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Aruraliel (blackeyedangel) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2015-05-08 22:20:00

Entry tags:

!closed, dean winchester, ~aruraliel, ~claire novak

Who: Rory and Claire Novak
Where: The city
What: Rory finds a new arrival
When: Friday evening
Rating: TBD
Open: To Isabel and Dean
Status: Ongoing
Rory needed to take a walk. He thought that moving into his own place was a good idea but it was quiet and he hated that. He was actually contemplating asking if he could go back home, but he needed to think about it. To really think about it. And that required some walking.

He left the apartment building and turned right, then just started walking. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going, just used his senses to keep him from running into things. He let his mind drift as he thought about everything. About why he moved out in the first place, all of it. He just needed time to think.

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angelhearted
2015-05-09 04:06 am UTC (link)

Disoriented wasn't for the word for the state Claire found herself in, but it came close. Disgruntled was more appropriate, because of the required anger-factor, however there was also the distinct feeling that she'd been yanked out of a fever dream and dropped into a bad-trip. Whether it was nerves or some physical side effect from whatever she'd just been through wasn't clear, but Claire's knees felt about as solid and cooperative as old jello. They stumbled her through what could only be called an alley- an alley she didn't remember ever being, and plowed her through a set of trash cans that spilled their contents onto the walk. She would've followed right after if she hadn't caught the corner of the building with one hand

"You- Hey!" Panting and wild-eyed, she called at the only body she saw, a dark haired man not far down the sidewalk. She started for him, willing her legs to fucking work- if someone had drugged her, there was going to be a goddamn reckoning. "Weird question- where the hell am I right now?"

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	blackeyedangel 2015-05-09 04:19 am UTC (link)
	It took Rory a second to realize someone was talking to him, but the voice broke through and he looked up. "Where..." He sighed. A new arrival. Great. "Not really sure what to call it other than the city. We're....on an island in the middle of nowhere." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

angelhearted
2015-05-09 04:33 am UTC (link)

Claire's boots scuffed to an awkward stop. She stared at him, blinking... as if running his words through her head seventeen more times would force them to make sense.

"You're...not sure."

Nope. Saying them out loud didn't help either. Claire's hands found her hips- she sighed hard enough to drop her shoulders with the effort, dislodging her hair from it's drape across her shoulder, revealing the top half of a very specific pentacle tattoo, right above the neckline of her tank. The calf-dusting hooded cardigan she wore shifted when her hand inched closer to the hilted angel blade, hidden by the fabric. Hopefully, intimidation wasn't going to be needed.

"Dude. Think you could be just a little more specific? One minute I'm in a Talahassee pitstop bathroom- now I'm here. I feel like I'm in a fuckin' fever dream."

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	blackeyedangel 2015-05-09 04:35 am UTC (link)
	Rory was about to say something when he noticed the tattoo. The very recognizable tattoo. He reached over and pushed at her shirt to show the rest of it. "Where'd you get that?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

angelhearted
2015-05-09 04:45 am UTC (link)

Claire must have been disoriented, because the hand reaching toward her got way too close before she was able to react- that being a snapped step back and a properly handled angel's sword extended straight at the hollow of the man's throat from her stiff left arm.

"Don't touch me," she warned with steel in her eyes, but they contained enough clarity to show she didn't want to hurt him. Not until he gave her more of a reason.

"Call it an occupational necessity," she informed him about the tattoo. "Why."

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	blackeyedangel 2015-05-09 04:52 am UTC (link)
	"My dad and Uncle have the same tattoo." He looked at her. He knew that if he showed his demon side, he'd get that blade in the throat in a heartbeat. But he needed her to know he wasn't human. So instead, he showed his wings, keeping his eyes on her and hoping that she didn't have a grudge against angels. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

angelhearted
2015-05-09 05:12 am UTC (link)

"Wait... your dad and uncle-" Claire's voice trailed off, the blade lowering. The sun-ringed pentacle wasn't exactly a piece of fashion ink. Only a certain class of people knew what they meant. She was about to ask him for more details when a pair of shadowy black wings flitted behind his back.

