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At the sound of her name, Evangeline gave a start, and leaped up from the pew where she’d been sitting. It was mid-afternoon, and thankfully at that moment, she was the only one there; which was probably a good thing, given how her hand twitched towards the gun she kept in the holster at her side.

Which might have been a good choice. She didn’t recognize the man that had spoken, which made her even more suspicious. Maybe it was demon-hunting for so long that made her twitchy. Or the spirits and monsters and creatures that usually followed in and around their wake.

Turquoise and wooden beads tinkled against the rosary on her wrist wrapped about the same; the mingling of two different traditions blended on the person who wore them. A small silver crucifix caught the light from the stained glass window, but Mel’s aim was nothing but steady. Her voice was a different story.

"Who are you?" she tried to keep her breathing even and calm, but it was hard to do when her blood first got racing. When he didn’t answer right away, she pressed. "Who are you, and how do you know my name? Look, it’s not a hard question to answer, and I don’t feel like all the ‘hail marys’ in the world are gonna help my conscience if I shoot a guy in a church. So throw me a bone here."

Dark brows furrowed with a sense of confusion at her reaction. Thought it really shouldn’t surprise him. Her reaction was typical of non-believers… and even those who did believe, actually. Raising a placating hand, he lets out a soft exhale. This was becoming a constant occurrence.

"You prayed for assistance." His tone was calm and soothing though factual. "I’m came here to offer it. My name is Castiel and I’m an angel of the Lord." Or was. He wasn’t quite sure what God would consider him now, but it wasn’t as though he could ask.

"You can shoot me, if you insist. I will warn you that it will have no effect and I advise against it." His gaze shifts to the gun in her hand then back. "Is there something you’re running from?"

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intensityvalley:

One Gifset a Day 27/30

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opleasegodwakeme:

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"—And I know I swear worse than Jesus jumping in a holy canoe. But it’s not on purpose. Look I know it’s a dumb thing for me to keep bugging you about. But if you’re there, it would be seriously throwing me a huge bone. thanks. Uh, oh. And Amen."

Eva sighed and leaned back in the pew, for a few moments completely unaware that anyone was watching…

Fingers traced delicately along the scraped knee of a sniffling little girl, a touch of grace knitting the skin together and healing the wound. The sniffles immediately stopped and wide green eyes peered up at the angel with awe. “How did you do that? Are you an angel?” The whisper brings forth a small smile on the angel’s constantly chapped lips.

"Yes." He agreed as he pushed himself to standing and scooped her up easily. Remembering what Dean and Sam had said about keeping himself ‘off the radar’ he brings a finger to his lips in a ‘hush’ motion.

"I won’t tell." She tugs on the bright blue tie in an almost shy manner. "What’s your name?"

"Castiel." Picking up the tricycle the girl had fallen from, he starts of in the direction of frantic prayers for a daughter to return home safely. "You know shouldn’t run away from your family." The gently chiding words cause the girl to duck her head down in shame.

"But I don’t want a little brother."

"Why not?"

"Mommy and daddy won’t love me anymore. They’ll love him more."

"That’s not true. You’ll be the older sister who takes care of him. I have many older sisters." That brings her eyes up in surprise.

"You do?"

"Yes. They taught me many things. I owe them a lot. You could be that to your brother."

"Sarah!" The panicked yelp causes both Castiel and the girl to look over as a frantic couple run towards them. The angel hands her over to her father and watch as both parents hugged her tightly; whispering words of concern and praise.

Before he can stay and offer an explanation, another prayer reaches him. Brows furrow slightly as he listens intently. It’s an unusual prayer and that’s why, moments later, he stands at the back of a church studying the prayer giver.

A young woman who doesn’t seem to believe her own words will work. Touching the angelic ‘hotline’ as the Winchester’s call it, he figures out her name but decides to stay away from her reasoning for now. Humans tended to hate it when he knew everything.

"What is it you need help with, Evangeline?"

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Azure eyes narrowed contemplatively as they scanned the darkening sky above. There was a shift in atmospheric pressure teetering on the edge of abnormal that had caught the angel’s attention and now, standing on the rooftop of a non-descriptive building, Castiel was trying to discover what was behind it. The onslaught of weather changes since his attention had been captured was escalating at a pace that even surprised him, which should be impossible.

There was no demonic or spiritual signature that he could read to explain it. But there was something else concerning: it was getting worse. The pressure was dropping at an accelerated rate while wind speed was gaining strength. His gaze flickered down as he felt the tug on his overcoat as if to punctuate his realization. It had the makings of a furious storm, perhaps even a hurricane, which wouldn’t seem unusual if it didn’t seem so sudden and unpredictable.

Only a half hour ago, the skies had been clear. The sun had been bright and the temperature had been at 36 degrees by the Celsius scale, 97 by Fahrenheit. (It was confusing why there were two different scales to measure temperature, but that wasn’t the issue at hand. He’d have to remember to ask Sam about that later.)

His focus shifts from his coat to the coastline visible across the line of building to his left. He could see humanity casually enjoying the surf as though the ominous signs in weather was nothing to be concerned with. Why wouldn’t they care about the sudden shift? Couldn’t they feel the turmoil the weather was falling into?

With a rustle of wings, Castiel disappeared from the rooftop and reappeared seconds later yards above the ocean. Below him he could see the numerous species of marine life; most notably a large shiver of sharks making their way North.

Head tilting in curiosity, he studies them for a moment. The sharks themselves seemed abnormal as well though, again, there was no sign of anything supernatural or spiritual being involved. Their current posture signaled high aggressiveness; not only were their backs were hunched as they swam, but their pectoral fins were lowered. Paired together it lead to a rapid zig-zag swimming formation that bordered on frantic.

With no clear answers as to the change in nature, the only option he had was to track down the Winchesters. Together they could figure out the cause before the situation took a dire turn. Slipping his hand into his coat pocket, his fingers curl around the phone given to him by the brothers. His thumb types in one of two numbers he has memorized before bringing it up to his ear and, patiently, he waits for Dean to answer.

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xsaltstainedleather xIt's a sharknado. Though technically it was a hurricane but Sharkacane didn't have a smooth ring to it apparently xOr would it be hurrashark?

sherierenescott:

30 days of spn women | Day 24: The family relationship the show dropped the ball on

↳  Cas & his sisters (Rachel, Anna, Hester)

I wanted more of the relationships with the sisters.

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hallowedbecastiel:

Misha Collins in TSA America
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castiel + 2 (@anon)

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euclase:

Blue, drawn in PS.

euclase:

Blue, drawn in PS.

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image ”Um, yeah, I do.” The brunette searched her pockets before pulling out the phone, holding it up for the angel to see. Selena didn’t feel unsafe, but she couldn’t but feel slightly uneasy about this. It wasn’t that is was because Sam wasn’t there, that was part of it, she just didn’t sure how this situation with Castiel would turn out with only the two of them there. “So, what’s the plan, Angel man?”

The angel’s brows furrow together at the nickname and he’s about to correct her with ‘no, angels do not have genders’ but he decides to let it go. It’s probably something akin to a nick name anyway.

"There’s been whispers on the angel radio of the creature Dean and Sam are currently hunting. I don’t think it’s anything they’ve dealt with before and I’d rather handle it myself. However, the timeline before it’s appearance is short so I need you to come with me to aid in warding the area. Once done, you can return here." he doesn’t mention what he plans to do with the creature and instead glances briefly at her phone. "That is in case any problem should arise. You will run as fast and far as you can, then contact Sam immediately to come to you. Are you ready?"

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