yes. Well. Quite a bit."

He frowned and looked down at his hands, considering his words carefully. "I'm not sure what I would speak to you about. But I felt..." that phrase alone was odd enough to through him for a loop. He winced ever so slightly as he tried to recover from his own verbal misstep; the look little more than a twinge. "I was having some difficulty with my emotions a while before the rain as well. Then I spoke to a man named Piotr, and it helped to make things seem clearer. I'm not certain why, but I would like to try the speaking again. But I don't have anybody else I can speak with. I would prefer to talk to somebody who has more patience with me, and who I know."

He turned around and looked at Jack more directly. "I don't know if it will work, either, but I feel if I don't do something I'll lose control over my emotions. And I can't let that happen."

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-09 08:55 pm UTC (link)
Half way through that Jack took a little more interest in the conversation. His brows came down as his mind woke up a bit more and wrapped itself around this. Something was really eating at Castiel. That wasn't Jack's problem. Normally, he'd huff and point the way to the door, but this was something Jack had never seen before. That was such a rare thing he almost had to get involved.

He lifted from the pillows to lean his arms loosely around his knees, not really caring that at some point in the middle of his inebriated coma he'd managed to remove his clothes. "All right. I'm listening."

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-09 09:32 pm UTC (link)
This was quite awkward. Castiel's gaze left Jack. Dean and Sam never talked about their feelings, so there were very few templates for him to work from, so he decided to lay as much as he could out and see what Jack made of it. He was certain it couldn't make his troubles any worse, after all.

"I've practiced working out all of the emotions I have felt," he said slowly. "Whenever I have a reaction I will identify it and work out what it was caused by. Then I let them go. But now I'm angry with my father, and my brothers, and the feeling is getting worse with time instead of better. There is good reason to be angry with my brothers, but to be angry with God, even if He's not here...." he stopped, then inhaled deeply. It was still deeply disturbing to him to have negative emotion about his creator, let alone put it to words. "It keeps coming back. Every time I think about Him or them, or when I look for answers, I get angry again."

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-09 09:52 pm UTC (link)
Christ. The last thing he needed was a theological discussion with an angel having a crisis of faith, but Jack owed him. He wasn't entirely sure why he felt he did, but there it was. He couldn't tell the angel to piss off and take his problems someplace else.

"Castiel..." he sighed with a resigned smile on his face, lowering his eyes for a moment before he shook his head and looked back to the angel. "Maybe you need to stop looking for answers and just...live." He gestured vaguely to the side as if to take in the whole world. "Just be you. Maybe your dad let you off the leash so you could be the first of your kind, and your anger keeps coming up because you're still questioning his will?"

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-09 10:18 pm UTC (link)
Castiel considered that for a moment, but sighed.

"I am not... a person. I'm not human, like you, and Dean, and the others. I had one purpose, it was the basis of my creation," he said. "If my purpose has changed... if I am supposed to be something different, I think I could accept that. But now I don't know anything at all. This was not how it was supposed to be."

There was nothing his father couldn't ask of him. He'd have been willing and ready to commit to anything, but the silence was worse than he could ever imagine. Angels were not creatures of faith, they'd never had to be. God spoke to them, guided them, and they knew Him to be real and present.

"But..." he said slowly. "I have accepted that He is gone. That we are alone here. That my purpose is, at the very least, unknown to me. The problem is the anger. It has made me short tempered and it keeps me from being able to focus properly on the task at hand. If I can't get rid of these emotions I at least need to be able to control them."

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-09 10:44 pm UTC (link)
He sighed again and ran his hand over his face. Why did this shit always end up on his doorstep? Worse. Why didn't he ever just slam the door? Answer? Jack cared.

"Castiel, listen to me." He lowered his hand and looked the angel dead in the face. Unblinking. "We're all angry. Human or not. I haven't been human in a very long time and I'm still angry at everything. You're not human and you're not angel." He reached over to wrap his hand around Castiel's wrist. "You are something that has never been in existence before. You want to deal with the anger, the emotions then you live them. Experience them. Stop fighting them and just...feel them."

