Castiel (celestialintent) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-07-25 22:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, anna milton, castiel, jo harvelle |
Paradise Shattered (Anna, later Jo)
Having to explain his trangressions to Anna the night he'd returned from the Simmons party, Cas had made a point to go to work and return home immediately after. He was well-aware that Anna had faith in his abilities and wished for him to do what came naturally, but he knew that on some level, she was just as concerned for him as he always was for her. And while a part of him did acknowledge that engaging in that fight was foolish, it had been much-needed and he'd done it because he'd disliked that man's treatment of both Jo and Piotr.
As it would have turned out, Harry also apparently let it slide. Apparently 'disrespecting a dame' was unacceptable, which was a relief to Cas. Had that not been the case, he only would have been infuriated further.
He was...definitely not tired, however. He came home from an afternoon shift at the bar and simply set to washing his hands and helping Anna prepare whatever meal she had in mind. Dean had always told him to find a woman who was capable of preparing a meal and though he'd never understood the necessity of it, he did have an appreciation for her cooking. It was better than anything that came in a box. As for helping her, he was merely pleased to make the task easier. She'd never needed to ask and even someone as inept as him could cut vegetables. The only problem was that he had the vaguest sensation in mind that he'd forgotten something. He didn't know what it was so much as he only had a distinct feeling, such as when he sensed something others could not. Assuming he was paranoid, he merely kept chopping.
"Am I...am I doing this right?" he asked, frowning at the onion on the board before him. "My vessel's vision is compromised."
His eyes wished to water and since he'd never shed actual tears and he'd only once experienced a particularly bad allergic reaction, he didn't know how to react. He only wished his vessel would finally cooperate, but then it very rarely did. He'd grown used to assuming there were many things wrong with it...yet, there was still something at the back of his mind that he very much doubted had anything to do with a malfunctioning vessel.