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(Castiel's nightmare battle with Sam)
[Sun Mar 2 2025]
In The Hometown Diner's Dining Room
This room is both cozy and fairly modern in style, with oak panelling along the bottom half of the walls, while the top has been painted a rich, bright shade of white. Open windows on the eastern wall look out over the diner's pergola and firepit, offering a gorgeous view past that of the horizon to diners. The tables are spread out around the room so that the waitstaff can easily make their way to all diners, and the smell of home cooking fills the air at all hours of the day.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Sam says "Well. Let's go, then."
Sam says "Who am I fighting, I wonder, hm? "
Loosing a bolt from his crossbow, Sam steps in front of Kellan, and locks eyes at Castiel. "Well, Kellan, this is gonna be rough." He nods to Castiel as a sickly, dark light envelops him, and he lifts the kriss-knife in his free hand. "Let's see how long we last, yes?"
"So you know, now." and the sound is a soft-spoken, carrying sort. It travels through the void like it has a will of its own, carried behind the thunderous sound of wings sending ripples within the unmanifested ground. The only reflection therein is a golden glow, spreading within the dark, spearing its unseen charge with an unseen inflection of something infernal. A swirl of hellfire. It coats Castiel's blade from tip to base, drips like tar. The first bolt, it flies amiss - Castiel elevates off of the ground by another beat of those massive wings on his back - then swings his blade forward. It cuts a savage line in the air, and a horrid gout of flame travels in its wake, at Sam.
Kellan says, quietly, "I'm assuming having someone fall asleep on me at brunch is normal?"
Barely managing to step aside from the blast of fire from Castiel, Sam steps forward, and notches another bolt, before letting it fly towards the man. He looks at the man somewhere on the other side of the nightmare, and he just chuckles a little. "I'll have to explain what happened in a little bit." He braces himself as he looks upon Castiel.
Kellan says, quietly, "Okay, well, while he's napping, I'll do this file-thingy he said to do."
"I will let you out shortly, then." Castiel humors Sam with a wry smile haunting the edge of his mouth from afar. As that bolt arrives - it simply goes through where he is- where Castiel was. The sight of that horrid angel hovering off the ground shivers, and it isn't ripple that traverses through the stretch of liquid beneath their feet - but a savage explosion from the sheer speed with which he moves. In the fraction of a second it takes to blink, he's descending on Sam like a comet, sword drawn, slicing down.
Even if that horrid blade comes down with great force, the jock remains standing just a little. He skids back, his balance harshly disrupted by Castiel's attack. Soon after, Sam recovers enough to bring his own blade, a smaller, kris knife, up towards Castiel, only to have it meet with Castiel's blade again.
Kellan says, quietly, over eating, "Oh, are you Edith? "
Kellan says, quietly, between bites, "Oh, well. I'm Kellan. Nice to meet you. Ish."
Perfection honed over eons shows in the one motion Castiel delivers - the blade slides against the kris knife, slides along its grooves like water upon rock, then with a twist, it shoves it aside in deflection- shoved forward in the same motion to draw a slice down Sam's torso, hip to shoulder.
A grunt is let out, and Sam wheezes as he takes a deep breath, before he lifts his kris again, sluggishly so. He seems determined to at least do something, and he brings that knife up again, hitting that kopis sword with a clang.
The clang sends Castiel's weapon askew, back - but then, Castiel lands upon the ground in front of Sam. Those eyes, in their unblinking stare, collect upon him with an intensity simply out of this world. Burrowing deep, close, watch with the proximity of a kiss that could've been delivered - but only warmth comes from the draw of age-old, brittle iron that would've been useless in any other hand. He's gone from sight, behind Sam, and in his wake, is another slice from shoulder to hip, this time - drawing a whole X at Sam's torso.
That blow has Sam barely standing, and, in a last ditch effort, the jock seems to stab forward, hitting that Kopis just one last time, it would seem. He just grins wryly. "Thanks for the lesson, yeh?"
"I wish I had fished another man, Sam." Castiel answers when Sam pivots to strike him again, but meets only his blade that provides resistance. His hand lays at the other's wrist, moves it away while the closeness brings that unforgiving heat of his body to Sam. Searing at a touch, not merely sweat-inducing but scalding. The look of distant remorse may be evident in his eyes, but it is contrary to the simple swing of his blade - one that twists at the last second to pierce through Sam's leg and draw out in the same breath - expel him from the nightmare with dignity.
Sam fades out of the nightmare.
