You know when you go driving on those clear-skied Summer days if you’re not the one in the driver’s seat you have the urge to roll down your window and lean your head outside of the car as far as possible without hurting yourself. When you do this, any noise in the car is silenced and replaced solely with the all-consuming whipping and whooshing of the wind that’s as powerful and exhilarating as it is pure and cleansing.
This is what Castiel smells like.
With narrowed eyes, Castiel glares at the stranger. “Another vampire,” he states, distrust evident in his voice. “Who are you, and why do you seek me out?”
“I-I-I have n-not sought you out” she stuttered quietly. “You were, sort of… Are just, standing where I am going and… God, what are you?”
“Calm down,” he stated brusquely. “For a vampire you are awfully jittery. My name is Castiel; I am an angel of the lord, a soldier of heaven.”“A-an angel?” she repeated. Oh God, I’ve pissed off an angel. No, err… Gosh. Balls. Fuck, dammit! “I-I-I…” she stuttered. “I’m not jittery… I can just… Sense things. And you are more powerful than anything I’ve been around… So… Wow” she laughed uneasily. “Does… Does this mean I’ve finally died or something?”
He gave her a strange look that fell somewhere between puzzlement and slight annoyance. She was…very different from other vampires he had encountered, somehow less menacing with her fearful interjections and luminous hair. Nevertheless, she was a monster doubtlessly responsible for the deaths of countless and must be dealt with. As an angel it would be quite out of his realm of responsibility, but he had told the Winchesters he would try his hand at hunting. What would Dean do?
“No,” he stated in a gravelly tone. “You are not dead. I am able to move freely among the living, though that phrase is to be used loosely around the likes you.” A sharpened blade fell seamlessly from the shadows of his trench coat’s sleeve and into his hand.
-He stares stoically at the brunette newcomer, the slight narrowing of his eyes betraying a vague curiosity.-
Hello. -he states in a flat tone.-
With narrowed eyes, Castiel glares at the stranger. “Another vampire,” he states, distrust evident in his voice. “Who are you, and why do you seek me out?”
“I-I-I have n-not sought you out” she stuttered quietly. “You were, sort of… Are just, standing where I am going and… God, what are you?”
“Calm down,” he stated brusquely. “For a vampire you are awfully jittery. My name is Castiel; I am an angel of the lord, a soldier of heaven.”
With narrowed eyes, Castiel glares at the stranger. “Another vampire,” he states, distrust evident in his voice. “Who are you, and why do you seek me out?”
Castiel takes in the appearance of the unnaturally pale man. Intuitively, he recognizes the creature as non-human. “Vampire.” He states tonelessly, eyes narrowing slightly. ”What do you want?”
Such a rarity, that one declared him a vampire upon the first minute of meeting. The other gave off an impression of non-mortality himself, although he did not seem to be one of his own kind. Odd, but Louis knew better than to easily label impossibilities. ”I was returning to my home. What do you want?” Rarely was he rude, let alone confrontational, but this man had not exactly greeted him with the most courtesy.
The vampire seemed testy. Should he kill him? That’s what Sam and Dean would want; after all, he was a hunter now. Though, this creature seemed more refined somehow than the vamps he had previously encountered, of course he knew better than most how looks could deceive.
“Nothing,” He spoke curtly. “ I am waiting and I caught you in my peripheral vision. Give me one good reason not to off you here and now before you have a chance to return to your flock and cause more death.”
((Oh jeez, it’s Mickie~ Sorry xD))
Castiel takes in the appearance of the unnaturally pale man. Intuitively, he recognizes the creature as non-human. “Vampire.” He states tonelessly, eyes narrowing slightly. ”What do you want?”
Castiel still believes that God exists, though his convictions waver from time to time. He is frustrated with God if he does exist, but is terrified by the prospect that he does not. As for religion itself, he has been indoctrinated with the word of God since the moment of his creation. He is beginning to breakaway from that, after witnessing the corruptness of Heaven. So does he follow it closely? I’d say that it’s ingrained in him and that he doesn’t much have a choice, but he doesn’t have nearly as much faith as he once did.
