Overflowing feelings (Open)

[Castiel]

Another day, a bit of temptation and a world at ease. Castiel walked down the streets of a city, as he looked at the liquor store he remembered the times he had spent with Dean Winchester, it was a while since Dean had called for him. Cas had heard many calls from Sam. He didn't really think much to answer them, not with Heaven's small war on rules, or whom would be a candidate to possible rule. a lot of responsibility, and a few select Angels waiting in line. Cas appeared in the store, gave a quick glance around and took a few bottles from the shelf and read through the labels , He walked to the counter. "I will be acquiring these select bottles of feeling suppresses." Castiel took out his wallet and took out a 100 placing it on the table. "I show you my most gratitude, and i bid you a...nice day?" Cas questioned his play on words as he cocked his head and took the bottles from the counter and walked out of the store. The man shook his head and watched as Cas left the establishment.

As Cas looked across the street he saw a park. The flowers that surrounded it made him smiled. My father's creations, full of such exquisite beauty. He thought as he entered the park. Cas walked up a hill sitting by the flower bed as he touched a petal of the delicate creation as he opened the bottle downing the bottle. Making no facial expression as he looked at a woman that was now staring at him with a looked of disgust. "You have no right to look at me with such a disappointing look sister. You're no angel yourself, your poor husband should know about the Gardener? Don't you agree?" Castiel said harshly as she stood up walking away from him. Cas smiled as he downed another bottle. He then felt a presence behind him. He smiled as he didn't flinch in the slightest bit. "Welcome." He said not giving the respect of turning, if they wanted to address him they would walk to his eyes, not as if he didn't know whom it was already.

[Lorelei Creek]

Flowers at hand, she placed them in her purse that hanged like a jacket on a rack around her arm. Her knees pressed against the soft grass while she began gently pulling her flowers that she grew for the park.Walking out of her garden, she dug in her maze of a purse and pulled out keys to lock the gate. Placing them back in, she held the flowers lightly so they wouldn't crumble or worst die, death was such a horrible thing.

On her little stroll to the park she felt an odd presence almost unnatural or the other word she would use for such an aura was Angelic. Walking over to see an Angel drinking what seems to be beer? What was an angel doing with beer...maybe the angels were losing faith already. Walking behind him she smiled at his response, nodding her head." Castiel...I presume? I would ask why an angel was drinking...but sometimes people like to relieve tension that way but do you need any assistance?"

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