seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-05-21 01:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | seeley booth |
Who: Booth and open
What: Being grumpy.
When: Late late Thursday night.
Where: community kitchen.
Warnings: TBA.
Dean said he was handling it well, all the demon fun they'd been thrown into. He wanted to believe that he was. He wasn't running off after the Angels. Or freaking out that he'd been misplaced in a battle without magic power. On the outside it was easy enough, but the inside was an entirely different story. Booth had always been as strong as he was because he had faith. Faith in God's plan for him, that somehow everything he did was part of the bigger picture. But to learn that the Angels were interfering, and that wasn't? Scared him. Actually shook him. There weren't many things that could scare Seeley Booth, he wasn't afraid of demons, or humans, or hell even magic anymore. He was a man of faith. Being without it even if only temporary, scared him to death. He felt uncomfortable in his own skin, he felt lost and couldn't just sit still anymore. He didn't even know how to respond back to Castiel, not that he could anyway with his computer on the fritz. He'd have to replace it in the morning.
In all honesty for now it was probably a good thing that it was dying out. Because Booth needed to eat and get out of his room. He felt sick to his stomach most of the day after the exchange with the Angel on the boards. He didn't start work till seven in the morning. Glancing down at his watch he noticed there were a few hours till then. Three to be exact. Booth did like Sam suggested and unplugged his computer. Leaving the spooky flickering machine that secretly filled him with a childlike terror in the furthest corner of his bedroom away from anything that could catch fire, he left his apartment and trailed slowly down to the kitchen. Sighing deeply he put on a fresh pot of coffee and waited. His head was throbbing dully, and his eyes were irritated with lack of sleep. But Booth couldn't, so he paced and waited for his coffee. It was the only thing keeping his sanity. He was dressed in his suit with his favorite 'cocky' belt buckle, but even it wasn't giving him confidence. He was a wreck.