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mekachu04there are runes and spigils branded into it skin, and sam picks the anceint cuffs holding its wrists and ankles in place. the're warded too, but prove to have nothing preventing human tampering.
"i think we can move it," dean says fianlly, "it looks like everything was to prevent it from moving itself"
They manevouse it off the metal table over smas shoulder in a fireman's carry, and with baated breath, wait to amke user nothing reacts to it. the only reaction the room gets is a warm glow, which leaves the basement lite up for the first time in a grey dim light. it shows of the mass complexity of the array that has been drawn and the enomity of the basement, view only blocked by the support pillars and their shwlfs of (jars)
Dean takes one last look around bevore proding Sam up the stairs, spotting him from behind until they've made their way up the narrow (stairs). He grabbed the journals from earlier, before holding the main door open. Casteil was standing next to the implala still, watching what as an empty field for him with alarm.
the moment sam walked out of the house itself, the creture jerked - a spasztic, uncordinated movemnt - and the building creaked and growned. like the only thing keeping it standing was the thing Sam quickly unshouldering, setting out on the overgrown walking path that might have once been a driveway.
the brands on it's skin hwere clearly burning, a distciced cooked smell int he air, and well as a burning smell from the hunter's safehouse.
"Dean? Sam?" castiel called formt eh car, his gaze sliding off them, clearly still blinded by the spell. but he clear knew something was up, and Dean watched in alarma s the angel took a step toward them.
"No! No cas, wait there!"
Casteil stopped liked he been slapped, head cocked askew int he way of his, "Dean?"
"We'll be there ina sec, jsut wait."
It appeaded Casteil could hear him, meaning removing the creature from the house had disrubded some part of the spell, and he figited next to the car, but remained outside the array's reach.
Sam's focus remained on the creature he'd been carrieng, his own face pinched as he opsereved the clear pain and distress playing out befor ehim. there'd been no real sign of life before, but it was hard to miss now, as it gasped and shuddered ont he weeds. it gave sam a chance to see more of teh mutilation the thing had undergone - if it had been attempting to mimic a human, it's teetha nd tounge had been removed, the clear signs it was suppose to have them on discplay as it made garbled cries and uncomprisnsable pleas.
It was... unfortualy very clear that he thing was begging, in th only wats it had left.
"pick it back up..." dean muttered, refusing to look at their of them on the ground, clinging to the jpurnals, "we need... lets get it out of the circle, and see... maybe cas can do something.... but.. we need to. try and leave."
/Try/
Sam reshouldered his burdoen, ignoring as best as he could the pained chest deep whines it made. the further formt he room sam wet, the more... alive the thing seeemd to be, but the more in pain it seemed to be too. Castiels words came back to him with a stone to his stomance. /this wasn't even done to lucifer/
an action worse to the punishment of the literal devil. was being removed from the basement allowing the thing to regain its sences again - or just to express them?
Dean crossed the line first, castiel at his side immediatly, looking past Sam, still unseeing, but face twisted in dread and worry. expressive in a way that only recently started to seep into his human vessel. "Where's Sam? what was in there? Dean?"
"Be there in a sec," sam assured him, castiel perking up as he peered into the void to find him as Dean opened the trunk, journals inside, and shuffling things around until he pulled a backup jacket out of the trunk. and the colt.
Sam didn't dwell on that as his bother tucked it in his belt, before playing the jacket ont he grass byt he car, a place for Sam to put the thing as he stepped across the array.
He nearly fell, the creature seizing and screaming as he crossed over, Dean lookign up in allarm as Casteil darting over to help Sam set the thing down on the jacket. it's voice was... wrong, no volumn behind it, a garbled wheezing sound, but that set Sam's teeth on edge and made his joints hurt. Casteil looked horrified, kneeing next to it, hands passing over the runes and cuts with no reaction. Finally, he put both hands on either side of its temples, forheads pressed together, and thre was a hum in the air, a elective crackle and sam backpeddled quickly as he became away that castiel was drawing his wings out. dean, hand still resting on the gun, watched in fear as the angel began to cry, whispering soft sounds in a laungage that didn't complete register on the human hearing range.
the creature one the ground quieted, though it's face was still pained, and castiel pulled off his trenchcoat to tuck it around it like a blanket.
"Cas?"
"I can't... i can't hear him, not really. I'm not sure he can hear me, but i think he understands we don't want to hurt him..."
/Him/ "Do you know.. him? Who he is? what he is?"
Casteil tucked the trnachcoat closer, and it was worring to see him so effected by soemthing. Was this becuase of his extened time with them, or was this becuase of ...
"I don't know who he is. Not yet. I .. I ..." Casteil took a breath, visiabley collecting himself, embracing the anglic solder he was. "I odn't know his Name, no. But I do know he's an angel. an.. a very old one, this isn't a vessel, it's a corperation. He's a lower sphere, a pricipality."
He turned from Sam to Dean, his words a testimant to how far he'd come. "Those hunters," hunters, not humans. blame being placed on individuals, not ont he whole realm, a destinction he couldn't of understood not so long ago, not before Dean, "captured and impreisioned.... a pricipality."
