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

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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]

"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."

[onthebus]

He grunted rather than argue with the guy, leaning his head against the window and closing his eyes.

[to_rebel]

Apparently, Castiel would have to be somewhat more proactive with Adam. He sighed, disconcerted, and drove them both to the nearest convenience store -- a good twenty minutes away, at least. Cas drove in silence, only speaking after he'd parked the truck. "Do not move."

[onthebus]

He grunted softly in response, half dozing, it was quiet enough and the window was warm without being too hot.

[to_rebel]

Castiel watched him for a moment before deciding that Adam likely wasn't going anywhere. It only took a few minutes to grab a couple bottles of water and a bag of jerky; hopefully the kid liked jerky. When he returned, he set the bag on the seat between them. "You should drink something. There's beef jerky there, too."

[onthebus]

He cracked an eye open, some trace of wry humor curling his lips. "Are we making time on the Oregon trail? What if we get Dysentery?" He took the water though, even if it was a lie, taking slow, careful sips of it.

[to_rebel]

Cas gave him a sidelong look. "I don't believe that dysentery is a concern in this age." Drinking water and leveling sarcasm in his direction; perhaps he's getting better.

[onthebus]

"You never get my jokes." He complained softly, still slowly drinking the water. It tasted fine. No after taste of sulfur, no sharp, sour tang that characterized Michael's creations. Either Michael was getting better at it or he was getting immune.

[to_rebel]

Castiel leaned back in his seat, hand on the key in the ignition. "I've heard one of your jokes." Never might be an overstatement.

[onthebus]

He sighed, leaning his head against the window. "How long are you going to keep this up? I mean, this got old a few centuries ago."

[to_rebel]

Sam was so much better equipped to deal with this sort of thing than Castiel and he desperately wished that he was here. "I am Castiel, not Micheal." He honestly felt somewhat insulted by the mistake.

[onthebus]

"Right." He muttered, pressing his forehead to his knees. "This has to be a team up. I hate it when you get along with him. If you're fighting, you forget about me."

[to_rebel]

Cas sighed and honestly thought about letting his head thunk against the glass behind him. "I am not that assbutt." Yes, he knew it was a dumb insult; it was all he could come up with at the time and it had stuck.