Castiel (agentbeyonce) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2021-09-08 12:52:00 |
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Dean had just stepped inside the Roadhouse when suddenly, everything felt different. There was a moment of dizziness, followed by absolute darkness, and then he found himself standing in the middle of a street. “What the fuck?” As if on cue, a letter floated towards him and he plucked it from the air, reading it curiously. “Goodland? Ostrich Villa? Jubilant Entity?” None of this was making any sense, and he was almost positive that this had nothing to do with Jack. Still, it was a new experience and Dean was curious, so he followed the directions and soon found himself standing outside a very large building. When he stepped inside the building he found himself beyond impressed. It was a building unlike any other that he had ever set foot in, and now this was supposed to be his new home? Was this the work of Sam? Had his brother done something to bring him back? With each step of the way, the questions continued to follow and he was still just as confused as he had been ten minutes ago. He took the elevator up to the second floor and made his way down the hall to the room that had been assigned to him. There was a slight hesitation after the door opened, and he could swear that someone else was in the room. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Dean called out as the door closed behind him. Not waiting for an answer, he moved further into the apartment and looked around in awe. The note he received was placed on the kitchen counter and of course, his next move was to look for the booze. A slight movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he moved in the direction of movement. His mouth went dry and his palms a little sweaty as he took in the sight of what appeared to be another man, donned in an all too familiar trench coat. “Cas?” Cas had been walking through Heaven’s garden, lush and vibrant, the smells of earth and flowers perfume surrounding him - one that he himself had brought to life with flowers of every color and variety, some known and some he had created himself, tall and small, swarming with happy bees and worker ants - just a place that he could enjoy. Somewhere to take his thoughts away from the friends and family he couldn’t be with anymore. To keep him from spending his eternity and the edge, looking into the other part of Heaven, at the humans he loved in the place he could not access. Not yet, according to a hopeful Jack. And then, in the blink of an eye (quite literally) he wasn’t anymore. He was, instead, standing in the middle of a familiarly unfamiliar street, with parked cars and people walking to wherever they were going. Was this - earth? Was he back again? He reached out to stop someone, but before he could a letter drifted down in front of him, and he caught it in his already extended hand. It was definitely for him, and it made him wonder even more what had done this and how he came to be here so suddenly. Was Jack teasing him? Trying to lighten his mood with a game of some sort? Goodland. Ostriches? He followed the map to what he assumed was to be his new place of residence, stopped first to greet the Ostriches with a short bow on his way inside and then took himself up to the new place where he was supposed to ‘live’. Being dead he didn’t really see how this was going to work, but he could play along. He was almost positive that this was Jack; it didn’t feel like Jack’s work, but who else would pull an angel out of Heaven just to make him live with some ostriches? He looked around, spinning in a slow circle as he looked above him, and moved carefully from room to room, expecting someone to leap out at him from behind a door or from a closet with every second that passed. “Jack? Gabriel? Hello?” But the place was empty. Cas stopped again to re-read the note that had drifted down to him and heard a voice in the distance, and the past experience kept him from responding, but moving silently toward it. He froze. An all too familiar face stopped him where he stood, and the pulse he wasn’t supposed to have kicked up a notch as he stared in quiet disbelief until he was noticed. “Dean,” he said softly, tears immediately springing to his eyes as he said the name. And then again. “Dean.” He smiled and without an invitation or any expectation crossed the empty space between them and threw his arms around the other man. His friend. His best friend. “Dean.” It was the one face he had never expected to see again. Dean had been waiting for him to show up in heaven, but he never came. He didn't really know why not, but he had figured it was probably for the best. He was grateful though that the angel wouldn't be spending eternity in The Empty. "Hey, Cas," before he knew what was happening, Cas had closed the gap between them and had thrown his arms around him in a sudden embrace. While