006 [Video]

[ofthursday]

[Bike-riding aside, Castiel usually only posts to the network when he has something important to say. He's about to break pattern, because while there are various things to address--like people exploding--none of that is currently as pressing as the situation he's found himself in.

Castiel had been napping at the kitchen table, minding his own business, until he'd been suddenly awoken by being generally uncomfortable. It had taken a moment to figure out why, but it's very obvious as he turns on the bracelet, looking not at all amused.

Massive black wings are partially visible in frame, folded against his back; the wrist joint is arcing almost a foot over his head, and though it's impossible to see at the angle, the tips of his primary feathers are just above the floor. His wingspan is probably a good fourteen feet.]

This is not amusing.

[He is so incredibly displeased. How had this even happened? He still looks just as annoyed, but slightly more uncertain as he asks his next question.]

Has anything like this happened to anyone else?

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[minifridge]

I don't know.

[She says it softly, still working out a small knot.]

This reminds me of a Beatles song.

[She starts singing the Blackbird softly.]

I DO~

[ofthursday]

[He's silent as she sings, entirely content there, beginning to drift to sleep sitting up.]

[minifridge]

Take these broken wings and learn to fly...

[Soon she notices that he's starting to drift off and shifts slightly, changing the pressure on his wing so he'll drift back towards her instead of forward. Don't want him falling forward while she's working and hurting a wing, after all.]

-you were only waiting for this moment to be free~

[ofthursday]

[He moved dazedly with the gentle redirection, eventually laying back on the steps next to her; most of his wing is still accessible stretched out to the side, only a portion of it underneath his back against the steps. It's not the most comfortable thing in the world, but he's too relaxed to care.]

[minifridge]

[She gradually moves so she's on his side, his wing stretched over her lap. After finishing "Blackbird", Mary leans over to nudge at his other wing so it isn't pinned between his shoulder and the step, before returning to the wing in her lap.

Mm, time for another song; something else to fill the silence. "Hey Jude" is perfect.]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel lets her, still listening as she sings, eyes closed. He is never able to do this at home, to just relax and not worry about being in danger if he drops his guard, but there's no danger here. It's peaceful, for this moment.]