City of Angels (Open)

[CASTIEL]

Castiel was confused. One moment he was in a graveyard in Kansas yelling towards Michael and calling him an ‘assbutt’ and then being blown up. Then resurrected by God and everything from that moment changed when Dean asked him if he was God and then he explained that he wasn’t God and that he would have to help restore order in Heaven. However, as soon as he stepped into Heaven things changed. Michael was back and chaos in Heaven was restored. That left Castiel nothing to do expect for get tortured by Michael and such.

He had finally learned his lesson and learned from Michael that he was going to still use Adam as his vessel. Castiel didn’t like the idea, but decided not to get in the middle of it as he was sent back to Earth to investigate things. It was kind of weird to be back on Earth. Castiel didn’t even visit Sam or Dean. He figured that the two wanted to be alone and he did just that. Now he found himself in Sunny California. He just wanted a nice place.

And California was a nice place. He sat in a bar glancing at his phone wondering if he should call Sam or Dean. He just wasn’t sure how to do it. It annoyed him. He gazed up at the barmaid as she asked him what he would like to drink and he ordered a beer. He needed some alcohol in his system after the last few months he had. Once handed the beer he drank it as he just stared at the phone. He really wanted to call them, but at the same time didn’t want to bark on their parade. Maybe they were having a normal life.

Like that would ever happen. He sighed as he drank his beer just gazing around the bar area. There were so many people in this bar that he wondered what everyone doing just sitting around. It was like it was some kind of lousy place.

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• WORDS: 338
• TAGGED: open
• NOTES: not really...lol
• LYRICS: kansas - carry on my wayward son
• MADE BY: MOI!

[ILANI MOONBLOOD]

Dance with the devil
Don't be shy
Nothings gonna stop us
We cant die
Sleepin in a bed
Waking up outside
At least I can say I tried

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“Is it wrong to want to castrate my insurance agent?” A voice sighed as its owner looked balefully down at the scarred wood of the bar counter in front of her. “I mean, he’s a really nice guy; always answering the phone with that friendly voice and a special ‘hi Ilani’ without me even having to tell him who it is. And for my birthday, he even brought a cake to my bar. And it wasn’t one of those cheap cakes, either, but a really nice ice cream cake with green icing; my favorite color. So is it so wrong that after ten years of such wonderful service, I want to kill him?”

“Yeah, probably,” The counter answered, and the poor woman almost jumped out of her skin. Looking up from the drink that she was currently playing with, she glared at the drunk who was staring at her.

“Well, it’s not,” She huffed. “He shut down my bar for a whole month. After all that niceness, he saw one fight and he deemed my place ‘too rowdy’ for the agency to cover. Too rowdy, I’ll show him ‘too rowdy’. He should’ve shown up during my Howling Hour; then things would’ve gotten interesting. The next time I see Henry, I’m gonna have a grapefruit knife and a pot of boiling water all ready and rarin’ to go…” Her mouth was open to say more, but as the unfamiliar man stood abruptly and scuttled off to the other side of the room, she had no chance.

Darn. There went another amiable drunk. At this rate, she’d have all the regulars cleared out come 1 o’clock.

With a low thud, she sighed dramatically as her head hit the counter. She missed her bar. She missed the crowds, the fights, the angry MADD mobs that liked to picket the sidewalk near the alley. She missed her music- loud, grungy and sporting way too much electric guitar- and the smoky atmosphere. But most of all, she missed her clientèle; the criminals, gang bangers, parolees, ‘mobsters’ and, most of all, the bikers. She just didn’t know how she’d last a whole month without those loud, obnoxious, burly men to use as punching bags.
It was enough to make the poor girl cry.

Forehead still resting against the counter, she pulled her arms out from under her chin, red painted nails shining in the dim lighting as she pulled her wavy brown hair back from her cheeks, securing it with a sparkly black tie. Knee high biker boots clunked loudly as she plopped her foot down on the rung at the bottom of the stool next to her, resulting in a glare that she readily returned, and as she waved at the bartender to order another stiff one, she couldn’t help but pluck absently at the loose material of the Nickelback t-shirt she’d thrown on that morning.

Her flickered around the bar, landing on various patrons chatting it up around her. Let’s see…drunk, drunk, frat boy, girl looking to get laid, guy who was staring at his phone as if he were looking for the secret of eternal life—

"Lanie, honey, baby, sweetheart, please stop screaming 'castration'. You're starting to make my customers twitch," Larry- or whatever his name was- owner and operator of the little joint she'd found herself spending some well earned money in, pleaded, jerking her attention back to the present. A balding man with a Santa Claus face and some really good intentions, it was obvious that he was trying to make her feel better by means of sarcasm.