he didn't tense up at contact, it did take him a beat or two to return the sentiment. "How's it going, man?" It felt a little strange, but he wasn't going to make a big deal out of anything. "It's good to see you again." He stated with a smile, his hands rubbing over the other man's back, pulling away after thirty seconds or so. That was long enough, right? Taking a few steps back and still grinning at Dean - it was beyond difficult to be stoic right then - he cleared his throat and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, he nodded silently and wiped at his eyes again. He was sure he’d never have this anymore, to be near the people he loved, his friends, his family. His last minute confession had almost slipped his mind he was so happy, but it was back, and he couldn’t help but wonder exactly what Dean was thinking right then, at the crying, doofy angel who had told him he loved him seconds before the Empty had swallowed him up. “Uh, it’s good. Things are - they’re good. It’s good to see you too.” Good, good good. Overuse of a word could make it sound unreal sometimes. There were others he could use, but where were they? “Sam. Is Sam here, too?” Cas gestured around them, turning to look at a window. “Wherever here is.” "Are you-" why was he crying? He was the one who never came to visit. It wasn't like Dean was capable of leaving or anything. If this wasn't the very definition of awkward, he didn't know what was. Now he was looking around as if he expected his brother to jump out from behind the curtains. "I just got here, so, I'm not really sure, but I don't think so?" He reached up to scratch at the back of his neck, not sure what to make of everything. "Is this- did you- are we supposed to be living here together?" He walked in the opposite direction, towards the kitchen to check it out. "I mean, it's not bad, can't really complain. Though I have to say, heaven has been pretty great, so thanks for that, by the way." “I didn’t do this no, but I assume that since we both wound up in the same apartment that we’re both supposed to be here. But it looked like the space is pretty big, so, you’ll - not as big as the Bunker, but you know I never stay in one place very long. It will be mostly private.” Not exactly what he had hoped for, not even the greeting he’d gotten after Lucifer had killed him, but - Dean was Dean, and at least he could talk to him again. “You’re welcome. We weren’t quite done with your Heaven yet, but we did something that held the angels away from the human Heaven, otherwise it would have been better. Jack is new at the job, things aren’t as seamless as we’d hope, so we’re still working out the bugs. I’m glad you liked it though.” He moved over to the window he had seen a second ago and pulled the curtains back, allowing the sunlight in while he looked out at the people and birds below him. “I wonder why Ostriches.” Dean, being Dean, had conveniently shoved down anything and everything to do with the confession after he hadn't been greeted by the angel in heaven. "Oh, yeah, that definitely sucks." Okay, so maybe he hadn't been avoiding him after all. "I mean, I get to drink beer, drive Baby and spend the rest of eternity with my family. It doesn't get much better than that, does it?" He took a look at the cabinets and there really wasn't much to eat, which meant he would have to go shopping, but he didn't have any damn money. "I don't know, Cas. Maybe whoever owns this place is a fan?" “Just like life, except a lot better and eternal. We assumed that’s what you would want as opposed to just the memories.” At least it had seemed to be a hit. Dean wasn’t complaining and he hadn’t really talked to anyone else before being locked out but Bobby and Kelly. “Maybe. I wonder who owns this place, or who could pull an angel down to earth like this.” Was it a new Death? The Empty? Someone they hadn’t heard of yet, even though their journey was supposed to be over? Were they alive again or still dead? Was Baby here? There were a lot of questions to be answered, but right now didn’t feel like the right time to overload Dean with thoughts he was probably already having. And anyway, this was possibly the most awkward that he had ever felt in his life, and that was saying a lot. “I think I’ll go and investigate the city a little more. Maybe ask a few people and see if they know anything other than what the letter said.” "Yeah, cool, that would probably be a good idea." It was actually a little annoying, being pulled back into the fray and having to start over again. No money, no food, no clothes and no hacked credit card, which meant he would need a job. "Maybe you can check out the food situation? I know you're fine, but I would prefer not to starve." He closed the cabinet and let out a sigh, both hands moving to run through his hair. What the fuck was this supposed to be? He was retired and had been out of the game for a while. "Let me know what you find?" |