YOU WANT, UH, A TISSUE? MAYBE SOME SOAP? NEW CLOTHES?

[dousing]

COVERED IN BLOOD MEME So you're a bit of a mess. Or you're stumbling upon a mess. What happened? There's blood everywhere, what the hell? Is it your blood, animal blood, the blood of someone you murdered? Hell, maybe you ran out of tampons. Anyway, no matter how it got there, you're (or someone you know is) covered in blood. Can it be explained away? If not, is someone going to prison? The hospital? Going to die of blood loss? Get in trouble for playing catch with the blood bags? Man, we don't know. The point is you have a mess to clean up. Or roll around in gleefully, you nasty fucks. • Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't. As always, we're not the cops. • Reply to other people's top levels! • While this meme is bound to have a lot of potentially triggering content, content warnings for anything ott or very extreme are probably a good idea! • Have fun!

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[to_rebel]

Castiel was not expecting to round a corner and find a vaguely human-shaped sack of blood on the floor. He'd been expecting, perhaps, Sam or Dean, given that he'd agreed to meet them here, to follow up on... something. He honestly wasn't sure yet; Dean hadn't been exactly forthcoming on the phone.

This might have something to do with it all.

His blade slid into his hand. "Identify yourself."

[onthebus]

He tried to blink the blood out of his eyes, squinting through the tacky fluid to try to get a look at whoever was speaking. This had a feeling of familiarity, something about it.

He closed his eyes again and uttered a pitiful groan in response.

[to_rebel]

That groan sounded familiar. Not intimately so, but enough that it gave Castiel pause and he crouched to better see what was apparently a man under all that blood.

Cas never forgot a face and that face was inexorably burned into his memory. His hand tightened around the blade's hilt, until his knuckles were white. He had no sense of Michael's bright presence inhabiting the vessel but that wasn't exactly foolproof.

"Are you well?" He can't help the tightness in his voice, the tense set of his body.

[onthebus]

He spat a mouthful of the blood out on the ground, and attempted to lift one of his hands up to try to clear some of it from his eyes. There was some sarcastic comment lingering on the tip of his tongue, some remembered comment. "Peachy." He mumbled. It didn't quite have the heat of it, but he was working through a lot right now.

Clearly, Lucifer had decided that the cage needed a demonic slip-in-slide just for his entertainment.

[to_rebel]

Castiel doubted that Michael even knew what sarcasm was, so that one-word answer did more to settle some of the tension in his shoulders than anything else could have.

"Adam?"

[onthebus]

He spat again in response, and finally sat back when this guy didn't strike at him. "Do you..." There were a lot of things he could have asked for, but for the most part he just wanted to be clean. "Can...tissue?"

Probably an ineffective request, he never got what he wanted.

[to_rebel]

"I am not sure that a tissue would help." Castiel shifts to search his pockets for something that might help and actually does come up with a small pack of tissues that he's certain that Sam handed him on one occasion. "But I do have some."

He holds them out, somewhat dubious, but... well. He asked for a tissue.

[onthebus]

That sparked a small, tired laugh. He took one of the tissues and used it to swab the inside of his mouth, trying to clean the blood out. When that one was soaked, he took another to scrape the blood from his eyes.

"Very funny." He mumbled under his breath, mostly to himself.

[to_rebel]

What concerned Castiel most was not the blood, but that Adam was here, alive if not well. This should not be possible, but this was also not the first time impossible had happened.

"There is a bottle of water in my truck." And perhaps some towels. Those might also help.

[onthebus]

He stared at the man, trying to place him. "Why are you here?" Lucifer HAD made illusions of people he cared about before, but this was a stranger.

[to_rebel]

"I am here on an unrelated matter." He stood, blade still in hand but held far more loosely than earlier. "I am Castiel. I know your brothers."

[onthebus]

"Sam?" He asked, looking around. He swallowed, and made a face at the taste of the blood, then looked at the blade in his hand.

[to_rebel]

"He is not here." Castiel put the blade away. "Can you stand?"

[onthebus]

"No, he left..." He muttered, deflating a bit, shoulders slumping. Sam was gone.

[to_rebel]

"Who left?" Cas honestly had no idea how to answer that particular mumble; he could guess at the origins, of course, but was vague enough to trip him up.

[onthebus]

"Sam left." He lifted the heel of his hand to his forehead, smearing the blood around more than he removed it. "Sam's gone. I'm alone. This is a game, this is not real." He trailed off, mumbling to himself, repeating the words like a mantra.

[to_rebel]

"This is very real." Impossible, perhaps, but very real. "Do you need another tissue?"

[onthebus]

He closed his eyes, lips moving silently in his mantra. He had to cling to the reality, the reality was that Michael and Lucifer were the only things that existed. Everything else was fluid, a lie, a falsehood.

He shivered a bit. "Yeah." He whispered.

[to_rebel]

Castiel handed him another tissue, certain that it wouldn't do much good at all, but Adam seemed to be disoriented. Very disoriented.

"Can you walk?"

[onthebus]

"I can run." He muttered, using the tissue to wipe the blood off his face, balling it up into his hand. "I can always run."

[to_rebel]

Castiel drew back a little, head tilted to the side. "There is no need to run. My truck is securely parked."

[onthebus]

He furrowed his brow slightly, uncertain. "What?"

[to_rebel]

Castiel's brow furrowed in return. "There is no need to rush. We are in a secure place." Sort of; close enough, he supposes.

[onthebus]

He stared at the man, confused and not certain he was meant to understand what had just happened. "Who are you?"

[to_rebel]

There was a moment when Cas just looked at Adam, brow furrowed and trying to find anything that would suggest why he was here -- and not in the cage. "I am Castiel."