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of castiel ♃ (castieli) wrote in silverage, @ 2011-06-01 19:05:00

Who: Castiel and Selina Kyle
Where: Selina's flat
When: Thursday morning
What: Prayer and commission
Rating: PG

The jostle yanked him from his stupor.

Where his head had dipped irreverently towards the tempered glass, he jerked awake. This struck him immediately as peculiar, being that angels were not known to sleep. In that threshold between dreaming and waking worlds, he blinked at a wisp of grey smoke that rose into the ceiling. Directly beneath its trail was a tobacco pipe wedged firmly between the lips of a passenger whose face was obscured by a grey felt hat. He was at once seized by the notion that he had dreamt most vividly, though of what he had promptly forgotten.

Presently, they plunged headlong into a pitch black tunnel. The row of bare light bulbs fizzled, casting strange shadows at war on a battlefield of verdigris steel as the ceiling fans hummed in the background. He was on the E train, he realised. Across from him overhead was an advertisement for petroleum, insisting that the reader PUT A TIGER IN YOUR TANK! It was accompanied by an illustration of a tiger with an uppity grin from ear to ear, pushing against the back of a motor vehicle. He did not understand. Tigers did not express emotions in such a way, and anyway, how could a tiger fit in the tank of an automobile?

He turned his attention to the rest of the car. They were alone, he and the man in the homburg. The man was murmuring something incoherent. With a frown, the angel glanced about, and seeing no one, he leaned in, the better to hear what the man had to say. This was met by a meaningless grunt that released another puff of cloud. Then the man proceeded to snore very loudly.

Somewhat put out by this, the angel returned to an upright position. No sooner did he hearken a voice deep in prayer. Though by no means obligated to answer it, when next the lights flickered in the subway train, its fare dropped mysteriously from two to one.

On the other side of the city, a quiet sigh of air announced his arrival behind the person's shoulder. It was a misty morning, echoing in the distance the muffled din of a city full of people readying themselves for a new day.