[Castiel, in the midst of repairing another flaw in Heaven’s design, doesn’t expect to suddenly find himself in the middle of a forest, awakening as if from a nap, as if he’s suddenly turned human again. And yet, here he is, surrounded seemingly by an infinity of white and white covered branches and trunks, a cold and beautiful sort of wonderland, the kind they sing about in human Christmas songs.
Fog lurks at the edges of the path that Castiel can see, a menacing sort of fog that feels as unnerving to him as the lack of others in the forest with him. Castiel rolls his shoulders back, glances back and forth, and tries to determine if there is anything within these woods he should be afraid of. When he can’t detect any one particular threat, he begins to walk.
He slips out his angel blade into his hand from the sleeve of his trench coat, just in case.
He walks. He walks for what feels like hours, but he doesn’t know how time works here, or where here even is; it both feels like Earth, and it doesn’t. He wonders if this is some kind of alternate dimension, perhaps one that Chuck missed in his vengeance for destroying all worlds but one. (He doubts it, but he also supposes it’s still possible; nothing, in his experience, is impossible.)
Eventually, he reaches the edge of the town, lonely, crumbling, and abandoned. He keeps his angel blade by his side as he considers the landscape before him, trying to keep himself steady and resolved despite the fear creeping along the edges of his thoughts. He’d found purpose after leaving the Empty; he’d found Jack, and they were repurposing Heaven for the betterment of all. (Though, Castiel knows, deep in his heart, he’s always been tailoring Heaven specifically for one Dean Winchester, for an eternal rest that he can actually enjoy.)
Castiel stops, glancing around.]
What…is this place?
ii. Bodies Without Souls
[The bookstore is charming, in its own way. Old-fashioned looking, and very much as abandoned as every part of the rest of the town, Benedict Books draws Castiel in as soon as he approaches, from the shadows he thinks he sees moving inside to the flickering flashlight in the windows. He makes his way inside and wanders throughout the aisles, taking in the sights and the titles of all the available books. Everything seems to be covered in dust and dirt, and the books themselves…well. There doesn’t seem to be much in the way of modern titles, nothing more recent than the 1990s, at least.
Castiel finds himself curious the longer he wanders; he makes his way to the back office, prying open the door to make his way inside. He doesn’t know if he’s looking for a ghost, or if this is just some sad story of another abandoned building, left to rot to time and ruin. He passes by the desk, makes note of the various inventory lists he finds there.
The safe in the corner is interesting; all scratched up on all sides, Castiel can see that someone is clearly trying to break inside. But for what, he wonders. And what has happened in this bookstore to seemingly attract symptoms of phantoms?
He isn’t certain about any of this, but if he cannot currently serve his purpose as a renewed angel of Heaven, Castiel feels it’s only right that he tries to get a better understanding of what’s going on in this town.]
iv. Wildcard
[Castiel here is from the very end of the show, from the end of episode 15x20, “Carry On,” so there will be spoilers in his threads. If you’d like a different prompt or have a different idea, let me know either here via his journal or at afaeryschild.]
Castiel | Supernatural | SPOILERS for the end of SPN/all of s15
[Castiel, in the midst of repairing another flaw in Heaven’s design, doesn’t expect to suddenly find himself in the middle of a forest, awakening as if from a nap, as if he’s suddenly turned human again. And yet, here he is, surrounded seemingly by an infinity of white and white covered branches and trunks, a cold and beautiful sort of wonderland, the kind they sing about in human Christmas songs.
Fog lurks at the edges of the path that Castiel can see, a menacing sort of fog that feels as unnerving to him as the lack of others in the forest with him. Castiel rolls his shoulders back, glances back and forth, and tries to determine if there is anything within these woods he should be afraid of. When he can’t detect any one particular threat, he begins to walk.
He slips out his angel blade into his hand from the sleeve of his trench coat, just in case.
He walks. He walks for what feels like hours, but he doesn’t know how time works here, or where here even is; it both feels like Earth, and it doesn’t. He wonders if this is some kind of alternate dimension, perhaps one that Chuck missed in his vengeance for destroying all worlds but one. (He doubts it, but he also supposes it’s still possible; nothing, in his experience, is impossible.)
Eventually, he reaches the edge of the town, lonely, crumbling, and abandoned. He keeps his angel blade by his side as he considers the landscape before him, trying to keep himself steady and resolved despite the fear creeping along the edges of his thoughts. He’d found purpose after leaving the Empty; he’d found Jack, and they were repurposing Heaven for the betterment of all. (Though, Castiel knows, deep in his heart, he’s always been tailoring Heaven specifically for one Dean Winchester, for an eternal rest that he can actually enjoy.)
Castiel stops, glancing around.]
What…is this place?
ii. Bodies Without Souls
[The bookstore is charming, in its own way. Old-fashioned looking, and very much as abandoned as every part of the rest of the town, Benedict Books draws Castiel in as soon as he approaches, from the shadows he thinks he sees moving inside to the flickering flashlight in the windows. He makes his way inside and wanders throughout the aisles, taking in the sights and the titles of all the available books. Everything seems to be covered in dust and dirt, and the books themselves…well. There doesn’t seem to be much in the way of modern titles, nothing more recent than the 1990s, at least.
Castiel finds himself curious the longer he wanders; he makes his way to the back office, prying open the door to make his way inside. He doesn’t know if he’s looking for a ghost, or if this is just some sad story of another abandoned building, left to rot to time and ruin. He passes by the desk, makes note of the various inventory lists he finds there.
The safe in the corner is interesting; all scratched up on all sides, Castiel can see that someone is clearly trying to break inside. But for what, he wonders. And what has happened in this bookstore to seemingly attract symptoms of phantoms?
He isn’t certain about any of this, but if he cannot currently serve his purpose as a renewed angel of Heaven, Castiel feels it’s only right that he tries to get a better understanding of what’s going on in this town.]
iv. Wildcard
[Castiel here is from the very end of the show, from the end of episode 15x20, “Carry On,” so there will be spoilers in his threads. If you’d like a different prompt or have a different idea, let me know either here via his journal or at