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Post by ༺ Kendall ༻ on Nov 9, 2016 3:49:45 GMT
Abruptly with a flash of blinding white light, and the cue of ruffling feathers, Castiel would appear in in the bunker's massive space, a pained grunt following his manifestation. He landed a small ways in front of the building's kitchen with an earsplitting clang, bound to immediately alert the boys of his presence. He required their attention immediately, although he was always too self sacrificing to alert them of such things. The viscous liquid stuck to the seraph's clothing with an exemplary fervor, painting his shirt a blushing shade of crimson as he lied cringing in pain on the bunker floor, thick and hot blood gradually seeping into the panels of wood surrounding his built form.He knew that Dean would most definitely be making a fuss about that shortly.
Other than that though, there were quite a few other attributes of himself in dissaray as well. Most readily apparent would be the fellow's tattered shirt, it's normally pristine, (albeit crumpled) state now ripped in various places, shadowed by deep gouges visibly afflicted by that of an angel blade. The blood from his abdominal wounds had already seeped into a select few places of his trenchcoat as well, of which haphazardly clung to his toned form, hanging off at an angle as Castiel's ragged breaths shook it with an intense fervor. He had been ambushed by a league of what had been Raphael's supporters before he had been dealt with, but that detail could cease to be told.
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Post by Pebble on Nov 9, 2016 4:19:16 GMT
Alula & Coca To the young girl, the feathers were a normal thing. The hybrid often used them and she had grown used to it. However, her heightened senses from living on the streets picked up something different. A scent she was all too familiar with. The smell of wounds, not blood but, wounds. Rotting flesh, almost. As if something had died. This put the sleep deprived girl on high alert and she went to investigate the sudden sound. Surely her father would beat her too it... yet she wasn't sure. Forgetting all about Lucifer, she scooped her pet up, stuck him on her shoulder, and ran down the hallway. Yeah, she was tired. But adrenaline was pumping through her blood, clawing at the walls if her veins as excitement clicked at her feet. She stumbled a little but, Dean lime reflexes brought her back up to her full height. The 5"4, on all of glory, skidded too a stop near the kitchen, eyes widening at the sight of somebody bleeding. How did he get here? Why? She didn't know what to do, the poor child. She was confused. Was this Lucifer's trick? Or was it real? "DAD!" She would screech. Surely he would know what to do? Yeah. Yeah! He was Dean Winchester! Pebble & Kishan The sound of somebody arriving and the presence of an angel alerted the hybrid quite a bit. She was the only true angelic creature in the area and she wasn't even that angelic. That's what confused her. It wasn't powerful enough to be a sibling or archangel. Just a regular angel? She didn't know and she had her archangel blade ready. A flap of tan wings tipped in maroon and she had teleported to the source. Oh. The Dean kid was here. And somebody else. Her breath hitched in her throat as she identified him, tightening her grip on her blade. He would want to kill her and, despite being quite invincible, it scared her. However, she refused to let it show. Instead, her lips curled into that of a smile her father wore, a thing she had gained from him. "Why, howdy." Fawnpelt Ice cold green luminaries would shoot open as the searing pain entered her body, navigating it's way through her body. Her heart started racing against the clock as her blood roared, clawing at the walls of her veins. A set of hackles on tan fur would rise, adrenaline pumping through her body now. A parting of the lips revealed pearly white ivories as the appearance of somebody she hadn't seen in forever was noticed. Muscles clenched, a canine of sorts emerged from her 'den', the bed scraping her back. The beast was unleashed now.
Popping bones would alert anybody of the familiar shifting as she skidded out the door of her room, smoothing her shoulder blade length blonde hair. She was ignoring the pain, her tolerance to it unbelievable. It wasn't real, she knew. Just Castiel. Navigating the hallways, the blonde arrived to a scene, Alula already there. The hybrid too. And, bleeding on the ground the son of a birch himself. Nudging Alula away, the female dropped to his side, jeans soaking the scarlet artwork up quick. Yet she, didn't seem to mind. Instead, her green eyes scanned over the wounds. The worst, she already had her hands over, applying pressure to the lethal wound. "Welcome home." She hissed.