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-10 03:01 am UTC (link)
Castiel paused when Jack touched him, but didn't look at the contact. Instead he met Jack's gaze, the truth of his words striking him in a very unexpected way. He wasn't an angel the way he had been created to be, that was true. But Jack wasn't human, either?

Castiel blinked, then looked sideways as he assessed the implications of how he understood Harkness. "I think... I find that to be more disconcerting," he said after a moment. He was afraid of what he'd be and what it would mean if he wasn't an angel. There was no plan, only what he knew he wanted: and that was to do God's will. If that wasn't possible he didn't know what to do with himself.

He turned the wrist in Jack's hand so that he could grasp Jack's as well, quietly comforted by the contact.

Then his eyes narrowed slightly and he looked up at the other. "What are you?"

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-10 03:15 am UTC (link)
Jack's eyes went to their hands when Castiel shifted his. In some circles such a gesture would indicate some sort of brotherhood. Well, maybe they were. Both of them were soul searching in their own ways.

"Me?" He smiled as he looked back up to the angel but there was a touch of resignation in his expression. "I'm Captain Jack Harkness. An impossible thing. And there isn't anything else in the whole universe like me."

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-10 03:41 am UTC (link)
Brotherhood was something Castiel longed for, but then, nobody would be to him what his brothers were, and he wasn't looking to replace them. They'd hurt him very deeply and he didn't want to leave himself vulnerable to something like that again.

The look on Jack's face was hard for the angel to interpret, but he didn't think it was a positive one. He reached up and touched Jack's cheek, looking into his eyes and glimpsing a fraction of what Jack was. It was certainly surprising, and throughout it all was a feeling of loneliness that resonated deeply with his own loss.

He hesitated, then leaned in and placed his lips against Jack's softly. It was a bit more than a chaste kiss, though still brief, and he pulled back slightly after.

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-10 03:52 am UTC (link)
If Jack had any idea that the angel would be able to read him by looking into his eyes he wouldn't have let it happen. No one got to know him. Not even a piece of him. That was Jack's decision after Ianto had gotten in without him realizing it until it was too late. As it was he was just slightly confused.

He wasn't expecting to get kissed. He had assumed that he and Castiel had their one night of the angel exploring things, and that would be it. He hadn't regretted anything, and he hadn't pushed for more. Now, suddenly, kissing.

He blinked a couple of time in confusion when Castiel pulled away, but a smile pulled his lips to one side. "Hi." Where it went from here was entirely up to Castiel.

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-10 03:59 am UTC (link)
Castiel frowned quizzically. "We've already said hello," he said, wondering if something had gone wrong and affected Jack's memories. Then he realized Jack was just reacting and paused, trying to figure out why. Perhaps he was uncomfortable, though the way he was smiling would argue against that.

Reading humans, or former humans (though he wasn't convinced by what he saw that Jack wasn't human anymore, and his mannerisms had certainly remained mortal) was very difficult.

"I mean... hi." Maybe that was the correct response. If not Jack would either correct him or it wouldn't matter enough to be mentioned. Castiel didn't waste a thought about it, the other's reaction would be all he needed to know. He sat, staring at the headboard just past Jack's shoulder for a moment, hand still gripping Jack's wrist. "This conversation did not go as intended, but if you're not upset with me I'll count it as a success," he decided.

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-10 04:13 am UTC (link)
"And how did you intend for it to go?" Jack lifted his brows at Castiel before reaching to the side to set the coffee cup down on the table beside the bed.

When he straightened back up he put his other hand over Castiel's arm, looking the angel solidly in the face. He'd need a bit more context before doing anything, needed to know what Castiel was looking for here.

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-10 04:38 am UTC (link)
"I was uncertain," Castiel admitted. "When I spoke to Piotr it was of duty and continuing the fight. I felt encouraged to continue as I had before, but I only got angry again. You inspire more... self oriented thoughts. But perhaps that will work better than trying the same thing repeatedly."

