Apollo stood in front of the church for the longest time. For Zeus, those angel statues those Christ statues; it was like an insult right there in the middle of the city. He glanced to both ways of the street the way you do when you are looking for a car running at you in the street before hesitantly walking in. Gradually stepping inside, then stopped in front a crucifixion’ paint. The image was a gross exaggeration like most of them were. Certainly, he had seen his share of crucifixions, such a nasty Roman habit.
If any dude the had ever a halo on his head or light from the sky singling them out or a bunch of angels flying around they would have gotten scared and carried him down, followed by the longest apology ever and people bowing down to the floor for him. Of course, that dude would never do anything like that. He had some respect for that. He actually went and died. Then a bunch of morons used that to kill and hunt other people. Class A act of Christianity. Apollo had no problem with pacific Christians but, the evil ones he did. If one of those winged beast could see him there a Pagan God standing inside a Christian church he was sure they would attack him.
After all that’s all they know to do. Follow orders and kill-kill-kill. He turned around and prepared to leave. The place was making him feel sick.
Castiel had been out, lurking about mostly waiting from either orders from Heaven or to see if he could hear from Sam or Dean. Either way, he was on his own for now and since everything was quiet, he decided to just reflect on how everything was the past few months. Still, Castiel knew that he caused lots of trouble, in here and in Heaven. He didn’t know why he was back really. After just getting out of Purgatory, Cas was a bit confused about thing. First off, why was he out. How was he out was his main cause for question. Casitel didn’t understand any reason for him to be out. He was doing penance there… for what he did in Heaven. It was his new home. He deserved to be there.
He couldn’t really help Dean like he wanted, because… well he was there and most of the creatures were after him. Castiel remembered a lot of them specifically looking for him. With a sigh, Castiel thought about everything he had done in Heaven and had regretted it. He was trying to help, yes, but….this whole thing with Heaven, Hell, everything…. he messed things up more then he did any helping.
Castiel continued to walk and he found himself near a church. He looked at it and sighed. He felt like he didn’t even have the right to walk into it or anything. He stared for a moment and then decided to go in. He needed to find out answers even if it meant praying for them.
He started to walk into the church but thats when he sensed it. Something else was there. His powers were a bit weak after just being out of Purgatory but he could still sense things. He saw Apollo leaving and he looked at him, “Can I help you?” Castiel asked curiously to see if Apollo would say anything. He didn’t know who this man was but there was something about him….
(Just so you know i'm going out of town on the 14th and will not have internet where i'm going)
Well leave it to Apollo luck’s or dreaded fate to step out of a church and run into an Angel of the Lord. The vibe of the winged being was weak because Apollo had lost most of his powers, yet he could still make up what it was. For Ares! If this one was here to smite him he was utterly defenseless. Apollo stopped in his tracks as the Angel turned at him. He was ready to try to fight it bare handed if it came to that. However, the angel asked him a simple question. And Apollo was surprised of the question. He looked sweeping the angel with his eyes from feet to face. The Angel was wearing a trench coat and his facial expression would lead to believe that to assist him was in fact his intent.
Apollo's facial expression was unreadable mostly because ha had no idea how to react. Apollo tilted his head to the side, raising one hand to his chin in quiet reflection about it for a while, it was a rare occasion to be able to speak to one of those winged beasts, even more so to find one so amicable and handsome. Apollo held his hand forward holding his palm into the air and replied: “If you could share some coffee with me, which would be great. I’d like to ask you a few questions. Of course, only if you desire so…” He moved closer to the angel having the impression that this one might accept his offer and placed an arm around his shoulders even before he had heard the angel's reply.
He knew angels had a tendency to ignore or be confused with social cues so maybe this one would thing a strange man being so friendly was a normal thing. “My name is Apollo. Can I ask for yours?” - He said as he had started to walk with the angel, oh if one of the Olympians could see him! He was there with an angel nonetheless. @castiel
Castiel was curious by this creature that was speaking to him. Sure, he’s heard of the Gods of course, but he never really knew any or even met any outside of Gabriel who had pretended to be Loki for some time. “Coffee? With me? I am surprised you would be interested…” Castiel said honestly. “Most people who know what I did and who I am well… “ he shrugged. “They certainly do not wish to have coffee,” he said honestly. “However, yes, I will have coffee with you…” he said.
Castiel was a bit curious. He nodded towards Apollo when he said his name. “My name is Castiel,” he said quietly wondering if Apollo had actually heard of him.
He wasn’t sure about having ‘coffee’ with a God but….even so, he was summoned which was nice. Castiel had no problem with coffee anyway. He shrugged not knowing what to really speak about with this guy. Who’s name was Apollo apparently.