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(Castiel's nightmare battle with Sam)
[Sun Mar 2 2025]
In The Hometown Diner's Dining Room
This room is both cozy and fairly modern in style, with oak panelling along the bottom half of the walls, while the top has been painted a rich, bright shade of white. Open windows on the eastern wall look out over the diner's pergola and firepit, offering a gorgeous view past that of the horizon to diners. The tables are spread out around the room so that the waitstaff can easily make their way to all diners, and the smell of home cooking fills the air at all hours of the day.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Sam says "Well. Let's go, then."
Sam says "Who am I fighting, I wonder, hm? "
Loosing a bolt from his crossbow, Sam steps in front of Kellan, and locks eyes at Castiel. "Well, Kellan, this is gonna be rough." He nods to Castiel as a sickly, dark light envelops him, and he lifts the kriss-knife in his free hand. "Let's see how long we last, yes?"
"So you know, now." and the sound is a soft-spoken, carrying sort. It travels through the void like it has a will of its own, carried behind the thunderous sound of wings sending ripples within the unmanifested ground. The only reflection therein is a golden glow, spreading within the dark, spearing its unseen charge with an unseen inflection of something infernal. A swirl of hellfire. It coats Castiel's blade from tip to base, drips like tar. The first bolt, it flies amiss - Castiel elevates off of the ground by another beat of those massive wings on his back - then swings his blade forward. It cuts a savage line in the air, and a horrid gout of flame travels in its wake, at Sam.
Kellan says, quietly, "I'm assuming having someone fall asleep on me at brunch is normal?"
Barely managing to step aside from the blast of fire from Castiel, Sam steps forward, and notches another bolt, before letting it fly towards the man. He looks at the man somewhere on the other side of the nightmare, and he just chuckles a little. "I'll have to explain what happened in a little bit." He braces himself as he looks upon Castiel.
Kellan says, quietly, "Okay, well, while he's napping, I'll do this file-thingy he said to do."
"I will let you out shortly, then." Castiel humors Sam with a wry smile haunting the edge of his mouth from afar. As that bolt arrives - it simply goes through where he is- where Castiel was. The sight of that horrid angel hovering off the ground shivers, and it isn't ripple that traverses through the stretch of liquid beneath their feet - but a savage explosion from the sheer speed with which he moves. In the fraction of a second it takes to blink, he's descending on Sam like a comet, sword drawn, slicing down.
Even if that horrid blade comes down with great force, the jock remains standing just a little. He skids back, his balance harshly disrupted by Castiel's attack. Soon after, Sam recovers enough to bring his own blade, a smaller, kris knife, up towards Castiel, only to have it meet with Castiel's blade again.
Kellan says, quietly, over eating, "Oh, are you Edith? "
Kellan says, quietly, between bites, "Oh, well. I'm Kellan. Nice to meet you. Ish."
Perfection honed over eons shows in the one motion Castiel delivers - the blade slides against the kris knife, slides along its grooves like water upon rock, then with a twist, it shoves it aside in deflection- shoved forward in the same motion to draw a slice down Sam's torso, hip to shoulder.
A grunt is let out, and Sam wheezes as he takes a deep breath, before he lifts his kris again, sluggishly so. He seems determined to at least do something, and he brings that knife up again, hitting that kopis sword with a clang.
The clang sends Castiel's weapon askew, back - but then, Castiel lands upon the ground in front of Sam. Those eyes, in their unblinking stare, collect upon him with an intensity simply out of this world. Burrowing deep, close, watch with the proximity of a kiss that could've been delivered - but only warmth comes from the draw of age-old, brittle iron that would've been useless in any other hand. He's gone from sight, behind Sam, and in his wake, is another slice from shoulder to hip, this time - drawing a whole X at Sam's torso.
That blow has Sam barely standing, and, in a last ditch effort, the jock seems to stab forward, hitting that Kopis just one last time, it would seem. He just grins wryly. "Thanks for the lesson, yeh?"
"I wish I had fished another man, Sam." Castiel answers when Sam pivots to strike him again, but meets only his blade that provides resistance. His hand lays at the other's wrist, moves it away while the closeness brings that unforgiving heat of his body to Sam. Searing at a touch, not merely sweat-inducing but scalding. The look of distant remorse may be evident in his eyes, but it is contrary to the simple swing of his blade - one that twists at the last second to pierce through Sam's leg and draw out in the same breath - expel him from the nightmare with dignity.
Sam fades out of the nightmare.