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Post with a genderswapped version of a character.
Tag other characters, with genderswapped or original versions.
Roll for a Scenario or pick one of your own.
Hijinks ensue!

Scenarios

How The Other Half Lives: Something's happened, magic gone awry or whatnot, and you're not the same gender you usually are.
Always Been This Way: What it says on the tin. This is how things have always been.
Alternate Universe Shenanigans: You're you, but in some universe where things are flipped on the X/Y chromosome.
Long Lost Twin: You're not actually Character X, you're Character X's twin sis/bro, Character Y.
Wild Card: Pick and choose from the above!

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Hey, any preference on season/situation?

nope! I've been playing her end of S5, but I can do anything up through the most recent finale.

okay cool i will toss something atcha in a sec

[ Lisa's asleep on the hotel bed, but Deanna can't sleep, not for lack of trying, of tossing and turning and kicking at the covers in frustration. It's too hot under the covers but too cold without them and goddamnit, no, you know what, she's just gonna get out and walk a bit, clear her head.

Deanna shifts out of bed, shoves her feet into her sneakers, adjusting her jeans as she grabs her jacket, keys and everything else she'll need, even if it's for a quick jaunt around the parking lot. One scribbled note later, she's out and breathing chilly air in, adjusting her jacket further around her shoulders. Lisa'll worry, but it happens, she's way, way too good to her and understands when Deanna just needs to get up, get out of there. The neighborhood isn't quiet, even this late - there's a barking dog, a baby crying through an open window - it's all so painfully normal, really.

Her hands drag over her face, through her hair and she starts down the sidewalk, hands jammed into her pockets. It's useless, but she tries anyway - tipping her head up, watching the stars. ]

Y'know, you could give me a status update. Report. Sitrep, something.

[there's no answer; not for a minute or two, at least. Then, a sound only someone who's listening for it would hear, a rustling that could be mistaken for the wind in the trees. And a figure occupying a space on the sidewalk two tiles back where there wasn't one a moment ago.]

[she doesn't say anything at first, and her gaze is slightly off to the side, which is odd. Usually Cass is straight and direct, to a fault.]

I didn't want to disturb you.

[ Deanna thinks she hears things, honestly. Over the sound of the dog and the child and the cars in the distance, there's no way. Not after this long, not after this much radio silence.

Except that voice is too familiar to be anything else, and it's like all the air is punched out of her, whirling on her. ]

You- what?

[ Deanna stares, mute for a long moment, and then jerks back. ]

You're answering now?

[generally the angel stands unnaturally still, but she actually shifts her weight slightly, and not because she's getting ready to smite something. It's...something else.]

I was busy.

[it sounds like an excuse. It probably is. It's dark and she's not very good at expressing emotion anyway, but there seems to be something like concern on her face. Or maybe even shame.]

Besides. I didn't think you wanted to see me.

[ You shifty son of a bitch. Deanna looks thoroughly unimpressed with everything, but relieved at the same time. Angry is easier, though, so she goes with that. ]

You didn't ask.

[ Then again, no, Deanna wouldn't be exactly thrilled, but she wasn't going to just tell her to screw off. ]

[she can't exactly refute that, so she falls silent, standing there stiffly. She's never really been good with words, in her native language or otherwise. Nor can she explain why she's here, when her siblings are fighting up in Heaven. She should be there. She should be leading them.]

[But she ran, because Raphael was too powerful. And the truth was, this wasn't the first time she's seen Deanna since the showdown in that deserted field, months ago. It's just the first time Deanna has seen her.]

[She's a coward. Wanting to ask a human for help, when it's humans she's supposed to look after. To protect. If she can't do this on her own, she's not even worth of that position.]

[and yet here she is, face to face with Deanna Winchester once again. And despite the twinge in her vessel's abdomen (strange how emotion, which should be contained within the brain, manifested in other parts of the body. The network of nerves branching delicately from the spine was intricate and--) she doesn't want to leave.]

No, I didn't.

[her mouth feels dry. This is a sign of either nervousness or dehydration. It can't be the latter.]

You were living quietly. I would be a disruption.

[ Yeah, anger, anger is something that's way easier than the fact that she feels betrayed, not that that makes any sense. She's been trying to find a way to fix this, trying to get Sam out of Hell, trying to make sure that everything doesn't fall apart for Lisa and Ben and it's all too fucking much because it feels like it's not working.

She couldn't keep Sam okay, couldn't keep him alive and well, what the hell was she thinking bringing Lisa and Ben back into this? ]

Living quietly?

[ Deanna tips her head, regards Cas with a thinlipped look. ]

Yeah, amazing how that works, when you screw off to Heaven and it's just me.

[ Not...exactly true, but she's tired and pissed and doesn't take it back. ]

[Her brow furrows, and silence stretches between them again--a silence awkward enough even she can tell. She thinks about leaving. After all, what is there to say to that?]

[enough to keep here there, for the moment, apparently. She doesn't look any different; her hair still a mess, like she just rolled out of bed, the oversized coat hanging heavily on her shoulders, her tie loose. But ever since her Father granted her life for the third time, she'd known something had changed. It wasn't that this vessel was empty now, that it was hers, that maybe she'd grown as comfortable with it as she was in the full glory of her Grace.]

[losing things had become difficult. For a creature that had watched mortal beings walk the earth since the dawn of time, not getting attached was a necessity. And yet somehow there were still rules left to break. All because of a single human being.]