“What other questions did you have of me? Most who have heard of me….well….they do not want anything to do with me because of what I had done,” he said honestly. He didn’t want to go into the whole Heaven thing but still… with a sigh he nodded towards Apollo. “Even so, I will be happy to explain some things if its needed…” he said.
(Sorry moving is just making me slower then usual. I promise to pick up soon)
“The only other people who would know who you are or what you did.” - He laughed. “You mean the other ANGELS.” - He waved his hand dismissively with a gesture as if that was unimportant to him and it really was, he wasn’t going to meddle in angel’s business. Quite frankly for the most part his kind tried to edge away from them. Mainly because of that close-minded tendency of most angels to go on and try to smite him on the spot. He could tell this one and his clueless face was different. For starters, the angel talked to him instead of lunging for an attack. Secondly, he had this uncannily apologetical attitude about himself. Almost like he had something he regretted deeply, well he said he did something. He probably did.
“Castiel?” - His face jerked towards the angel with raised eyebrows. “Nice name. Nice to meet you, Castiel” - He simply commented. Castiel spoke again, and Apollo curiosity about this angel only increased with his every word. Unable to hold back he finally asked: “What is it? What could you have possibly have done that would be so bad that everyone avoids you? You angels are all not exactly known for regretting ruthlessness.” - He looked at the place that came into view. He pointed at a small coffee place on the other side of the street. “We are going there.”
They crossed the street and Apollo courtly opened the door for Castiel to come in first.
Castiel nodded, “Yes, I mean the other angels. Who else would I mean?” he asked with a shrug. Casitel sighed a bit and he wondered if Apollo heard about what he had done. Of course…. Castiel figured since Apollo was not part of the Heavenly realm, then it was quite possible he didn’t. Then again, Castiel realized that Apollo didn’t know what he had done so that relieved Cas. He sighed, “You do not like angels much, do you?” he asked. Either he didn’t like them, or he didn’t care. One way or another Castiel knew that Apollo was curious about him, not the others. Castiel shrugged.
“Its nice to meet you too Apollo,” Casitel said smiling a little. “What could I have possibly done?” he asked quietly. “Oh…there are….a number of things I could have done…” he said with a sigh. “All starting with trapping Lucifer in the Pit with Michael…stopping the Apocalypse…letting the Leviathans out….” He sighed.
He knew everything he done was all under good intentions, but he blamed himself for what was happening in the world now. He shook his head miserably. All he knew was, he just wanted things to be over, and Dean and Sam and his other friends to live a happy….normal life, but he knew that would never happen. “Tell me…have you ever fought a Leviathan before?” he asked.
When Apollo ordered him to come with him Castiel just nodded, “Very well,” he said. “So…. what is your interest in me then?” he asked curiously.
(Sorry...again the move has had me busy lol)
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Apollo walked Castiel inside the coffee place. He led the angel to a small table with two chairs and a good view of the people passing through the street. Apollo nodded as he sat in the chair looking seriously into Castiel’s eyes. “First, most of my encounters with your kind have been…” - He paused trying to think of the right word for it - “Quite unpleasant.” - He said with some bitterness. Most of the angels had this adamant negative view of his kind and more than one had tried to kill him in the past. “Therefore; the answer to your question is that I most definitely dislike angels.” - he crossed his leg and lift his hand resting his chin into the back of his hand.
“As to what you tell me you have done I’d have to admit I had not heard about it. I have some knowledge of Lucifer’s and Michael’s existence nonetheless, to be honest unlike the other Gods. I have nor ever had the intention of crossing paths with either one of them and unquestionably stay away from any issue involving either one of them. For all I care, you did the world a favor by leaving both of them in the pit. And I do like the world as it is; stopping the apocalypse is not something I would consider ‘bad’ in the very slightest.” - He sighed before continuing.
“I have… they are nasty creatures. I never though I would be able to see one in the flesh. I had heard of them, from some of the older Gods but, from hearing the stories to meeting the monsters in the flesh. There is a huge gap. I’d admit I was unprepared.” - He nodded moving his eyes away from the sight of Castiel’s face and into the street his face contorting a little bit in annoyance. “If you had a hand in bringing them back. I do understand why you would feel you have done an unforgivable wrong.” - He narrowed his eyes a little but, then his face softened again to speak. “Nevertheless, they are gone now too. Or they seem to be.”- he slowly closed and opened his eyes glancing at Castiel once again.
“To be perfectly frank, most angels would have drawn their blades at my sight. Yet, you greeted me civilly.” - he raised an eyebrow. “Am I correct to assume you are very different from most angels?” - The waiter came and Apollo ordered two cups of caramel macchiato and two pieces of cheesecake. When the waiter took the order and left he turned his attention back to Castiel. “You will like what I have ordered for us. From my understanding of angels, you are not too familiar with human food so I ordered for you too.”