castiel. (formerangel) wrote in oakdelllogs, @ 2013-06-11 21:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, castiel, meg masters |
Who: Castiel and Meg.
Where: Meg's house.
When: Tuesday.
Summary: The little former angel that could has a cold. His demon is helping him with that.
Warnings: None.
Status: Closed/Complete.
Being human, until recently, had been a fairly enjoyable experience for Castiel. As enjoyable an experience one could have, being separated from what once made them who they were and had no contact with their brothers and sisters, while needing to learn how to do simple things like cooking or how humans actually shower, and getting on a strict sleeping schedule. There were times that Castiel missed being able to go from place to place in a blink of an eye, knowing he would heal from simple wounds and could look at the souls of other beings. To know that he could be connected to his brothers and sisters, that his grace was still part of him was something that he realized he took for granted and now that it was gone, he missed it more than he could truly put to words. Not that being a human was an experience that he found horrible, of course. He wasn't enduring any hardships and Meg was there to take care of him through most of it, aside from the days she'd take her leave of him and allow him to fend for himself. But, all of his thoughts about human life actually being fairly decent were no longer present, as his body was aching and he was in that place between being too cold and too hot, while coughing often to the point of his throat being on fire. The moments Castiel felt like this were few and far between, one which landed him in the hospital with no ability to get to the fight without money for an airplane ticket, food and pain medication. He would compare the two, but he was not in the same shape he'd been in during that time, because he wasn't battered and bruised, but more likely in discomfort that made him wish that he had his grace once more to be free of this feeling. Ever since Meg came and got him from his apartment, he'd been running her about and acting as if it were the end of the world, but to him it was an experience that may as well be. He'd yet to put together that this was thanks to the cool, ocean air hitting him while they were on their normal, human date just a day prior and that he'd gotten a cold from it. Before, the transfer of Meg's demonic power back and forth had been enough to hold off any chances of sickness or infection, but that particular effect seemed to wear off recently and now he was on his own. His body needed to fight the sickness itself. "Meg," he called out, swaddled in blankets and his voice having a nasally quality to it, one which sounded odd even to his ears. "I'm having difficulty breathing again and my throat hurts." |