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Castiel is worried the amount of trust they are placing on a demon, but there is also a chance to communicate wit hteir captive angel, and, with gret hessitance, he votes it's worth the risk.
They also take corlwey's warnings about the other sences seriously, and want the captive's opinion on them first.
sam also points out, that there is a really ood chance that thetouch binding might be benifical. sure, castiel - and presumable craolwy - can touch the angel, castiel also comments, that it doesn't feel like he is. he can sence from jimmy's body that there is weight in his arms, but his angelic sences have no idea of it. and... it might mean that the angel in question can't feel the pain that's been inflicted upon him.
Castiel is unable to mircle the angel's body into better health, leaving him brusied and broken; shrivels and starbved. they don't dare trie to feed him any broth in this state, uncertian if it would even help. But if he can hear them, if they can talk to him, maybe they can find out more, how to help.
find if they should help - is this angel a friend or foe. will it look past what been done to it by human hands, or has the abuse gone on too long.
they bread the second binding with held breaths. castiel stands between the humans and the angel, and cusiosly asks if the angel can hear them.
at first - for a long while, there is nothing. Castiel tried agiain and again, worried they've done it wrong, or been tricked by the demon - and it's not until he has turned to converse in low tones with the brothers that the first sign is given.
they've wrapped the insitions along the angels body as best as they could, dressed him in overly large sleep clothes complimanets of Sam and tucked him in blankets - even if he can't feel it, it's important to some human part of them to treat him better than he was found. his face is wrapped in gaze, over his vessels eyes, and over the slashes on forhead and cheeks, but he has turned slightly, head tilted on the pillow.
Sam seems it first, pushing bast his brother and their own agel, and goes to hover respecfully over their guest. "Hello? Can.. Can you understand me?"
the angels' throat works, he's aware for the first time in at least a decade, and he opens his mouth, a dry "i.. think so" whispering out.
he seems confused by his own voice, and sam motions to dean to get a glass of water, before turning back, "My name's Sam. We're here to help you. Can you hear me alrght?"
the angel makes a motion like it means to nod, but isn't sure if it had or not, "why can't i move?"
"You can," sam assures him, "but there's.. there's a binding on you. we're working on breaking it, but it might make it so you can't feel anyhting for a while. .. I.. I'm sorry."
"oh." it's quiet for a moment, "you know what i m then?"
"We're hoping you are an angel," Casteil says quietly, causing the angel's head to jerk to try and pinpoint where he is. "But, we will still help free you, even if you're not."
"Do you think me fallen then?"
"I odn't know, though you could be something else all together" castiel said honestly, suprising both the brothers since that thought hadn't been shared witht hem. Dean handed the water to sam, looking at their prisoner warily.
"I've got some water here," sam interjecked, "i fyou would like. I can sit you up, if you would like."
"That would be lovely, dear boy. thank you" te angels voice was kind but tired, and sam easily moved him into sitting up. the angel made no notion it had noticed. it remained th same even as Sam pressed the glass to him lips. The no touch ran deeper than they'd realised.
"The glass is at you mouth," casteil helped, "are you ready?"
"oh!" the angel cmmented, seeming surpised. soe of the water spilt over Sam's hand, "yes, thank you."
Sam carefuly tilted the glass, letitng the water trickle in it mouth. that's when hte were all remined taste worked, becuase the angel made a nearly obseence maon that turned Dean face bright red, and the oldest human had to escuse himself.
Sam only let a little in at a time, the angel running on tast to when the liquid was being shared, and once the glass had run empty, he spoke again. "I think we should let htat settle first, and make sure you're body can handel it."
the angel smiled, and it was heartbreaking on such a battered face, becuase it was so sincer, "Thank you dear, Sam, was it?"
"Yeah. Sam. My brother, Dean, is here to, but he jsut stepped out. and uh..." he looked to Casteil, wondering if it was safe to reveal that yet.
"I'm Jimmy," the pther angel decided on, "Sam and Dean are my friends."
"sam, and Dean, And jimmy," the angel repeated. "It's lovely to meet you."
the worst part was, the angel said it lieke he ment it.
"As it seemed you've already dicovered, I am an angel of the Lord. My name is Azirpale."
They also take corlwey's warnings about the other sences seriously, and want the captive's opinion on them first.
sam also points out, that there is a really ood chance that thetouch binding might be benifical. sure, castiel - and presumable craolwy - can touch the angel, castiel also comments, that it doesn't feel like he is. he can sence from jimmy's body that there is weight in his arms, but his angelic sences have no idea of it. and... it might mean that the angel in question can't feel the pain that's been inflicted upon him.
Castiel is unable to mircle the angel's body into better health, leaving him brusied and broken; shrivels and starbved. they don't dare trie to feed him any broth in this state, uncertian if it would even help. But if he can hear them, if they can talk to him, maybe they can find out more, how to help.
find if they should help - is this angel a friend or foe. will it look past what been done to it by human hands, or has the abuse gone on too long.
they bread the second binding with held breaths. castiel stands between the humans and the angel, and cusiosly asks if the angel can hear them.
at first - for a long while, there is nothing. Castiel tried agiain and again, worried they've done it wrong, or been tricked by the demon - and it's not until he has turned to converse in low tones with the brothers that the first sign is given.
they've wrapped the insitions along the angels body as best as they could, dressed him in overly large sleep clothes complimanets of Sam and tucked him in blankets - even if he can't feel it, it's important to some human part of them to treat him better than he was found. his face is wrapped in gaze, over his vessels eyes, and over the slashes on forhead and cheeks, but he has turned slightly, head tilted on the pillow.
Sam seems it first, pushing bast his brother and their own agel, and goes to hover respecfully over their guest. "Hello? Can.. Can you understand me?"
the angels' throat works, he's aware for the first time in at least a decade, and he opens his mouth, a dry "i.. think so" whispering out.
he seems confused by his own voice, and sam motions to dean to get a glass of water, before turning back, "My name's Sam. We're here to help you. Can you hear me alrght?"
the angel makes a motion like it means to nod, but isn't sure if it had or not, "why can't i move?"
"You can," sam assures him, "but there's.. there's a binding on you. we're working on breaking it, but it might make it so you can't feel anyhting for a while. .. I.. I'm sorry."
"oh." it's quiet for a moment, "you know what i m then?"
"We're hoping you are an angel," Casteil says quietly, causing the angel's head to jerk to try and pinpoint where he is. "But, we will still help free you, even if you're not."
"Do you think me fallen then?"
"I odn't know, though you could be something else all together" castiel said honestly, suprising both the brothers since that thought hadn't been shared witht hem. Dean handed the water to sam, looking at their prisoner warily.
"I've got some water here," sam interjecked, "i fyou would like. I can sit you up, if you would like."
"That would be lovely, dear boy. thank you" te angels voice was kind but tired, and sam easily moved him into sitting up. the angel made no notion it had noticed. it remained th same even as Sam pressed the glass to him lips. The no touch ran deeper than they'd realised.
"The glass is at you mouth," casteil helped, "are you ready?"
"oh!" the angel cmmented, seeming surpised. soe of the water spilt over Sam's hand, "yes, thank you."
Sam carefuly tilted the glass, letitng the water trickle in it mouth. that's when hte were all remined taste worked, becuase the angel made a nearly obseence maon that turned Dean face bright red, and the oldest human had to escuse himself.
Sam only let a little in at a time, the angel running on tast to when the liquid was being shared, and once the glass had run empty, he spoke again. "I think we should let htat settle first, and make sure you're body can handel it."
the angel smiled, and it was heartbreaking on such a battered face, becuase it was so sincer, "Thank you dear, Sam, was it?"
"Yeah. Sam. My brother, Dean, is here to, but he jsut stepped out. and uh..." he looked to Casteil, wondering if it was safe to reveal that yet.
"I'm Jimmy," the pther angel decided on, "Sam and Dean are my friends."
"sam, and Dean, And jimmy," the angel repeated. "It's lovely to meet you."
the worst part was, the angel said it lieke he ment it.
"As it seemed you've already dicovered, I am an angel of the Lord. My name is Azirpale."
