Castiel (cas_is_confused) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-05-22 19:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel, dean winchester |
Who? OPEN TO residents of and visitors to Chéz Demonblood (which apparently now includes Castiel)
What? Cas is moving in
Where? Cas' new digs at Sam-n-Ruby's place
When? Fairly nondescript, daytime
It is a good room.
That is Castiel's estimation, in any case. Not that he has any frame of reference for 'good'. There is no moose head, which is an improvement over the motel (although part of him is sad that he will now never find out which would have been exhausted first, the owner's patience with a tenant who kept burning them in the parking lot or the supply of replacements heads). Beyond that, though, the normal concerns are meaningless – he has no possessions, and so the space is irrelevant. The aesthetics do not matter to him, nor does the placement of the furniture within the room or the room within the house or any other 'resonances' or 'correspondences'. The possibility that sound, or light, might filter in is of little consequence; he does not sleep until exhausted, and the burden of watching Dean has made him surprisingly skilled at ignoring unpleasant things while he's awake.
It is a strange thing to have a room that is 'his'. There have been places Castiel frequents – fragments of Heaven borrowed from one soul or another, spaces shared with the rest of the Garrison, more recently motels and bars and the backseat of the Impala – but this is different. This belongs to no-one but him - defined not by someone else's memories or God's plan or Dean Winchester's taste in fast food and music but by its conversion from 'Spare Room' to 'Cas' Room' - and for a long while he just stands, unsure what he's supposed to be doing now he's been left alone to 'settle in'.
It is a room, and there is a bed. It will serve.