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Post by Timur on Nov 10, 2016 1:22:09 GMT
Benedict/font] Ok a clang. You didn't hear that very often. He just assumed Alu bumped into something big again, but she would be ok and he was sure. It was when she called out for Dean that for Benny worried and on his feet. The younger male was closer than the winchesters were, so he got there first. And he'd regret it. He saw Pebble and Alula and Fawn, and- Cas? His former mentor was bloody to say the least. His clothes were tattered and torn and there was blood everywhere. And was he cringing? Oh god that couldn't be good. The sight was a bit to much for Benedict. His eyes widened and his breathing suddenly grew much heavier, quickening too. His pulse immediately increased, a natural response. To much blood on the ground, to bad of a state that Cas was in after not seeing him for so long. So what did he do? Well he passed out. The 11 year old boy's legs would buckle underneath him, and he too hit the floor with a small thud but for a much different reason. His eyes would still be open as they always were, his breathing and pulse would even out. He would wake up again soon as he always did, but for now he could be safely considered MIA. Dean Winchester And indeed it did. As the loud clang reached the hunter's ears, he would instantly be alerted of a new presence. Who it was Dean wasn't sure, but it was someone. He was on his feet in a flash, his reflexes becoming better than usual due to the children around- one of them being his. He didn't want any of them hurt, and if they were hurt because he didn't get there fast enough he'd never forgive himself. He forced himself to run faster when Alu called for him. Soon enough Dean arrived on the scene, at pretty much the same time his sibling came. And he came to see Cas a ratted, bleeding mess on the floor, Alu just kinda standing there, Pebble having a tight grip on her blade, Fawnpelt applying pressure to some of Cas's wounds, and Benny passed out on the floor. Pebble was lucky the blade didn't have any blood on it, or else he would of accused her of hurting Cas. But the first thing he did was rush over to Cas's side as well, saying "Cas?" in a manner that was a mix between a question and an exclamation. "Cas what happened to you?" the eldest Winchester asked when he got to the Angel. Cas had quite a reputation at this point, it was surprising to see that someone would even attempt such a thing against him. Well they'd need a first aid kit wouldn't they? He couldn't exactly heal himself and it's not like they had anyone else there to heal him. Well there was pebble but according to her she didn't quite have those powers under control yet. "Somebody go get the first aid kit!" Dean called out just before he to would drop down so he could help apply pressure. That also meant he too got some of the angel's blood on him, but it really wasn't a big deal and he didn't mind. These were probably inflicted with an angel blade so Cas would be in a lot of pain right now. He was tempted to drag him over to the couch or someplace more comfortable, but with these wounds it was probably safest to leave him where he was. No need to risk Cas's life anymore than they had to. Where he had been would be asked after they got him all patched up, but it would certainly be asked. Sam & Madison Clang. Dad! Footsteps. What now? Sam quickly closed his laptop and followed where he heard the first two sounds coming from with Madison this time by his side, heading to the entrance of the kitchen. And there the two saw the scene that was unfolding before them. Bloody angel. Many other people there. Fawnpelt already applying pressure and Dean saying something, Pebble looking worried and Benny passed out on the floor. My oh my what did he miss? Madison instantly became worried, not used to such scenes of blood and confused as to what was going on as compared to Sam who made perfect sense of the scene. More worried than Sam. Who was this? Why was he all bloody? Was he going to die? He should be dead already by the look of that blood loss! Of course, the girl didn't know about the existence of actual angels yet, so she assumed it to be a human. How did he even get there? "Sam? What's going on? Who's this?" she asked, but a little to late. The male had already sprung into action, going to scoop up Benny and was quickly(but temporarily) leaving the scene to put Benny where they always did when he passed out- back in his bedroom. Madison was left to stand there, very confused as a whirlwind of action went on. First aid kit? She didn't know where that was. Was she supposed to help? "Uh." she said, nervously brushing back a strand of hair behind her ear, unsure of what to do next other than stand there. Who even was this guy?
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Post by ༺ Kendall ༻ on Nov 10, 2016 2:56:09 GMT
The agony of Castiel's vessel fiercely connecting with bunker's wood paneling floor would soon be doubled with the entering of so many humans at once, two more recognizable springing forward to his aid. As bloody as he was, the seraph didn't think it peculiar for his apprentice to fall unconscious, yet the feat disheartened him, as he felt that he was at fault for the act. At a breakneck speed though, the thought would be abandoned as both Fawn and Dean simultaneously applied pressure to his wounds. With their unmerciful movements, white would rim the edges of Castiel's vision, as he all but attempted not to wince. The pain was immense, causing him to grit his teeth as well as clench striking cobalt optics shut as the heat licked up his torso with its fiery tongue.
For a brief moment, Castiel would then allow his pained gaze to sweep over the small group of what appeared to be presumably Dean's companions, one of whom was most definitely a bastard angel by the feel of her aura. She did not appear to be inherently murderous though. Disregarding the rest of the human's Castiel would then be ripped from his thoughts by the demands of Dean-always so self entitled the boy was.
Dizzy with pain, he would attempt to somewhat coherently answer.
"Enemy seraph's." he choked out, a surprise clot of blood dislodging itself with the words. It fell upon his sullied shirt, of which was now practically a piece of fabric doing more harm than good. It's tattered edges snuck their way's into the deep gouges of which marked the angel's normally unscathed skin, corrupting it with the kiss of ravaging blades. "Raphael's descendants." With these words, cerulean luminaries would connect with those of a more emerald hue, both ends clearly wary, yet one more demanding as he never ceased to be. In a single movement, the cloaked seraph would then lie a hand over Dean's, although the touch remained frail other than determined. With this connection, Castiel would fall unconscious, going limp under Fawn and Dean's grasps. All was not well in the Winchester household.
