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Post by Solstice on Oct 1, 2017 14:36:20 GMT -5
Gabriel nodded softly "Thank you, Castiel" he smiled softly to him, before heading back to one of the rooms, he looked in each, before taking the one that was most bare. He didn't want to take one of the boys rooms. That would definitely be awkward if they where to come home to an archangel on their bed, sleeping away. Angels generally didn't need sleep, but to conserve his energy Gabe was going too. He looked around the bare room before finding some spare bedding in the closet, using that he made and crawled into the bed and tried to fall asleep.
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Post by flamerune on Oct 2, 2017 6:59:50 GMT -5
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Post by flamerune on Oct 2, 2017 9:05:46 GMT -5
Dean got out of the impala, heading into the bunker and there he saw Castiel and Gabriel? He didn't believe it for a moment! Last he recalled, Gabriel was killed by Lucifer. "Cas? What's this?" EDIT He saw the archangel go look for somewhere to sleep and it was a strange sight. Angels don't sleep? Castiel walked over to his friend, “Well, it’s actually him, and he contacted me on the angel radio. He has no idea how he is alive either. I’m assuming God has something to do with it.” Castiel looked at Dean with a weak shrug.
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Post by Solstice on Oct 2, 2017 11:00:32 GMT -5
Gabe was more than content to fall asleep in the nest of blankets and pillows he had made. While it was true that Angels didn't need sleep, and generally didn't, occasionally in the millennium it was a nice thing. However, sleeping left Gabe in a vulnerable state till he woke. So he definitely didn't not make it a habit.
Claire woke slowly from her dozing in the grass, as she was prodded by the concerned local, and she growled softly, irritated at being woken, and also at her self for falling asleep in the first place. She should know better than that. She huffed and got up, slinging her bag over her shoulder. Returning to her hotel room, only to find her bags left outside of the locked room...she had been evicted. Probably because the Credit card was on she had scammed. She rolled her eyes, growing more frustrated..that had been her last fake credit card, and she was dangerously low on cash, definitely not enough to afford to shelter herself for the night. She licked her lips softly, as she picked up more of her luggage, trying to decide what she wanted to do. She was much, much to proud to sleep in a homeless shelter, and much much much to proud to call other people to help her out. She was not about to call Jodi...or heaven forbid the Winchester...or Castiel....She looked to her phone...those where the only four contacts she even had...in retrospect perhaps she should just ditch the phone in general....
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Post by flamerune on Oct 2, 2017 11:09:01 GMT -5
( Solstice ;; Wanna make a 1x1 for us? )
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Post by Solstice on Oct 2, 2017 11:59:34 GMT -5
(I'd be down for that, sure )
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Post by flamerune on Oct 2, 2017 12:09:00 GMT -5
(I'd be down for that, sure ) ( you mind making it? I’ll brb )
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Post by Solstice on Oct 2, 2017 13:13:10 GMT -5
(I'll make it, soon as I get home from class )
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Post by flamerune on Oct 2, 2017 14:41:44 GMT -5
(I'll make it, soon as I get home from class ) I made it
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Post by The Green Writer on Oct 10, 2017 18:26:00 GMT -5
(Claiming Sam)
Sam pinched his nose as he tirelessly searched through every book the Men of Letters kept in the Bunker. What could help them with Amara? And what could ressurect Gabriel? He had been searching all night and still didnt have any idea. There were some things he found that he knew Dean wouldnt like. Gabriel could have been brought back by Amara. However, that wasnt something he wanted to think about. There was a thought that Gabriel could have come back due to a tulpa. Either idea didnt sound good.
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Post by Solstice on Oct 10, 2017 21:04:05 GMT -5
Gabe continued to sleep for a while, curled up in a mass of blankets a pillows, he was quiet and almost completely still as he slept. He was peaceful for the most part, at few moments he would tense, then relax again.
Claire sighed softly as she reluctantly pushed Castiel's contact info in her phone. She had tried to call Jodi but to no avail. She let her thumb hover over the call button for a few moments before pressing it with her thumb and holding her phone up to her ear, half hoping he wouldn't answer.