Bad move, Larry. Very bad move.

"Larry, he took. My bar. Away." She said, waving her drink around for a good measure, scooting off of her stool to face the man.

"I'm aware of that, Lanie," Larry replied, chubby face pulled down in a frown.

"Are you aware?" She said with a dramatic air. "Are you aware that the little gerbil said that my place was too unruly? That it was too much of a liability risk to keep it open, and that the company wouldn't cover me? And that, because I don't have the proper insurance, the flipping MAYOR is trying to shut me down, 'cause he's hoping that renovating the whole block will win him votes and I refused to let my baby get torn down?"

"...Er, no--"

She cut him off, in full swing now, unaware at how many people had turned to stare. "AND, to make things even better, I've got an infestation!"

Larry, now a bit pale, looked up at her with a dazed expression on his face. "An infestation?"

"Yes, an infestation," She swung her shot glass around in a half circle, allowing herself just two minutes of venting before she reclaimed her cool. "I've got fifteen pre-Civil War soldiers howling about 'Miss Kitty's Pretty Titties', because I told them that I would NOT find their families and tell them that their brother/husband/father/uncle/flipping TOOTHFAIRY, loved them, and hugs'n'smooches." Seeing the look on poor Larry's face, she cleared her throat with a cough and sat back down onto her stool. "And that's all that you should be aware of."

Larry, for his own part, did not break down crying like the last drunk she'd ranted at. For all of his Chris Cringle-ing, he held himself admirably.
And ran the hell away from her as fast as those stubby legs could carry him.

Flipping off one of the college kids who glared at her for chasing the bartender away, Ilani tipped back her head and finished off her drink, coughing at the unfamiliar burn that flew down her throat. "Gah. Cheap liquor. That's all this place has; cheap flipping liquor."

Bending over the bar- and pointedly ignoring the catcalls she was getting behind her, as her skirt rode up to a place she was too irritated to feel embarrassed about- she snagged a bottle of whiskey from behind the counter, popped off the top and filled her glass.

Then, like any good bar owner, she offered some to the closest person there.
And please, God, say that the man with the puppy eyed stare at his cell wasn't a dead somebody looking for help finding some long lost love. But hey; at least he wasn't singing about Lady Martha's Bountiful Bosom.

"Whiskey?" She asked the nice man kindly, pasting a friendly smile on her face. "As payment for scaring the bartender away? And for sounding absolutely crazy? I promise, I won’t bite you. Unless I’m asked to, anyway."

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[ISRAFIL]

None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfil,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of her voice, all mute.

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ISRAFIL

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Israfil happened to be the archangel that brought Donna Winchester back from the lengths of hell. Sure, she didn't like the idea but it was what she was told to do. After that things were different for the angel of judgment day. Israfil hadn't walked among earth for decades and she didn't know what to expect from the humans of this time. She appeared in the state of California where she sensed another angel in the area, Castiel.

She admired Castiel in a way but never admitted it. He was a soldier worthy of all he has done. She then again appeared in front of the building where he was located. Walking into the bar she glanced around with the hazel eyes of her vessel until she spotted Castiel sitting down enjoying himself in human drinks. She went to sit next to him her eyes facing straight forward "Why sorrow yourself in these humanly ways Castiel?" She asked then looked at the liquor he was holding.

Israfil had ignored others around her and was focused on him. She had been with Donna and Sandra since raising Donna and had fought in some battles along with them. Lucifer rising wasn't what Israfil wanted but, it was the younger Winchesters that pursued this destiny. "You have done well for yourself, brother." She spoke again in a firm tone as an archangel would normally speak. Israfil could sense other things that were in the building with them but, she would deal with them in her own time. Right now her fellow angel was what she concerned for.

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[CASTIEL]

Castiel was just playing with his cellphone not sure how to even work it. It had been a long time and it hated that he couldn’t get a hold of all of these human technologies. It had really been that long since he had been in a vessel and the cellphone seemed to be different. At least the alchol seemed to be the same that was the best part. He placed the cellphone down as he noticed that someone was offering him some kind of beverage.

He slowly nodded his head. “That would be uh nice” the angel said with a smile as he awaited for her to pour him a glass of Whiskey. He could have taken the entire bottle, but he was trying to act human and acting human wasn’t something he had done in a while. He chuckled as made some sort of conversation. “I’m glad you won’t bite…” he said trailing off as he felt a strong presence in the area.