He was glad Jack wasn't letting go, looking at it before catching Jack's eye. The side of his mouth twinged and pulled up in a small, appreciative grin. He was glad for the man's company, and he was sure that there was patience required somewhere that had been granted as well. He had started to understand that angels and humans both needed patience in dealing with each other.

He hadn't forgotten their night together, as fuzzy as it was. It had been nice, more than nice. He was reluctant to throw himself into the drink and sheets again; now that his powers were returned and he had more self control he didn't think it would even be possible to recreate the way they'd fallen in together before. But it still held a definite appeal. Jack's warmth was almost more than just physical, and Castiel was drawn to it. Especially after getting to know him a bit better. Jack was more than human, and Castiel was less than an angel. Perhaps that brought them closer in terms of levels of existence.

"May I sit closer?" he asked after a moment. Sitting on the edge of the bed was one thing, but he wouldn't climb in without invitation or permission.

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-10 05:01 am UTC (link)
Jack didn't know who Piotr was. The way Castiel said the name it didn't sound the same as Peter so Jack didn't assume it was the same guy he'd met last night. Whoever he was he sounded like a soldier, and a young one at that. Anyone worth their salt in the field could see that Castiel was tired, in desperate need of some shore leave.

"Yeah sure." He shifted himself back to sit against the head board, holding an arm out towards Castiel. Invitation given, and it was nothing sexual. Castiel needed a sympathetic shoulder more than a good fuck right now.

"If you really want to hear my opinion I have one." He smirked. "If nothing else I will always have that."

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-10 05:15 am UTC (link)
Castiel thought of most people as soldiers or not soldiers. Before he'd taken a look into who Jack was he'd assumed the man was part of the latter, but he'd seen enough to know the truth of him now. He'd also seen how carefully Jack guarded that, however, and would respect the man's need for privacy. He could tell that Jack wouldn't appreciate knowing that he knew, either, so he would just stay silent on the matter altogether.

He looked at the arm. It was more than he'd expected, but he wouldn't turn it down. He turned and sat back, putting his feet up and leaning into the embrace. It was odd, how comforting it was. Borderline uncomfortable.

He settled against Jack with a slight and silent sigh, eyes closing for a moment before he opened them and turned to look up at him. "What is your opinion?" he asked, genuinely curious.

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-10 05:35 am UTC (link)
He let his arm drape casually over Castiel's shoulders and looked at the wall across from the bed as he talked. "Sometimes a man fights a war for long enough they run empty. Every soldier is rotated out of service for a term of leave. Some of them don't come back to the field either by choice or orders. Whichever it's always for the same reason. They need more time."

He turned his head to look at Castiel, a knowing look settling on his face. "Almost always they come back eventually because that's what they are. They're soldiers. It's what they do. They just needed to get their heads on straight." He smirked with a chuckle, his hand idly rubbing Castiel's arm. "This one guy I knew he ran to these monks. Kind of like the Buddhists on Earth. He needed to know why. Why all of this shit happened. Why he was knee deep in blood and death. Six months he'd gone AWOL, spending time with those monks and figuring out who he was in a peaceful way instead of on the field, and when he came back," his expression went almost dead, flat, "he was a far better soldier than he ever could have been."

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-10 06:02 am UTC (link)
It was odd, fitting a human body in with another in a way that wasn't fighting, or for some utilitarian purpose. But Jack's arm around him, and rubbing his own arm all felt good. Castiel stared forward as he listened to Jack's story, a contemplative frown on his face.

"You're implying I should take a step back?" he asked slowly. Since Go wasn't here to listen to Jack's opinion he had to assume that meant the man thought the angel should take himself out of the running. He'd never thought of taking a break before. Some angels fell and then indulged in the human vices, but he hadn't fallen for that reason and didn't think he wanted to lose himself the way they did. They were shameful and selfish. Even if he wasn't no longer what he'd been intended to be, he wanted to serve. He still felt the drive of duty.

