asgardeventide | 019 [ Video] | Before dawn (and/or earthquake) D367

[Directly after the successful rescue of those trapped in the mirror Asgard and the aftermath of that, when things had calmed other than the intense heat, Castiel had decided to take it easy for a little bit. He'd just died--again--and more importantly Daphne had been a bit traumatized, and so some rest and time to devote to taking care of his wife, and Sam as well, had been in order. Hence why his bossy face hadn't appeared on the network to address the happenings as of yet.

Of course, though, nothing can really ever go as planned.]

[He had disappeared the night of day 365, quietly and without fanfare, one moment sleeping in his bed next to Daphne and the next gone. He doesn't know he's gone while he is, of course, and not a great deal of time passes at home--just a few months, nothing major--but as usual, a lot happens.

Still, when Castiel finds himself back in Asgard, suddenly in Odin district, near the library, he's more than a little confused as memories suddenly click back into place. Everything, for a few minutes, is a blurred jumble and he has to sit down on the ground and close his eyes to sort it out. When he opens them, he feels dizzy but no longer so confused, and is able to figure out what he should do next.

He's back in Asgard. He has no idea how much time has passed here, no idea who--if any--of his friends remain, he doesn't know if he's broken his promise and Daphne is gone. What if there's been an attack? What if he's needed?

It's scorching hot and he awkwardly shrugs out of his damaged suitcoat as he sits there, before he does anything else, and once he's free of it he catches sight of his bracelet. Right. The bracelet. He should call someone, or just make a post, something; he realizes belatedly that he should be seen by a healer. Daphne would be the best choice, but he doesn't know if she's still here, and part of him is terrified to find out she's not.

For that reason it takes another minute or so for Castiel to gather his courage and turn on his bracelet, even though it's the middle of the night and who knows who would still be awake; he's a little too scrambled still to be all that concerned with such things. It's video by default and he leaves it that way, not bothering to change it.

He's disheveled and tired, face bruised and covered in blood that continues down his neck and soaks his unbuttoned white shirt. His normally messy hair is even messier, most of it sticking almost straight up, and the only composed thing about him is that he looks focused, determined. Braced for bad news.]

It seems I have been... Gone. I don't know how long.

If there is anyone I know still here, I need to speak with you.

[A small pause as he licks his lips to continue, and briefly makes a face at the taste of blood on his split lip.]

And if there are any healers awake and willing to assist me, it would be... Appreciated.

[It isn't that far to the hospital, but he doesn't at all have the energy for that right now. If someone's willing to come to him, he'll take the help, and with any luck it will be someone he knows. Maybe even his wife.

Now, to hope, and wait.]

[[ooc: Castiel has been canon updated to mid episode 9.09, which is the midseason finale that just aired 12/03. Therefore, it's only right to warn for SPOILERS in this post and the comments, and potentially other threads for a little while. If there is anyone who is avoiding spoilers and would like to make sure nothing's mentioned to them for a certain length of time, just send me a PM! I don't wanna spoil anyone who hasn't had a chance to watch it yet. c:

Also, even if someone's already coming to help him out, feel free to throw your character in if you want! Continuity over CR is for squares.]]

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[The feed immediately clicks on to show a very pale, very worried, very frustrated Daphne Allen, who looks like she's about to cry. She had woken up to find him missing, had torn apart the city to find him still missing, and now he's turned up looking as if someone's attempted to kill him, which makes her feel sick.

She manages to hold bursting into tears down enough to manage a frustrated:]

Never do that to me again, do you understand me?

[And she sucks in a breath, eyes full of tears.]

Stay right there and don't move a muscle, I'm coming.

Edited 2013-12-05 04:02 (UTC)

[Jesus Christ.]

Did someone come get you?

[Hi my name's Sam Winchester and I haven't slept since I came back from the dead and I sound exhausted as fuck how are you buddy.]

[Seeing and hearing her respond is so much of a relief that Castiel that he feels a little dizzy from it, and it takes a moment to calm. Everything is so jumbled still, and it feels both like he just saw her yesterday and somehow like it's been years. He's so glad she's still here.]

I'm not moving.

I'm sorry. I never meant to leave. I'm glad you are here.

[There's a twisting feeling in Castiel's stomach at the sound of Sam's voice, because he suddenly remembers what Malachai told him about Ezekiel. With the return of his memories of this place, and what he knows of what happened to Sam in that other Asgard-]

Daphne is, but Sam, there is something of great import we must speak of.

