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Tweak says, "Oil from a camel's arsehole!"

You already have everything you need. Now fight. (heavenslancer) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-09-27 20:11:00

Entry tags:

!closed, castiel, claire winchester

WHO: Castiel, Claire Bennet
WHAT: A moment to heal
WHEN: Afternoon, just after Barbas has left
WHERE: A tree-lined road just outside of town
Rating: PG 13+ at least
Status: Closed

He stood under the tree, starring up into it's branches. He studying each permeation.
The city made him uneasy, not just because of recent events, but because it was made of man. He was cut off from Heaven enough but here he could at least experience his Father's work, his Father's fingerprint on each wild blade of grass, on each glorious crown of branches. He looked up at the sky. It never seemed this blue in the city.

He moved to the next tree and did the same thing. He laid a hand on its trunk. It felt warm to his touch, He just held his hand there a while, feeling it's energy as it grew. If he turned his eyes to the right he could see the city growing out of the trees but he didn't turn his eyes.
We was in no hurry to go back. He needed to be away from Anna, Aziraphale. Away from Dean. They needed a chance to heal and so did he.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-09-27 10:40 am UTC (link)

Claire could still feel it as she trudged through the city streets. The bleakness around here, the ever-present feeling of something that was watching. Waiting. Preparing to strike again the moment she let her guard down.

Barbas. She had a name to go with the monster that had been plaguing her every moment - both awake and asleep - and that helped. Knowing what to call it, him, the demon... whatever he was. Giving him an identity made it a bit easier to handle, but unfortunately did little to help her in facing her fears and coming to terms with them. And although Claire wasn't sure if she was somehow inviting him back through her own weakness and inaction or if he'd just decided she was a fun target, she did know that the moment she tried to relax he was going to be there again. Filling her mind with horrific images and once more whispering into her ear that she should simply kill herself and be done with it.

Not that Claire hadn't considered as much herself, even without his help. The only thing was, no matter how much despair she was filled with and no matter how many sleepless nights she'd gone through, she couldn't die. As Sylar had told her, the spot at the back of her head was all but microscopic. She'd been just unlucky enough to have something puncture it before, back in Odessa. She doubted very much, though, that she'd be able to shoot herself in the back of the head at the right angle and hit it a second time.

So, with suicide out of the question and her fears quickly reaching a pinnacle where she thought she might actually snap and make them a reality soon, she'd done the only thing she could think to do. She'd left, and headed toward the least populated area of Colligo that she could find: the forest.

Armed with all of the supplies she was pretty sure she'd need (and really, it wasn't like she couldn't go back to town to get something if it proved necessary), she focused on the sounds of nature as she grew further away from town rather than the low hum of traffic still noticeable in the distance. Although Claire had never been much of a nature-loving type before, she did find herself relaxing ever so slightly as she walked. Already the ominous, stifling feeling was easing and in its place was the first bit of relief she'd felt since the moment she'd placed that gun to her head and pulled the trigger several days earlier.

Rounding a corner in the road and now facing the last stretch of pavement before it gave way to woods entirely, her still wavering good mood - dueling within her for dominance over the despair and heartache and mind-numbing terror that filled her every pore - was placed on hold at the sight of someone up ahead. Claire wasn't sure if they were real or another Barbas-induced hallucination, but with a tug on the pack across her back to hike it a bit further up toward her shoulders, she decided she was going to find out.

So without another moment's pause, she kept moving forward. Closer to her destination as well as the still unidentifiable person growing ever closer with each step she took.

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heavenslancer
2009-09-27 10:54 am UTC (link)

Castiel did not expect anyone else to be using the road and he was perfectly content to ignore anyone who did but her trajectory made it clear she was going to pass close to his position. He considered leaving but she, herself, was not one of those he was avoiding. However he had to reason to make contact. There was a very good chance she would just go on her way and Castiel would be fine with that.

He moved a little closer to the trees. Their presence soothed the tension that had been coursing through his body since he first woke to the living nightmare.
He had left them to heal. Left them because he was ashamed to face them. He knew it was cowardly but he also thought it kind. He would go back, after a time. He would go back and maybe they would forgive him.

His tensioned built as she got closer. He hoped the girl kept walking. It was better for her if she just kept walking.