That was a game-changer. Claire's eyes had been a little frayed before- now they snapped wide, hard enough to stumble back two steps from him, as if she'd been hit with a cattle prod.

Her insides felt that way, in any case. Twisted and electrified. Seeing something she hadn't seen in a long time, that instantly enflamed every horrible memory in her head. Suddenly the shock in her gaze hardened by anger. She brandished Tamiel's sword at him again, this time with much more determination and grit.

"Angels don't have dads or uncles," she hissed, but didn't advance. Not yet. "Not in the sense I know- and I fuckin' know angels. So what the hell did you mean."

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blackeyedangel
2015-05-09 05:15 am UTC (link)

"I'm not your typical angel." He then blinked and his eyes turned black, like a demon's, though his wings still showed. "My name is Aruraliel. I'm the son of Meg Masters and Castiel. My mother died when I was born and my father passed me off to the Winchesters because he didn't want to handle raising me." He then blinked and his eyes changed again, his wings disappearing. "Sam and Dean raised me. Trained me to be a hunter."

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angelhearted
2015-05-09 05:25 am UTC (link)

And Claire thought she couldn't be any more confused. Now... now she was disorientated. First, the eyes... demon eyes. With black wings. Then the names she knew, one of them better than her own. Castiel had been inside her soul- she'd housed the angel of that name, and known the voices of Heaven before he abandoned her, then took her real father away.

And the Winchesters. Sam and Dean, rolling off this...hybrid's lips. Every synapse in Claire's brain was firing at once, screaming for it all to be a lie- she didn't want to believe him, but there was too much... too much she couldn't possibly deny. Claire's lips fell apart as if for words, but the air had been sucked out of her lungs. They closed, then opened again with the same result- her sword arm falling, as if forgotten, back to her side.

"I can't... This is..." Her eyes finally fell away from him, focused internally. Then, it clicked.

"I'm dead..." She looked at him. "Am I dead?" Then, she looked around. "Maybe not dead... Coma." Back to him. "I'm in a goddamn coma, aren't I... there's no way anyone could pull those names out of anywhere except my head."

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blackeyedangel
2015-05-09 05:33 am UTC (link)

Rory just stood quietly and watched her as she processed. He could have read her thoughts if he wanted but he didn't. He only ever did that with permission anymore. Though occasionally he did it with Dean even without permission, but never anything that the man wouldn't want Rory to know anyway.

"Afraid not." He shook his head. "I don't know how else to prove it." He reached into his pocket slowly and pulled out his phone. "This has a list of everyone on the island on it. Dean's here. And a few others."

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angelhearted
2015-05-09 05:54 am UTC (link)

He could tell her she wasn't dreaming all he wanted- the problem was, in her current state, there simply was no way to prove otherwise. Claire was on the edge of fucking fainting, just by turning the idea that Castiel had fathered this... being in front of her...around in her head. Add to it the notion of Dean and Sam raising him?

Claire didn't even look at the phone. She just shook her head, as if that would wake her up.

"No- Cass would've said something," she almost growled, gritting the words through her teeth. "This isn't real. He would've told me I had a fucking half brother..."

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	blackeyedangel 2015-05-09 05:56 am UTC (link)
	That caused Rory to take a step back. "Wait, what?" Now it was his turn to have a hard time wrapping his head around something. It wasn't often he was thrown, not anymore, but this time.... "Who are you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

angelhearted
2015-05-09 06:00 am UTC (link)

"Claire Novak-" she ground out, her voice nearly cracking as she just barely kept it together. All her normal caution, all her natural tendency to keep her cards close, and several years of never saying her full given name out loud to a stranger all went out the window. She had one foot in the grave- she had to have, if she was dreaming on this level of fucked up.