Castiel (celestialintent) wrote in solitarycomm, @ 2012-11-13 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | anna milton (drops_ofjupiter), castiel (celestialintent) |
WHO: Anna Milton (drops_ofjupiter) and Cas (celestialintent)
WHEN: Tuesday night, after his solo hunt
WHERE: Their apartment
WHAT: Someone doesn't think there's anything wrong with him...even if he has a cold.
WARNINGS: Most likely none
Regardless of whether or not Meg was to be confronted, that was not to say that they had seen the last of her antics. Cas felt as if there were vital information within Buffy's dreams, and while it was safe to assume that Meg was responsible for the First's various excursions during Halloween, that was not to say that was her only fault. He found himself seated at the small dining room table that took up half the living room, laptop open and several notes scattered around him. His right hand was currently beneath an ice back, his knuckles still aching from the fight, yet it was so commonplace, he'd learned to ignore it. What he was having difficulty ignoring was the dull pounding in his head.
On some level he recognized that he was uncomfortable - there was a soreness behind his nose that had his vessel swallowing of its own volition and it only seemed to irritate the situation further. His attempts to soothe the ache with something to drink were so far unsuccessful - it was his second beer and yet nothing had improved. Also, it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe through his nose, but he was trying to ignore it in favour of finding some piece of information that would be useful to them. It would be easier if he could access some of the memories that pertained to Azazel, but naturally, the lack of Grace prevented him from doing so.
He sniffled, but to no avail as his vessel continued to do as it pleased. His typing, while usually efficient at the very least, was beginning to miss critical letters without his noticing and while he found himself frustrated, a cough quickly chased that thought away. Still, he continued to read the same paragraph of a news article for the fourth time, wondering exactly why retaining information was so difficult. He was determined to have at least something to show before Anna finished with dinner, and yet she seemed to be well ahead of him.