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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]

That took a moment for Castiel to process. Ah, Adam was speaking as if he was still in the Cage, which was definitely causing confusion between them. "You are not in the Cage anymore. I don't know why."

[onthebus]

"I've had this dream before. Nothing gets out of the cage, just Sam, not me." He furrowed his brow, still mostly talking to himself. "Is this another reminder of that?"

[to_rebel]

Castiel frowned, trying not to feel too guilty about leaving Adam behind when he'd taken Sam from the Cage. "You are not listening to me, Adam. I know where Sam is. I can take you there."

[onthebus]

He laughed a bit at that, and slowly levered himself to his feet, stumbling a bit and swaying his head to try to balance himself. "He's gone. That's where he is. Just me now."

[to_rebel]

Perhaps reason won't work here. Castiel gestured, trying to herd Adam toward his truck. "No. I am here, too. Please get..." Wait, no, don't do that. He'll get blood everywhere. "Please stand by the truck. I believe there's a towel in the cab."

[onthebus]

He wandered to the side of the truck, slumping against the side and shoving his hand into his pocket. It seemed like he was going to have to play along.

That was what he always did. Could he really fight anymore?

He laughed softly to himself.

[to_rebel]

That was a lot of blood suddenly smeared on the outside of his truck. Castiel looks heavenward and sighs; he was ready to give up on more traditional ways of cleaning up and using his power to clean it all up. He'd given it thought in the first place, but Adam showing up out of the blue like that had alarmed him and set him on edge; he hadn't wanted to waste time and power on it when sometime else might well be waiting in the wings.

"Stand still," he said and reached for Adam.

[onthebus]

The laughter stopped immediately, and his entire body locked up. Fight or flight had long ago solidified into "freeze in sheer panic". His breath caught in his throat, and his chest ached. If that was because he had stopped breathing or because of the panic, he had never quite figured out.

[to_rebel]

Catiel hesitated as Adam froze; in fact, shut down in such a way that Cas almost drew back. He pulled his hand back ever so slightly before following through with touching Adam's forehead. It takes just a moment for the blood -- most of it -- to disappear.

[onthebus]

He remained perfectly still, waiting for the pain to come. Because he knew it was going to, he had already prepared his mind for the agony that would send him to the ground. Every muscle was tense in waiting for it, nerves hyper aware of everything.

Michael didn't make him wait, Lucifer enjoyed it.

[to_rebel]

Cas pulls his hand back, letting it hang at his side. Adam is still frozen and it's disconcerting, to say the least. "You can get in the truck now."

[onthebus]

A small shiver rocked him, and after a long delay he blinked. "What..?"

[to_rebel]

"You're clean. You can get in the truck now." Castiel takes a step back and crosses his arms. "I'm taking you to your brothers."

[onthebus]

He blinked again, licking his lips and flexing his hands, confused. "What?"

[to_rebel]

This time, Castiel pointed at the truck. "Get in. I'm driving. You're riding with me." He's not sure how much simpler he can make things, short of putting Adam to sleep and bodily shoving him into the truck.

[onthebus]

Confused, he fumbled for the door handle, still not sure what to make of anything that was happening. But he got the door open, and slid inside. Automatically, with a reflex he didn't remember, he pulled the belt on.

[to_rebel]

Castiel tried not to fall into impatience with this, but it was difficult, to say the least. He made sure the passenger side door was shut and closed his eyes for a moment. This was going to be a long drive.

He crossed to the driver's side and got into the truck. "Is there anything you need?"

[onthebus]

He played with the belt, head down, tugging on it quietly. "Need? I don't....." There had to be some hook here, something he was missing.

[to_rebel]

Castiel tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and canted his gaze toward Adam. "Do you need food or drink?"

[onthebus]

"It always tastes wrong..." He whispered, leaning against the window.

[to_rebel]

Castiel glanced at Adam, brow furrowed and solidly wishing that Sam or Dean was here. "You should drink something."

[onthebus]

He said nothing, staring out the window. This was a very persistent illusion, he still couldn't make sense of it.

[to_rebel]

Catiel allowed a moment or two to pass in silence before speaking. He called Adam's name, slightly demanding. "Do you need water?"

[onthebus]

"No. Nobody needs anything in hell." If he asked for something it would not work, and it would hurt. Disappointment always did.

[to_rebel]

Castiel canted his head to the side, not quite looking at Adam as he answered. "You are not in hell."