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Post by Pebble on Nov 10, 2016 3:43:32 GMT
Fawn Hands stained in a thick liquid, Fawn's own gritting could be barely heard as she too felt the pain he was. It was almost enough to bring salty tears too her eyes, she could feel the familiar burning. Yet, she wouldn't let them fall. Only helplessly watched as her best friend fell unconscious underneath her grasp. Raphael? Who the hell was he? Her mind couldn't help but question this before returning to the matter at hand. First aid kit. Yeah. She turned her green visionaries to the others, silently begging for help. Pebble & Kishan Ah. So her 'relative' had fallen victim to sleep. She couldn't blame him. He was kinda bleeding on the floor and all. She tucked her archangel blade back up her sleeve. Alula & CocaSuddenly her boyfriend was passed out on the floor. Wonderful. She turned her attention away from the stranger, seeing as she had no business here, and instead to Benedict. She nudged him in the rib with her foot before hearing her father's words. "On it." She muttered, voice croaking a but as she steppes over Benedict and too the bathroom. She didn't really care any more. It was probably another asshole sent to bother them. Yet, her father knew him. Actually, everybody but her and Madison seemed to know him. Alula swallowed roughly as Coca brought her the kit. She picked it up and allowed her coffee smelling cat like creature onto her shoulder befreo rushing back.
"Here." She said, handing her father the kit.
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Post by ༺ Kendall ༻ on Nov 18, 2016 3:44:03 GMT
*sobs*
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Post by Timur on Nov 28, 2016 5:49:18 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam successfully set Benny back in his bedroom and would hurry back to the scene, finding that things had changed a bit. Madison was still standing there but Dean now had the first aid kit and Pebble put the blade away. "What can I do?" Sam asked, hating not doing anything while a close friend bled out on the floor. Dean Winchester Fawnpelt beside him would be in obvious pain or discomfort, but Dean would be more focused on Cas right now. He would speak, choking up some blood. That wasn't good. Enemy seraphs? Raphael's descendants? Did Teenage mutant ninja angel have kids too? The questions would float in his mind, but for Cas's sake he wouldn't ask them just yet. Their eyes made contact, and then before he knew it, the beaten angel's hand would lay on his, and Cas passed out. Was it just a coincidence that Cas had put his hand on his? Maybe he had been trying to push his hand away but fell unconscious first. Maybe he had been trying to move his hand to a different wound. However the contact would cause Dean to freeze and stiffen up for a moment, the seemingly impossible what if dominating his thoughts for a moment. What if he had just wanted to put his hand on his own? But this thought was soon brushed away, no that was impossible. There was no reason Cas would be just putting his hand on his. After this thought was expelled Dean was spurred into action again, now set on helping the angel in front of him. "C'mon Cas don't leave me now, not now Cas." Dean said, a fresh wave of determination crashing over him. Ok first things first, his shirt was way to torn to be of any use and would only cause more pain as the tattered, torn edges sunk into the wounds. So they had to take it off, along with his trench coat as that would also get in the way. "Move your hands, we have to take his shirt off." Dean said, talking to Fawn. Hopefully she understood why and he didn't have to go into detail. As soon as she complied he got to work, knowing that every moment was precious. This would expose the wounds to the open air, but the blood flow would help combat the pain from the air. It wasn't the blood loss that would effect the seraphim, it would be the need to heal and fast, which couldn't happen if they didn't patch him up. If Cas didn't get the needed time to heal things would only go downhill from there. Dean had hardly noticed Alu's leave, but noticed it when she came back and said "here", holding out the first aid kit. "Thank you." he told his daughter. He didn't really want her to see all the blood and gore but it was a little to late for that, so she would then be free to do whatever as he focused again on Cas. They couldn't really do anything to patch him up on the near-kitchen floor could they? "Let's bring him to the couch, it'll be easier to patch him up there." Dean said, looking over to fawn to see what she had to say. He could carry the angel on his own, but it seemed right to get her opinion first even if he did say it as a statement. She was close to Cas as well, how close he wouldn't know but she was close.
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Post by Pebble on Nov 28, 2016 6:18:23 GMT
Fawn would of course obey, removing her hands from Castiel. She didn't want to delay his healing time, especially since it was hurting her. Sure, the pain had ebbed away to a very painful throb but, it wasn't bothering her as bad as it once had. That's what being bonded was like... she wasn't even sure why she was still bonded to him. Or... how for that matter. Fawn would wait for when she was needed but, for now she would be holding her breath for the most part. The stench of blood was quite overwhelming. It didn't trigger her any more, that was good but, she just couldn't help but see bloodied paws instead of hands. She shook her head lightly before listening to Dean's words again. "It should be." She agreed, taking the first aid kit from the younger girl behind them.
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