[It's rushed, because this is incredibly serious.]

I don't want you to talk, either.

[He's bloody and he looks as if someone's used him as a cutting board. Her heart is pounding in her chest and she feels as if she might pass out, but Daphne stills her nerves and immediately rushes out the door, forgetting her jacket in the process.]

I'll be right there.

[That sounds exactly 0% like good news and Sam feels an odd weight in his chest.]

-- it can wait until later, when you're healed, alright?

I'll swing by and come see you.

[It takes a moment for Castiel to figure out why she doesn't want him to talk, despite his earlier request for help, and he looks down at himself briefly before returning his attention to the conversation.]

It looks worse than it is.

[He feels pretty terrible but he's truly not badly hurt. Certainly not enough so not to talk to his wife, who he's so happy to see.]

I don't know if it should wait, Sam, but it should be in person.

[So yes, come see him. He doesn't want to tell Sam news like this, but he won't keep it secret.]

[Her only response is a rather severe look.

She told you

to stop

talking. >:c]

[Shutting up now.]

I'm not going to drop dead in the next half hour.

[It'll wait as long as necessary until Castiel gets his head on straight from coming back, dammit.]

I'll stop by your apartment.

[Satisfied, Daphne offers him a faint smile before she shuts off the video feed, though she keeps the audio going just in case something else happens. It only takes another ten minutes for her to get there and though she's mostly out of breath, she looks impossibly relieved --

-- and more than a little horrified.]

What happened -- ?

[It's a breathless whisper as she immediately stretches forward her hands to his face, ignoring the blood to rush forward all of her power, to begin to heal his wounds.]

Alright.

[He doesn't like it, but alright. It can wait half an hour.]

How long was I gone?

Not very. Two days, tops.

[The days have sort of blurred together due to lack of sleep and general... anxiety in being stuck in his house, but whatever.]

[When Castiel sees her it's surreal, in a way, and he knows that's because of the clashing memories. Still, it doesn't make him any less inclined to do what he wants to, which is to completely ignore her question and attempts to heal him and instead put his arms around her gently for a hug.

He missed her.]

[Two days at most. That's good, much better than he's expecting, and he gives a quiet breath of relief.]

Alright. That's... Good. It's been a few months.

[Castiel so rarely initiates any form of affection or physical contact that she's fairly surprised at the sudden hug -- and she gently slips her arms around him to hug in return, overjoyed that he's here, but also very worried.]

You're still hurt.

[It's said quietly, her hands gently shifting to his face again, focusing her powers -- but to offset his concerns, she tries for a smile.]

Still handsome, though.

Vanish for two days to go home and you come back looking like someone threw a couple of butcher knives at you?

[A bit dryly.]

Sounds like standard fare.

Essentially, yes.

[A pause.]

It was an angelblade, and it wasn't thrown.

[In the interest of being factual.]

[ -- that suddenly isn't funny anymore.]

It isn't that bad. I have had far worse.

[This is pretty much nothing, though he gives a faint breath of laughter at the compliment. It's strange, because this is familiar and yet so foreign all at once; he knows it'll wear off, but right now it's just so odd even though he doesn't at all want to let go of her.]

I'm coming to see you now.

[Click.]

I don't care if you've had worse, this is...

[Very specific and looks inflicted by someone who wanted to cause a lot of pain, which makes her want to burst into tears, but Daphne is trying her very best not to react that way. She slowly lets her hands slide away once she's sure she's finished healing all that's wrong with him and gently pulls her sleeve down over her hand to wipe what blood remains off of his face. Only then does Daphne genuinely smile, even if it's just a tiny bit.]

I like the suit.

[Well, that isn't the reaction he expected, and he's both confused and concerned at the same time. But he needs to talk to Sam anyway, obviously, so if he's coming over then that's fine. Two birds and all that.

By the time he and Daphne are home and Sam shows up, Castiel looks much better; he's in clean clothes and no longer bloody or cut up. Still, he's a bit pale from stress, especially about what he's going to be speaking to Sam about.]

[He's over there by the time the sun is properly risen, tired and pale and looking as if he needs a nap himself -- and Sam lets himself in, long since over the whole 'knocking' thing. He finds Castiel pretty quickly in the living room and after checking to make sure Daphne is nowhere within hearing distance, Sam speaks fairly bluntly.]

Did I do this?

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