"i think we can move it," dean says fianlly, "it looks like everything was to prevent it from moving itself"
They manevouse it off the metal table over smas shoulder in a fireman's carry, and with baated breath, wait to amke user nothing reacts to it. the only reaction the room gets is a warm glow, which leaves the basement lite up for the first time in a grey dim light. it shows of the mass complexity of the array that has been drawn and the enomity of the basement, view only blocked by the support pillars and their shwlfs of (jars)
Dean takes one last look around bevore proding Sam up the stairs, spotting him from behind until they've made their way up the narrow (stairs). He grabbed the journals from earlier, before holding the main door open. Casteil was standing next to the implala still, watching what as an empty field for him with alarm.
the moment sam walked out of the house itself, the creture jerked - a spasztic, uncordinated movemnt - and the building creaked and growned. like the only thing keeping it standing was the thing Sam quickly unshouldering, setting out on the overgrown walking path that might have once been a driveway.
the brands on it's skin hwere clearly burning, a distciced cooked smell int he air, and well as a burning smell from the hunter's safehouse.
"Dean? Sam?" castiel called formt eh car, his gaze sliding off them, clearly still blinded by the spell. but he clear knew something was up, and Dean watched in alarma s the angel took a step toward them.
"No! No cas, wait there!"
Casteil stopped liked he been slapped, head cocked askew int he way of his, "Dean?"
"We'll be there ina sec, jsut wait."
It appeaded Casteil could hear him, meaning removing the creature from the house had disrubded some part of the spell, and he figited next to the car, but remained outside the array's reach.
Sam's focus remained on the creature he'd been carrieng, his own face pinched as he opsereved the clear pain and distress playing out befor ehim. there'd been no real sign of life before, but it was hard to miss now, as it gasped and shuddered ont he weeds. it gave sam a chance to see more of teh mutilation the thing had undergone - if it had been attempting to mimic a human, it's teetha nd tounge had been removed, the clear signs it was suppose to have them on discplay as it made garbled cries and uncomprisnsable pleas.
It was... unfortualy very clear that he thing was begging, in th only wats it had left.
"pick it back up..." dean muttered, refusing to look at their of them on the ground, clinging to the jpurnals, "we need... lets get it out of the circle, and see... maybe cas can do something.... but.. we need to. try and leave."
/Try/
Sam reshouldered his burdoen, ignoring as best as he could the pained chest deep whines it made. the further formt he room sam wet, the more... alive the thing seeemd to be, but the more in pain it seemed to be too. Castiels words came back to him with a stone to his stomance. /this wasn't even done to lucifer/
an action worse to the punishment of the literal devil. was being removed from the basement allowing the thing to regain its sences again - or just to express them?
Dean crossed the line first, castiel at his side immediatly, looking past Sam, still unseeing, but face twisted in dread and worry. expressive in a way that only recently started to seep into his human vessel. "Where's Sam? what was in there? Dean?"
"Be there in a sec," sam assured him, castiel perking up as he peered into the void to find him as Dean opened the trunk, journals inside, and shuffling things around until he pulled a backup jacket out of the trunk. and the colt.
Sam didn't dwell on that as his bother tucked it in his belt, before playing the jacket ont he grass byt he car, a place for Sam to put the thing as he stepped across the array.
He nearly fell, the creature seizing and screaming as he crossed over, Dean lookign up in allarm as Casteil darting over to help Sam set the thing down on the jacket. it's voice was... wrong, no volumn behind it, a garbled wheezing sound, but that set Sam's teeth on edge and made his joints hurt. Casteil looked horrified, kneeing next to it, hands passing over the runes and cuts with no reaction. Finally, he put both hands on either side of its temples, forheads pressed together, and thre was a hum in the air, a elective crackle and sam backpeddled quickly as he became away that castiel was drawing his wings out. dean, hand still resting on the gun, watched in fear as the angel began to cry, whispering soft sounds in a laungage that didn't complete register on the human hearing range.
the creature one the ground quieted, though it's face was still pained, and castiel pulled off his trenchcoat to tuck it around it like a blanket.
"Cas?"
"I can't... i can't hear him, not really. I'm not sure he can hear me, but i think he understands we don't want to hurt him..."
/Him/ "Do you know.. him? Who he is? what he is?"
Casteil tucked the trnachcoat closer, and it was worring to see him so effected by soemthing. Was this becuase of his extened time with them, or was this becuase of ...
"I don't know who he is. Not yet. I .. I ..." Casteil took a breath, visiabley collecting himself, embracing the anglic solder he was. "I odn't know his Name, no. But I do know he's an angel. an.. a very old one, this isn't a vessel, it's a corperation. He's a lower sphere, a pricipality."
He turned from Sam to Dean, his words a testimant to how far he'd come. "Those hunters," hunters, not humans. blame being placed on individuals, not ont he whole realm, a destinction he couldn't of understood not so long ago, not before Dean, "captured and impreisioned.... a pricipality."