His hand fell to Jack's thigh, for many reasons. The simplest was that it was the easiest place for him to reach, turned as he was in Jack's arms. The second was the dead look on Jack's face and in his voice was discomforting, and Castiel hoped the hand would distract the other from the thoughts that were bringing it about. He stroked up and down the leg in long, slow motions, dragging the backs of his fingernails over the blankets so that the sensation would make it through the fabric.

"There are no monks here to study from. I'm not sure what the equivalent would be." There was nothing offensive about the monks except for their focus on the self and their indirect way of addressing God. But many accepted that the universe was out of their control and lived by the rules He had set out for human kind anyway, so they typically weren't thought of one way or another by the angels.

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-10 06:22 am UTC (link)
The hand to his leg drew his eyes down, but his brows lifted slightly. Was Castiel aware of what he was doing? What he was implying? Jack was a man who was steeped in his vices by choice, but he wasn't so much a devil as to be the guide down the path of good intentions. But he wasn't a saint either and would only be teased so far.

"You don't need monks." He turned his head to look at Castiel. Whether it was the touch or the subject his expression softened. "No one really does. You have all the guide you need." He put his free hand on Castiel's chest. "Right here." The angel's heart wasn't hardened yet. He hadn't reached that point of cynicism Jack had. The frigid cold of time, loss and choices made for the greater good hadn't begun to hollow him out. "All you need to do is look inward."

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-10 06:45 am UTC (link)
Castiel's hand stopped moving as he turned to look at Jack for a long moment, studying the lines of his face. His heart wasn't human. He had little trouble making tough sacrifices if he had to for the greater good. He'd watched many innocents die in his time, often restrained by duty, sometimes because he was just too preoccupied to reach out a helping hand. Sometimes he had killed them himself, when ordered.

He wondered how many of those orders had actually come from God, and how many were just his brothers, using him towards their own ends. He wondered just how long they had strung him along, getting away with it because their father had turned away from them without warning or explanation. He felt the anger stirring inside him again, but he had seen and committed what the wrath of angels, and this world wouldn't survive that. Not even from a weakened being like him. He closed his eyes and drew a long, shuddering breath to calm down.

"I don't know. I don't know what I would do if I were in my own world," he said after a moment, putting his hand over the one on his chest. "Let alone here."

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-10 06:54 am UTC (link)
Jack recognized that intake of breath. He'd done it himself more times in his long life and for more reason. Castiel was ready for this whether he realized it or not. His foot was already on the path. He might just need a little push to set him more firmly upon it.

He left his hand where it was but shifted enough to be more facing Castiel with his whole form instead of just his face. "You won't know anything until you look." He curled his fingers a little against Castiel's chest. "And you won't be a better soldier until you satisfy that anger. Look inside yourself, and don't be afraid of what you'll see."

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-10 06:34 pm UTC (link)
Castiel gave Jack a long look. There was too much in his head to sort out immediately, but the other wasn't pressing him to. That was a relief, as usually those around Castiel expected him to have his head in the moment at all times, and if he was having difficulty comprehending something it was seen as weakness. Despite his own difficulties, Jack didn't seem to need those around him to always be at the top of their game. The angel was grateful for this, for the lack of pressure to step up immediately. Perhaps Jack was right, and he did need a rest in order to function better.

"I don't know how I would begin to satisfy it, but I will try," he said finally. He reached up and touched the arm of the other, then moved it up to Jack's neck, fingertips tracing the warm skin along Jack's clavicle and up under his jaw. "Thank you, Jack." He didn't think it would be prudent to explain all of the reasons he was thankful, but something told him Jack would understand enough.

He felt he was correct in having come here, though he hadn't expected to wind up in this physical or emotional state. He'd come looking to bolster his purpose and renew his determination, but this path seemed worthwhile as an alternative, especially with the previous attempts having little success.

