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After the raw emotions of that afternoon Bobby was grateful for Death for her suggesion that he and the  boys spend some time together. He had missed spending time with them, and now that Dean was liberated from that bizzare-as-hell reality show, they certainly had cause to celebrate.

He arrived over in Ravenclaw’s bar first and found a comfortable corner table. It was one the hunters had taken over regularly during their outings to the bar. A tray full of cold beer was waiting for Sam, Dean and Castiel to arrive.

“Hey Bobby,” Sam said with a grin, the first to show. He clapped the hunter on the shoulder, happy to see him out again. He also had a few causes to celebrate; Death’s promise to intervene and keep him and Adam out of the cage, and a lovely blonde girl by the name of Sookie Stackhouse. “Where’s everyone else?”

“You know you brother, he’s always runnin a little late,” he said with a grin, passing a beer over to the younger man. “You seem pretty chipper lately.”

His grin widened. “I’ve had good reason to be.”

“Cryptic ass.”

Date: 2011-03-22 09:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nerdofthelord.livejournal.com
Put simply, whatever happened to Castiel filtered down to his vessel to some extent, and the harder it hit the angel the more likely it was that Jimmy would feel it and suffer for it as well. In this place, all was generally calm and safe, the peace broken by only an occasional, relatively minor disturbance. While Cas had begun to realize some time before that this wasn't as ideal a situation as it appeared on the surface, it could only be a blessed reprieve for Jimmy, who certainly deserved a good long rest after everything he had endured since accepting his role as an angelic vessel.

Sam was right, of course. Dean had an explosive temper and was more than capable of holding a grudge, but his capacity for forgiveness and for putting things behind him when they ceased to be important was also amazing.

That, he thought, might be the single thing that set his new human family apart from his angelic brethren more than any other. Angels judged and forgave (if at all) according to the strictest of laws. They saw no shades of gray and did not relent with the passage of time, even if, on occasion, they found a desire to do so.

He had been like that once; not long ago at all, by the standards of his kind. Learning better had been deeply confusing and on occasion very painful, but he was grateful nonetheless. It was a fair price to pay for everything that had been opened to him in the process.

"That's good to know." Absently, he rubbed at the back of his neck, where the irritating throb still persisted. "I am not sorry that I told you both the truth. But now that it's done, I sincerely hope that the matter never comes up again." Not the matter of the panic room, at least. In his own mind, it was all hopelessly mixed up with what he had done to Anna, and he had an uneasy feeling there could be footnotes to that part of the story that hadn't yet been revealed.

Date: 2011-03-23 01:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hunter-returns.livejournal.com
“It’ll be ok, Cas,” he assured him again. “And I think we can consider the whole damned mess closed. It’s over with.”

Another reason that Sam was grateful for their time at Hogwarts was he, Dean and Bobby were better able to convey to Cas that he was part of their family. Back home there was always another crisis, a demon to fight or a Creation-shattering Apocalypse to deal with. They never had the time to really come out and say it, and God knows Dean and Bobby weren’t the type to be overt about it. But after Christmas, a few rounds of (slightly) harmless pranks, and time to generally recover and catch their breath, he was beginning to think that Cas understood.

Sam rubbed his face with a wan smile. “I’m glad you’re ok Cas. Now I think I need to get my hands on some aspirin and lay down.” He got to his feet, holding on to the back of the chair for a moment to steady himself. Sam nodded once and made his way to the door.

“Thanks for sending the note Sam,” Death murmured to him as he made his way out and she headed back in. “Now go get some sleep.”

Date: 2011-03-23 02:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nerdofthelord.livejournal.com
Castiel nodded back. "Rest well, Sam."

When his visitor had left, he stretched out on the bed again and shut his eyes with a sigh. He could ignore the mild lingering headache and go on about his day's business (such as it was,) but there was no pressing need to do so; the others would also be recovering for a time, and it wasn't as if he had duties to attend or a crisis to avert. That sense of aimlessness could be frustrating at times, even with Death helping to keep him occupied, but right now it felt like a blessing.

"I'm sorry if I worried you," he said to her quietly when they were alone. "That was precisely the opposite of what I intended."

Date: 2011-03-23 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] endlessgoth.livejournal.com
Death closed the door and turned the lights out before crossing the room to curl up beside him on the bed again. "I know," she said gently, drawing him near. "But the next time you're upset or so miserable you can't move, call me you big doofus. You need me, I show up. That's how this works."

That was as close as she could get to really yelling at him. She had made a promise to Jimmy that she'd be there to take care of Castiel, and it wasn't one she intended to break.

Date: 2011-03-23 07:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nerdofthelord.livejournal.com
He nodded wordlessly, though he had no intention of allowing such an occasion to arise again. At the time he'd been too thoroughly wretched to contemplate the larger implications. But in retrospect, it scared him that he'd lost not only his composure, but the ability to defend himself or others if he'd needed to, simply because he'd chosen the wrong bottle to drink from.

Hogwarts seemed a safe haven, but that was no excuse for such carelessness. Complacency could kill as surely as any weapon; the fact that true threats were rare here did not mean none could ever appear. He needed to find his sense of self-discipline again before it slipped irretrievably from his grasp.

...which meant he really should get up and find something more constructive to do than cuddle and drowse the day away. Dammit.

"I should be doing something useful," he said with a sigh. "Checking on Adam. Or thinning out the acromantula. Something." Even if it amounted to little more than busywork.

((wtf, LJ?))

Date: 2011-03-23 11:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] endlessgoth.livejournal.com
Death barely checked a comment that thinning out the acromantula would be a good way to keep them both occupied for part of the afternoon. While she would have preferred to keep him close, she understood the desire to do something productive after an upsetting night. Their respective responsibilities were too important to ignore forever, even if Hogwarts had given them both a welcome chance to ease those burdens for a short time.

“Okay. Why don’t you go grab a shower, and I’ll have the house elves bring by a little breakfast for you?” If he needed the day to feel useful, she could always slip away from the school and make a few more rounds.

Finding Castiel in such a state the night before had frightened her badly, but at the same time, she didn’t want to hover too close. Making a few rounds would be a good way to keep her occupied and insure she didn’t get in his way.

Date: 2011-03-24 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nerdofthelord.livejournal.com
"Thank you," he said, kissing her forehead, and he didn't just mean for breakfast. He could have survived the foregoing day alone, if it had been required of him, but he was thankful beyond words that it had not.

Her company would not have been unwelcome, if she had chosen to accompany him. But there was also a certain clarity to be found in solitude, and it would do him good to spend some time there.

He rose and went to get cleaned up; yet another inefficient, time-consuming human ritual that wasn't necessary, but that he'd learned to appreciate in recent months for the small comforts it offered.

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