You're angry.

[it's not a question, but it is puzzled, because Castiel has only just begun to grasp her own emotions, and those of others are still elusive.]

My brothers needed me.

[they still do, but she has no answers to return with. Not yet.]

I'm not--

[ No, she is. Denying it isn't exactly going to help. Deanna sinks back, curls into her leather jacket and lets it swallow her up like it'll hide Cas from her anger, and hide her from what she doesn't want to talk about.

Unsurprisingly it does neither. It still smells warm and familiar, though, so she'll take it. ]

How much of a mess is it, after everything that happened?

[she moves, finally, just a half-step turn to look out across the street, at nothing in particular.]

They're divided. But things will--

[what? Work themselves out? She's not a fool. And Raphael is determined to undo their hard work--no. Undo their sacrifices. She can't possibly let that happen.]

Change.

[her eyes narrow a bit further, betraying her uncertainty to anyone observant enough. Then it's gone, her expression hard again.]

This is a matter of Heaven, and Heaven alone. You needn't concern yourself.

[ Yeah, this is Deanna being the ~~king~~ queen of not believing that, because Heaven is too much of a clusterfuck for anything ever to Just Work Out. That's not how it works, Deanna's not a moron. ]

How're they gonna change?

[ No, she knows you. Deanna takes two long steps forward, chin tilted at a stubborn angle as she look at the other woman, unimpressed. ]

I'm going nuts, Cas. I'm going nuts here, okay, don't get me wrong, I-- Lisa and Ben are perfect, they're just-- [ Too perfect for her, and the nights she doesn't drink to settle herself down are the nights like this. Deanna shivers, skin crawling. ]

What the hell is going on up there?

I didn't come here to trouble you. [it's abrupt, almost rude, though that isn't her intention. She still can't look Deanna in the eye. Isn't a family what she always wanted? She can't begin to fathom what the problem might be.]

[she has to change the subject. Unfortunately, it's a poor choice.]

What about Sam.

[ Deanna bristles at the way she phrases that, but doesn't latch onto it, not right now, not yet. Instead, she opens her mouth to say something else, and it dies in her throat, caught there at the mention of her little brother. ]

I-- I promised I wouldn't.

[ Except they should both know how well that'll go. Deanna is shifty, not quite looking at her, not quite meeting her eyes. A promise is a promise but she can't-- she can't do that, not to Sammy. Not there. Every minute wasted is more time he's down there. ]

Yes. You did. [Castiel hesitates visibly, her head tilting in that familiar way, genuinely confused. She'd left Sam not fifty yards from the house Deanna was now living in; surely he couldn't have gotten lost?]

But I didn't. He didn't tell you?

[ She's pretty sure that's what it feels like to have her stomach drop into her feet. Her mind goes a million miles an hour, because she must be hearing this wrong, must be hallucinating. She's going to wake up next to Lisa and it'll be okay, because Lisa's warm and soft and smooths down all her hard edges because she's (too) perfect. Even if Deanna doesn't deserve that, Lisa gives it anyway.

Still, this doesn't answer the fact that Cas is so nonchalantly saying-- ]

What?

Sam.

[She says it before the feeling sets in, an uneasiness that says things are definitely not right and maybe she should....hold off a little. Nope. Too late. Not that she's ever really known the meaning of tact.]

[Castiel's gaze darts to the side, in confusion, then back to Deanna's face for confirmation.]

You haven't seen him.

What the hell do you mean? Of course I haven't seen him.

[ This has to be some kind of sick joke, it can't be serious. Sam's in Hell and while she's been looking everywhere - anywhere for a way to save him, to get him out of there, Castiel has to be joking.

She jerks a hand through her hair, hands smoothing down her jacket, shoving into her pockets, full of nervous energy. ]

I thought--

[and she stops again, shifting her weight, which is odd for someone who usually stands so still.]

Something's wrong.

[no kidding. And she's not even sure where to start looking. The sigils are still inscribed on his ribs, hiding him from angelic eyes.]

I left him. Here. He said he wanted to speak to you alone.

[she feels strange with the realization that Sam lied to her and she wasn't able to tell. That says a lot about Angel Priorities.

Something's wrong?

[ Deanna repeats it almost incredulously, getting right up in the angel's face, hands curled into fists as she stares her down. ]

Wow, that's not the understatement of the year. Something's wrong.

[ Anger's easier - easier to cope with, easier to hide behind, because the knowledge that Cas had pulled Sam out of there like it was nothing and her brother wasn't there -- ]

Well, I don't see him.

Edited 2013-08-17 21:24 (UTC)

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Rule!63 Meme

The Rule!63 Meme

Castiel | Supernatural

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end of s5, a little after, ausish? I haven't seen s5 in ages, so.

to be fair, me neither. I've been meaning to canon review, but I'm only on S3

sob yeah we keep rewatching random episodes, nothing in order. also that should not say hotel bed ff

np. wrong journal? ;D

oh snap that's what i get for tagging at midnight skfsf

haha it's cool, we've all done it

jaysus okay now with +4 hours of sleep, I got this.

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contrary to popular belief, changing vessels doesn't make angels less socially awkward ;D

lmfao OH CAS never change honey

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uh i accidentally ur little bro's soul

PARTY FOUL, MUCH? JEEZ ANGEL.

FOREVER LATER

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