Castiel (celestialintent) wrote in solitarycomm, @ 2012-11-23 18:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | anna milton (drops_ofjupiter), castiel (celestialintent) |
WHO: Anna Milton (drops_ofjupiter) and Cas (celestialintent)
WHEN: Backdated to the night he and Daryl fought the manticore
WHERE: Their place
WHAT: Hunting and adrenaline makes Cas amorous and they're newlyweds. You figure it out.
WARNINGS: Sex.
Once the manticore was disposed of and Daryl was safely within the walls of the hospital and under Dr. Grey's care, Cas' restlessness was far from satisfied. It was difficult to explain what it was he was feeling, but he supposed it had much to do with the impending battle against Meg, as well as the losses of Sam and Cole. He understood that what was to happen to Sam needed to happen in order to preserve the timeline. Just because realities differed from each other slightly did not mean they differed so much that the separate chains of events were so dissimilar they could be told apart easily. Each reality merely seemed to consist of one minor change each. And seeing as he'd only ever met one version of Cole...slaughtering monsters was perhaps the best way to alleviate the emotion he could not label.
The ghouls he'd found were simple enough to dispose of and as always, the battle left him feeling a strong sense of euphoria. He was not prone to violence against just any opponent and yet, he still enjoyed the fight. It was exhilarating to no end and left him with a sense of satisfaction over the fact that these creatures would no longer terrorize anyone. It was perhaps a drop in an ocean, but it potentially saved one life. That was good enough for him and his aching muscles felt as if he'd earned the hot shower he took upon returning home. It was late and he refrained from turning on any lights, hoping not to wake Anna. He felt that as humans, they both also earned their sleep and disturbing it seemed wrong to him, especially since neither of them were very good at sleeping alone.
Once he'd scrubbed the remains of both manticore and ghoul from his body, he tried his best to remain silent as he padded back out to the kitchen in a fresh t-shirt and boxers, his old, bloodied t-shirt already in the trash. For some reason, fighting also made him require food which made no sense to him whatsoever, but he'd grown to listen to his vessel's urges and not question them. He stood in front of the open refrigerator, rifling through it until coming upon an apple. Ironic perhaps, considering what apples represented in the Bible, but he bit into it anyway as he searched for something else to eat. He supposed 'ravenous' was an accurate term for the sudden hunger. Yet, it had either nothing to do with gluttony or a very different form of it.
While he was aware of it being a sin, he'd come to find all seven of those had their time and place. Within moderation, of course.