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Post by flamerune on Oct 11, 2017 10:50:42 GMT -5
Castiel jumped immediately at the sound of his phone. He peeked up as he saw Claire’s number. “It’s Claire.”he told Dean with a soft smile and pressed the green button, “Claire?”
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Post by Solstice on Oct 11, 2017 10:58:32 GMT -5
Claire didn't answer right away, running her tongue between her lips first, unsure how to start, the greeting "hey Dad" almost fell from her lips on instinct, hearing his voice. "hey." She greeted (a bit lamely, she thought so anyway) "I'm in a bit of a rough patch, and could use a place to stay..." She swallowed softly, literally and her pride as her voice quieted. "Think I could crash with you and the boys for a bit...?"
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Post by flamerune on Oct 11, 2017 11:07:59 GMT -5
Castiel didn’t even turn to Dean to ask, “Yes, of course.” He said, his voice soft. “Where are you?”
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Post by The Green Writer on Oct 11, 2017 15:41:40 GMT -5
Sam wiped his face with his hands. Scrunching his eyes, he blinked a couple times. Finally, he got up out of his chair in the library, his favorite room in the Bunker. Sam stretched. Furrowing his brows together, Sam knew that Dean needed to know his thoughts on the case. Neither of them would like it, but have they ever liked it? Picking up his cellphone, he dialed the most recent number of his brother's and heard it ring a couple times.
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Post by Solstice on Oct 11, 2017 17:45:36 GMT -5
Claire looked up at the town sign, where she was currently sitting with her luggage around her. "Um, Thurman Iowa." she said, reading the chipping paint on the wood. She'd taken this case as the town only had a few hundred people, she figured it would be easy...however her leads had run dry, as had her funds and the more she pried the less it looked like anything was there anyway. "I'm sitting by the "welcome" sign of the town. Its tiny place, so it could be easy to miss."
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Post by The Green Writer on Oct 11, 2017 18:37:51 GMT -5
When Sam was met with radio silence, he cursed under his breath. After the tone clicked, he ran his fingers through his hair and answered it, "Hey Dean, it's me. Give me a call back." Huffing, Sam sniffed and placed his phone back in his pocket. He sighed and settled down at the table to do more research. Maybe, this time, he'll find something a bit more helpful than what he's seen.
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Post by flamerune on Oct 12, 2017 9:30:14 GMT -5
Castiel nodded, before realizing Claire could not see him. “I’ll be there soon.” He said simply, turning to Dean, “I am going to pick up Claire.” He announced, and left the bunker, getting in his car and driving to his destination.
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Post by Solstice on Oct 12, 2017 20:20:10 GMT -5
Claire sighed softly as she had hung up, putting in her earbuds and turning her music back on, to wait. She knew Cas would have to drive to get her, since all the angels had fallen and stuff. She didn't like the thought of the pain it must have caused them, but it did amuse her that angels where driving around the country in cars. Soon enough the battery in her phone died completely, and she leaned back against the sign pulling out her ear buds.
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Post by flamerune on Oct 13, 2017 6:49:57 GMT -5
Castiel turned the car next to the sign and parked it. He got out of the car, looking at Claire with a soft smile.
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Post by Solstice on Oct 13, 2017 12:40:10 GMT -5
Claire looked up from where she was sitting as the car pulled up and stiffly got to her feet, she had been sitting a while as it were, so she stretched. "Hey." She greeted in a neutral tone (Which was an improvement from the last time they had talked, she didn't sound angry at him, but it still wasn't warm like a child greeting their parent) and picked up her luggage, walking around, to toss it in the back seat of the car, before she looked at Cas again. "...Thanks...for helping me out."
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Post by flamerune on Oct 13, 2017 13:19:12 GMT -5
Cas nodded, “Of course.” He said, pressing the Gas and heading to the bunker.
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Post by Solstice on Oct 15, 2017 13:14:14 GMT -5
Claire stayed awake for a while, watching the road, but eventually fell asleep against the passenger side door, lulled by the motion of the car, and the feeling of actual safety, which was a rare feeling, knowing what she knew to be out there in the world.
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