WHO: Castiel and OPEN to the ROADHOUSE WHAT: He's heard about the Capslock and has decided to get drunk WHEN: Tuesday night WHERE: The Roadhouse RATING: TBD STATUS: Open/In progress
14 billion years old and Castiel had never felt the desire to get drunk. Until now. In truth he had never really understood it before. After all it was the over consumption of alcohol which had gotten Bartleby and Loki thrown out of heaven all those centuries ago. It was bad and irresponsible and, right now, irresistible.
He had heard about the Roadhouse, the bar so connected to the Winchesters and decided that place was as good as any to start with his getting incredibly drunk. He wandered quietly in and eased his suddenly tired mortal body onto a barstool.
In truth this whole situation confused him. On the one hand he had seen the rise and fall of entire civilizations and could see the logic in sacrificing the one to save the many. And if Uriel had his way it would indeed be many. But on the other hand, it was the loyalty of the Winchesters that made them so strong so may be they were right not to want to do the spell. But then again Ruby had found a loophole and Claire seemed a determined and strong young woman who knew her own mind.
For the first time in a very long time, all of eternity really, Castiel had no idea what to do.
So he sat. He sat on the stool and tried to stop thinking. He glanced up as someone approached him from behind the bar.
"I will have a scotch please." He put the money on the bar top as he ran a hand over his face, trying to calm his mind.