Boulevard of Broken Dreams [Castiel]

Boulevard of Broken Dreams [Castiel] Nov 22, 2013 16:12:51 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 16:12:51 GMT -5

HE’S A REAL NOWHERE MAN
SITTING IN HIS NOWHERE LAND
MAKING ALL HIS NOWHERE PLANS FOR NOBODY

His hunting days were over. That part of his life was shoved far behind him, especially after the events of ending the reign of Dick Roman. Sam Winchester had always wanted a normal life, ever since he was a kid that was the only thing he ever wanted. Even as he got older, the endless fights between him and his father, running off to go to school, they were his way to get a normal life. But now things were completely different, there was no Dean to pull him back into the hunter's life, or Bobby to call for any sort of job. It was just him, and because of that, the youngest Winchester found himself slightly lost, and in shock. Several months had gone by, the former hunter having secured himself a job at a hotel as the handyman. It didn't pay much, but it was decent enough, and the rooms were nice. Especially when the job included having him live on site, that was an added bonus. The days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, and slowly Sam started to feel more at ease within his life. Especially after meeting Amelia, the young widow had at first grated on his nerves a bit. But, after they got to know each other, Sam easily found out that she was wonderful, thus it didn't take long before he started to fall more for her.

The days were quiet, the odd job in one of the rooms coming by every so often. Jobs that were fairly simple, an air conditioning unit that wasn't working, or sink that was backed up. All were simple fixes, and things that kept his mind occupied for the most part. That was, until he met up with something one day that caused all and completely buried habits to resurface once again. The morning paper was left open upon one of the tables in a vacant room he was fixing up. And, by force of habit, the youngest Winchester glanced over at it, an article catching his eye. Mutilated remains found, the forth that month; a frown pulled across the male's lips as he set his tools down and scooped up the paper, reading the article in full. It didn't take long to notice that the police had no idea what they were dealing with, but he did. Usually Sam would have left it alone, let some other hunter deal with it, if it weren't for the fact that the case wasn't far from the town he was currently calling home.

Sam hesitated, eyes darting toward the sink he was suppose to be fixing to the paper in his hand. It wouldn't' take long, Especially if he just wanted to take a look at the scene. The choice was made before the paper had enough time to fall back to the table, the male was already out of the room, broken sink completely forgotten.

The day was spent interviewing various people and revisiting the crime scenes, as well as the police station. It didn't take long before Sam was able to piece together that the police had absolutely no idea what they were dealing with, something that he had figured out when he was reading the article. After some study, his only guess was a rugaru, a creature he hadn't faced in some time, a few years in fact. But if there was one thing Sam was good at, it was retaining information and he remembered that the only way to kill a rugaru was with fire.

The roar of the Impala's engine was quickly cut as the hunter pulled up to an abandon house, his eyes scanned the surrounding area before he reached into the backseat of the car, pulling out the homemade flamethrower and stepping out. It was unusual for him to enter a hunt without some sort of backup, but as there were no others in the area, he would have to do this alone. His footsteps were slow as his breathing evened out, clearly calm as he approached the building. From the outside it appeared completely normal, but Sam knew better then to take things at face value.

The male walked up to the building, walking around the outside first before checking the backdoor and easing inside. The flamethrower was held tight in his hand, completely ready to be used as he the hunter scooped out the house. What happened next caught even Sam off guard, the loud noise came from behind as the male found himself knocked to the ground, the flamethrower knocked from his grasp and across the floor. A pained grunt left his lips as Sam struggled a bit, kicking the creature away as he moved toward the flamethrower only to be thrown back and into a bookshelf that collapsed from his weight. For a moment, the young Winchester regretted not bring in some backup and could only hope that some form of help came.

tagging Castiel
words No clue
lyrics nowhere man by THE BEATLES
notes Hope you can work with it =\
credits this was made by PARTY POISON

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Boulevard of Broken Dreams [Castiel] Nov 23, 2013 7:27:17 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2013 7:27:17 GMT -5

and from there i crawl beneath lucifer's claws, @sam1

With his head pounding the seraph had woken up in the middle of the forest. His clothes clung to his body, stained with blood and dirt. There was no sing of life around him, no sign that a portal was nearby through which he had escaped. No memory that told him how exactly he had gotten out. All he knew was that he had let go of the eldest Winchester in Purgatory. There was no place for him on this earth and thus he stayed behind, paying for what he did to the place he once called his home, paying the price for betraying his friends and himself.

He had to die there.

But he hadn't. And he wouldn't. Days had passed since his return. Since his sudden appearance on earth. It still confused him but Castiel was well aware of the tasks at hand: he had to find the Winchesters. Dean had gotten out long before him so if all had gone well, then the brothers would have joined up by now. All he had to do now, was locating them and that seemed to be a task harder to fulfil than he had initially expected. For some reason both of them were untraceable. In all fairness the angel had an idea as to why this might be more difficult: his powers had been acting strange ever since his return. Transport had not been an issue. His wings functioned perfectly as he travelled from one place to another. His other powers such as healing or exorcising, they weren't up to par. His batteries were drained, something he had no problem sensing as he continued his path, his search to find his friends. All this time Cas had laid low, not wanting to draw the attention of creatures. The only thing he had put an effort in, was his appearance. Clean shaven and with fresh clothes he had hit the road, once more venturing out.

As time passed the celestial being grew stronger, more confident but it didn't make him feel at ease. The feeling that this was wrong, plagued him. He had no right to be here. He didn't even know why he was there. Who could possibly have need of him? This was one of the many reasons why he needed to find the Winchesters. They were his only hope to help him with this troubling question. They could help. They would know what to do.

And as time passed Castiel picked up a thing or two. He found traces of the youngest brother so the seraph decided to fixate all his attention on that. That was how he had found his way into this small town. Cas had glanced at the newspaper, caught the words describing how the FBI got onto a case, one the local police clearly needed help with. Upon further examination Castiel just knew this was a Winchester taking part in the investigation. Only one. The angel could only hope he would be on time. The creature described in the newspaper was vicious, hungry for human flesh since it tore its victims apart mercilessly. He didn't want one of the hunters to be the next casualty.

A flutter of wings announced his arrival outside of the abandoned house. Already he could hear how a fight developed inside. The thud of someone being thrown against a wall easily reached him, informing him that he needed to move swiftly. The angel vanished, leaves twirling behind him in a gust of wind caused by the flap of wings. Castiel reappeared inside behind the rugaru who was already looming over the hunter. Whether or not the creature had taken a bite of the male was unknown to the seraph. Without further hesitation he grabbed the being by his collar and flung him into the opposite wall. He then turned around and moved closer to the rugaru, ordering the improvised flamethrower to his hand by using his telekinesis. The creature rose to his feet sooner than expected though and threw himself onto the angel.

A groan fell from Castiel's lips as his back hit the wooden floor of the house. The flamethrower escaped his grasp, rolling over the floor. The creature was visibly upset that Cas dared to disturb his meal, giving the angel a beating. He didn't hesitate long though. Within a few seconds the rugaru was thrown off of him for Castiel had placed his foot against the monter's stomach, kicking it with all his strength to get him off. As the creature slid across the floor, the seraph looked towards the youngest Winchester, giving him one order: "Now!"

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS