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mekachu04"Its nice to meet you Azirpahle." Sam said, "are yo.. Uh.. Are you comfortable?"
the angel cocked his head, a eriily familour way casteil did, "To be honest - I have no idea. I don’t… feel.. Anything. I suppost I haven't for a while." his voice was sounding straonger however, and wiether he knew it or not, he was beginging to worry at his hands, "I...i...it has been a while.. hasn't it?"
Sam wasn't sure he'd ever have believed it if someone wonce told him he'd bear whitness to a studdering angel. "We think so, yeah. Where we... where we found you, looked like it had been abandoned for a while. at least on a human time scale," he tried to chuckle. Azirpahle mirror the uneasy laugh.
Did he know how extrapssive his face was - eevn jsut the lower half? "I.. i almost dont dare ask what year it is..."
He crumpled when sam told him, biting his lip. "Dont," casteil murmered, reaching past sam to thumb the lip free as it bled slightly. it was a stratling gesure from him; in fact his whole face had taken a soft edge to it, "until we can restore your feeling back, you must be careful not to damage your vessel any further." Azirpahle turned to listen to him intently. "When was the last year you where aware of?"
"before i was.... locked awy," he seemed to ponder the right word for a moent, "I know i had been captive for some time. at least a year, but i suspect more. likely three or five. i was able to undo most of the bindings they tried given time. i think... so that must of benn..."he sighed, straigntenng up. "I know i was taken in late '91. so.. at least '95 i would guess. after that.. jsut.. nothing until today."
"thats...."
"A life time, for many unfortuanyl humans," azirpahle finished, "I was also in england when i was innitially summoned, but my domain is so far away now, i feel an ocean betwwrn us. that and the accents, i assume im in the america's now? my captors never felt up to answering questions...."
"yeah, middle of the united states idwest, at the moment." sam answered, as castiel's face took ona contimpleive look. their angel wandered away, dean torn betwwen staying with sam, or following. his brother made the choice for him, gestuing with his head for Dean to go.
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"Cas? You okay dude" dean questioned, casteil looking ntently at his hand.
"i could not feel him, " cateil murmered, "There is a sensation though, from Jimmy's vessel when we touched."
"Blocked from all manner of the supernatual, yea."
"He didn't respond to my touch either though."
Dean sat on the counter, trying to follow Castiel's train of thought.
"His vessel should have been able to sence something - even if his angic self could not, the human should have stopped him befor ehe hurt himelf."
"What i wanna know, is why was he in a vessel back in the 90's? i know y'all keep comeing down to fuck with my family, but otherwise, aren't anges in essels kinda a new thing, on the grand scale? what was he doing down here?"
Castiel hook his head; Sam wandered into the kitcehn a moment later, nodded to them, but othersise just started rummaging though their supplies.
"I know that name.." casteil admitted finally, "but.... i cna't recall why."
Sam stopped - was that a box of tea in his hand? - and both brothers looked at him curously.
"There's something realy important about the Angel Azirpahle, and... and i'm drawing a compelte blank."
Normally, dean would be congradulaing him on sucessgully using earth terms, but this was enoguh od a confession to stop them both in their trakes.
"Is this a good or bad thing?
"i... i owuld have once said that this would have him dangerous - if Heaven's scrubbed him fromt he records, earased him fromt he collective memory - but on the otherside, if Heaven's going that far to pretend he never existed."
"He could be an ally" sam breathed out.
Dean couldn't tkae it anymore - "Are you making tea?"
Sam looked quilty. "he mentioned he was last in England."
"So you're making him /tea/?"
"It's English breakfast. I can't imagine it's changed much in 20-30 years. and since he can tatse things, it might be nice to have something.... familour..."
Dean looked exasterated, and Casteil lookedlike he wasnted to remind Sam that angels don't eat or drink things.... but the boy (and with te hopeful face, he really did look as young as he was [in the grand scheme of things]) looked so much like he wanted to help, that casteil just knodded. "I think he would like that. Just becareful, sicne he can't guage tempatures, that he doesn't burn the vessel by mistake."
the angel cocked his head, a eriily familour way casteil did, "To be honest - I have no idea. I don’t… feel.. Anything. I suppost I haven't for a while." his voice was sounding straonger however, and wiether he knew it or not, he was beginging to worry at his hands, "I...i...it has been a while.. hasn't it?"
Sam wasn't sure he'd ever have believed it if someone wonce told him he'd bear whitness to a studdering angel. "We think so, yeah. Where we... where we found you, looked like it had been abandoned for a while. at least on a human time scale," he tried to chuckle. Azirpahle mirror the uneasy laugh.
Did he know how extrapssive his face was - eevn jsut the lower half? "I.. i almost dont dare ask what year it is..."
He crumpled when sam told him, biting his lip. "Dont," casteil murmered, reaching past sam to thumb the lip free as it bled slightly. it was a stratling gesure from him; in fact his whole face had taken a soft edge to it, "until we can restore your feeling back, you must be careful not to damage your vessel any further." Azirpahle turned to listen to him intently. "When was the last year you where aware of?"
"before i was.... locked awy," he seemed to ponder the right word for a moent, "I know i had been captive for some time. at least a year, but i suspect more. likely three or five. i was able to undo most of the bindings they tried given time. i think... so that must of benn..."he sighed, straigntenng up. "I know i was taken in late '91. so.. at least '95 i would guess. after that.. jsut.. nothing until today."
"thats...."
"A life time, for many unfortuanyl humans," azirpahle finished, "I was also in england when i was innitially summoned, but my domain is so far away now, i feel an ocean betwwrn us. that and the accents, i assume im in the america's now? my captors never felt up to answering questions...."
"yeah, middle of the united states idwest, at the moment." sam answered, as castiel's face took ona contimpleive look. their angel wandered away, dean torn betwwen staying with sam, or following. his brother made the choice for him, gestuing with his head for Dean to go.
--
"Cas? You okay dude" dean questioned, casteil looking ntently at his hand.
"i could not feel him, " cateil murmered, "There is a sensation though, from Jimmy's vessel when we touched."
"Blocked from all manner of the supernatual, yea."
"He didn't respond to my touch either though."
Dean sat on the counter, trying to follow Castiel's train of thought.
"His vessel should have been able to sence something - even if his angic self could not, the human should have stopped him befor ehe hurt himelf."
"What i wanna know, is why was he in a vessel back in the 90's? i know y'all keep comeing down to fuck with my family, but otherwise, aren't anges in essels kinda a new thing, on the grand scale? what was he doing down here?"
Castiel hook his head; Sam wandered into the kitcehn a moment later, nodded to them, but othersise just started rummaging though their supplies.
"I know that name.." casteil admitted finally, "but.... i cna't recall why."
Sam stopped - was that a box of tea in his hand? - and both brothers looked at him curously.
"There's something realy important about the Angel Azirpahle, and... and i'm drawing a compelte blank."
Normally, dean would be congradulaing him on sucessgully using earth terms, but this was enoguh od a confession to stop them both in their trakes.
"Is this a good or bad thing?
"i... i owuld have once said that this would have him dangerous - if Heaven's scrubbed him fromt he records, earased him fromt he collective memory - but on the otherside, if Heaven's going that far to pretend he never existed."
"He could be an ally" sam breathed out.
Dean couldn't tkae it anymore - "Are you making tea?"
Sam looked quilty. "he mentioned he was last in England."
"So you're making him /tea/?"
"It's English breakfast. I can't imagine it's changed much in 20-30 years. and since he can tatse things, it might be nice to have something.... familour..."
Dean looked exasterated, and Casteil lookedlike he wasnted to remind Sam that angels don't eat or drink things.... but the boy (and with te hopeful face, he really did look as young as he was [in the grand scheme of things]) looked so much like he wanted to help, that casteil just knodded. "I think he would like that. Just becareful, sicne he can't guage tempatures, that he doesn't burn the vessel by mistake."
