Who: Castiel, Jo Harvellle and Icarus. Open to Dean Winchester. What: Post furniture attack Where: The porch of their house When: Saturday afternoon Warnings: Will update
He tried to brush the cat off his cheek but Icarus was having none of it, pacing around and mewing loudly. “Get off!” he snapped in irritation, shoving the little cat away but Icarus was having none of it. He returned to his guard point as quickly as ever. Cas sighed and did he best to keep his head still.
His ribs ached as they rested on the boards, his wrist was sore where he’s sacrificed if for his head (which hadn’t worked). And Icarus kept resting on the head he was trying to keep perfectly still. “Off!,” he said again, pawing at Icarus whi just worked around his human’s hand. He left for a moment to walk all over Cas’s phone. He’s been talking to Robin, Jo, Dean. They were worried but Cas felt oddly calm aside from his one fret: He wanted the nausea to pass before he lost the contents of his stomach.
The closed his eyes and Icarus suddenly seemed further away. It was nice.