The strong presence felt like an archangel and his head started to hurt. He started to rub his forehead. However, as he rubbed his forehead the archangel began to speak to him. He placed his hands off of his forehead and glanced at the archangel. “Yes drowning my sorrows away with humanly drinks” the angel mumbled hoping that the women who had offered him a drink wouldn’t get the impression that he was some kind of freak.

He then listened to his sister and slowly nodded his head in agreement. Yes, he had done well and he was happy to be back as an angel and not be turned human. However, he still had some human emotions. “Thank you for the compliment but I haven’t done anything good in a while” he said as he gazed over at the owner of the bar hoping she would be pouring him some whiskey. He really needed it.

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• WORDS: 328
• TAGGED: Ilani and Israfil ISRAFIL
• NOTES: not really...lol
• LYRICS: kansas - carry on my wayward son
• MADE BY: MOI!

[ISRAFIL]

None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfil,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of her voice, all mute.

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ISRAFIL

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Israfil faked what humans called a smile. She was emotionless like most angels among heaven. Of all the angels that served her father Castiel was her favorite, she never mentioned it to anyone not even the angel himself. She was still the angel in Heaven but, preferred to walk among humans to understand them more the she did centuries ago. "I suppose you are correct. But, you are still an angel Castiel." She said with her wise words. All the angels knew of Israfil or so she hoped. She wasn't the one to judge after all what her job was.

She watched his movements of drinking the whiskey. Tilting her head she lifted a glass full of the same thing and looked at it. "Every one of us has a purpose you were to set Dean on the right course and we all know how stubborn he could be." She said again only by what she heard. The Winchesters were quite a subject up in Heaven after all Dean was Michael's vessel and Sam Lucifer's. She only wanted to know why Dean wasn't so giving to being a vessel.

She then looked at the human serving these drinks and asked for a refill. When getting it she tried some and didn't feel anything at all not even a taste. "What is the use of this?" She asked Castiel still wondering why he chose the human ways but with some small understandings. Israfil hadn't been among humans for decades she would have to be taught.

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[CASTIEL]

Castiel glanced at Israfil as it seemed that she faked a smile. He didn’t get why someone like her would fake a smile. She had been amongst the humans for a long time and he was surprised that she didn’t collect the emotions of humans. He was certain that someone like her would get something like that. However, he seemed to be wrong at it. He just shook his head as she spoke about how he was an angel. Yes, that was true. He just didn’t say anything to her as he continued to sip of his drink.

He glanced over at her as she examined the glass full of whiskey. He didn’t understand why she was just staring at it. He was going to tell her to drink it, but figured she would figure it out on her own. He just blinked at her as she mentioned that he did have a proper use. He chuckled at the bit of Dean being stubborn. Yes, Dean was indeed stubborn. He was hard to maintain, yet Castiel became friends with him. Who would have thought a angel and a human would be friends it just seemed awkward.

He finally spoke as she asked what the use for drinking way. “Because I needed something to feel and that is something I can feel” the angel remarked towards the other angel wondering if she understand what he meant. If she didn’t understand what he meant he would be glad to explain it? He was that kind of angel that would explain things to other angels, but he knew that sometimes they wouldn’t understand.

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• WORDS: 272
• TAGGED: Israfil
• NOTES: not really...lol
• LYRICS: kansas - carry on my wayward son
• MADE BY: MOI!

[ISRAFIL]

None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfil,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of her voice, all mute.

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ISRAFIL

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Israfil glanced at the small cup with liquid in it knowing to stare long humans would think of something. She then blinked her eyes and asked for a drink as well. She would have to copy Castiels movements and when the human filled her glass Israfil held it in her hand before drinking the whole thing down not feeling anything. "I feel nothing." She spoke again then looking at the glass in all different directions then placing it back down onto the hardened bar table.

She asked for another but then let this one sit on the table. Israfil didn't understand the emotions but, she got a small glimpse through others. She still didn't know the concept of feeling. "What is the meaning of feeling?" She asked like a mere child to a parent. Angels had their own concept of what feelings were but, not humans. Israfil was ready to listen she gave her full attention to the fallen angel while ignoring others and their vile pity remarks.

"Explain please brother." She said again putting her hands together and sat completely still. Israfil would ignore her duties and stay like a domesticated dog. She was in the mood to listen and what humans called relaxing. Israfil had yet not met Dean but, knew a complete mirror of him known as Donna. Donna was stubborn as well Israfil pulled her out of hell and all she got was an attitude. Israfil could simply relate to Castiel and his thoughts towards the Winchesters.

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