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-11 10:56 am UTC (link)
If they were about to go into the field, were about to face some action or another things would be much different. Jack expected the absolute best from people then, and he didn't tolerate anything less. Right now, however, they had the time to be able to see to themselves. If Castiel was going through a crisis of faith then he needed to take advantage of the time they had.

"You're welcome." Jack smiled for a variety of reasons. Why the angel felt he could or should come to him with this he didn't know, but it was obvious that he trusted Jack enough to do so. That was flattering. Desperate, perhaps but flattering. But also the touch was pleasant and inviting.

There was only so much Jack was willing to resist. It just wasn't in him to pass up an opportunity like this so after letting Castiel see his smile he leaned in to touch his lips to the angel's. He was ready for Castiel to pull away, and if he did well hey, it wouldn't be the first time Jack was rejected. It definitely wouldn't be the last, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-11 12:57 pm UTC (link)
Castiel was expecting the kiss, more or less. He knew that physical intimacy lead to that, and the truth was he enjoyed kissing Jack. Something about the man was incredibly attractive, and although he had never experienced attraction to anybody before these emotions had started, being overly bothered by them was more trouble than it was worth. There were plenty of other emotions that actually caused him difficulty that he needed to worry about and focus on dissecting. Jack's presence caused his human vessel to respond, and somehow that equated to easing - or perhaps distracting from - the emotional turmoil the angel was struggling with.

When Jack's lips touched his he responded readily, returning the embrace while he hand rest against the warm curvature of Jack's neck. He didn't deepen the interaction, he felt no immediate need to. The kiss was something part of his subconscious self had been seeking, a reassurance that soothed the part of him that seemed more human by the day despite his best efforts. Jack was the only being on this planet he knew that could offer him something like that, since his other friends were fiercely guarded about things as little as compliments, let alone showing the weakness of seeking physical comfort from others. Well, except Fred, but the last thing he wanted to do was start to review and guess at the mistakes he'd made in those interactions. With Jack it was different. Jack was a being of touch and sensation, and after their first meeting had established how skilled he was at offering those indulgences without attaching expectation or extra meaning. It was comfort at face value, and Castiel needed that reprieve from complication and confusion.

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-12 03:35 pm UTC (link)
This was potentially dangerous for Castiel as well as Jack. Castiel needed to learn how to look inward for the answers he was looking for. He seemed to always have relied on an outside source for guidance and reassurance. Now that most of those outside sources were gone the angel was floundering. Jack had hopefully helped put his foot on a path, but this phsycal interaction could offer Castiel a crutch. Jack really didn't do that for anyone.

His libido was screaming at him to not do this, but all though he was influenced by his libido he wasn't a slave to it. He told it to go to hell as he gently broke the kiss and smiled to Castiel. "You have to go."

He pulled away entirely, releasing the angel and started to get out of bed to get dressed.

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[info]entrenchedwings
2012-06-12 05:10 pm UTC (link)
Now that was surprising.

Castiel didn't follow Jack or try to keep him from leaving, but he didn't like that the other had pulled away. He didn't understand it, and it was even more confusing with Jack smiling at him like that.

He looked away for a moment, trying to process it before he gave himself a mental shove. Whatever it meant, Jack's request had been clear. Castiel teleported away immediately.

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[info]imimpossible
2012-06-12 05:41 pm UTC (link)
Sitting on the edge of the bed Jack was aware when Castiel left, the weight on the bed disappearing abruptly. He kind of expected that, and anticipated the angel being embarrassed and angry with Jack. He'd figure out why Jack had done that eventually. He hoped. Meanwhile he once again felt like he'd just torn a chunk out of someone and sighed, running a hand over his face.

It was yet another moment in Jack's long life of being the asshole for the good of someone else. Ianto would say that it proved just how much Jack cared for beings. The truth was Jack had no interest in holding someone's hand through a journey of personal introspective. He couldn't do it for himself let alone guide someone else through it. Besides, this was something you either did yourself or you failed.

"Good luck, buddy," Jack said to the space where Castiel had been then got up to get ready for another round of getting drunk. Maybe it had stopped raining toads.

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