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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]

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.

[onthebus]

Adam tilted his head to stare at the angel, frowning a little. "What does that even mean?"

[to_rebel]

"It means that I am not Michael." Castiel's expression tightens. "Or Lucifer."

[onthebus]

"No, Assbutt. I wondered." He squinted a bit, trying to make sense of this gap in reality. "Nobody gets out of the cage. Except Sam."

[to_rebel]

"If Sam got out, then it stands to reason that you could too." Cas motioned toward the jerky. "Eat something."

[onthebus]

"It will just make me more thirsty." He muttered, but obediently tore open the package and shoved a piece of it into his mouth. "HOw did Sam get out?"

[to_rebel]

In pieces, Castiel managed not to say. "An angel pulled him out."

[onthebus]

"An angel." He repeated slowly, head resting on his arm. He remembered to finish chewing, and to swallow, then smiled bitterly. "Guess they got the one they wanted."

[to_rebel]

Not to put too fine a point on it, yes. Castiel had no particular attachment to Adam and pulling two people out of the most heavily fortified area of hell was impossible. "Drink the water, too."

[onthebus]

"Figures." He muttered, mostly to himself. "They got me into this, why would they get me out of it." He took another mouthful of the water, swishing it around his mouth and closing his eyes with a small sigh.

[to_rebel]

Adam displayed an understandable bitterness, so Cas let that matter drop. "Better?" he asked, glancing at the water bottle in Adam's hand. "We're a few hours from Lebanon."

[onthebus]

"What's in Lebanon?" He asked rather than responding, head still resting loosely against his arm.

[to_rebel]

"Your brothers," Cas answered, "if they're not out on a hunt."

[onthebus]

He frowned, repeating the words silently to himself, mouthing out the shape of them. Sam...and Dean as well.

This felt like a trick, another one of Lucifer's games, or Michael's. Something of both of them? He closed his eyes tightly, mouthing 'enough' in Enochian several times before he blinked his eyes back open.

He was still in the truck, his mouth still tasted like salt. They were still driving.

[to_rebel]

Castiel waited him out, letting him run through this little ritual before speaking. He knew full well that an interruption before he finished would never convince him of its reality; that came from bitter personal experience.

So when Adam opened his eyes and looked around, Castiel waited a beat before saying anything. "I've told you: this is real. You are not in the Cage."

[onthebus]

He felt dazed, he decided. Like someone had hit him. That was the only really explanation for his current confusion. That and too many years spent being a chew toy for two angels. He wrapped his arms around his knees and sighed. "For how long?"

[to_rebel]

Cas snorted and shook his head. "I couldn't put you back in if I tried."