The sense of rejection quickly followed. He couldn’t help this demon at all, again, feeling useless in these situations, but again, angels are not built to help demons. The only thing Castiel can do is just help Ky with whatever he needed. “Is there anything else I can do to help with the illness? Maybe I can go get you some supplies?” It’s the least he can do, even if he is to be rejected again, the feeling of aiding others is too strong to ignore.
he wanted to say that he was completely alright; to play it off as simply something that would go away on it’s own. the only problem was it wouldn’t — not unless he manged to fix himself properly and that could take days to get the proper ingredients needed for the spell work,
❝ —— i should have what i need here. it won’t be a real fix… haven’t been able to find one, but should work for a few days…. just until i can get something to last longer. ❞
❝ i HIGHLY doubt that. ❞ a snort escaped his lips shortly after his words ; it didn’t matter if castiel just feared anything, in his mind, he barely trusted the angel to NOT smite him where he stood. though, most of the angels he came across were SMITE and not talk — though, there also were REASONS for that. if ky had a choice, he would have KILLED all of them, but he barely could hold his own against ONE — let alone an army.
either way, he took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. he couldn’t just RUN away from this — not when he had an ANGEL who seemed to CARE on his trail,
❝ —- i don’t think… ❞ he trailed off for a few moments as he made his way to open the door,
❝ —– i’m FINE, cas. ❞ he wasn’t, not by a long shot as it was already clear his body was COVERED in deep cuts, but in his mind, that was his OWN problem and no one else’s,
He’s right you know. Angels are not suppose to mix themselves with demon, but then again. Look what happened between he and Meg. They got along just fone, even if the Winchesters condoned the relationship. “I don’t see why I shouldn’t help. You haven’t given me a reason to not to.” All Castiel likes to do is help people, even if it meant helping the enemy. In some cases. In this particular one, a demon that he doesn’t know needs help and the young seraph can’t help himself from walking away on someone.
while he might have not gave a reason as of yet, that didn’t mean that he would never do so. it didn’t matter what he did or even tried everyone would want his head eventually and he knew it. therefore, he wanted to keep things short, and he could deal with… whatever he was feeling later. if he even made it that far,
❝ they all say that, but the reason is i exist. ❞ he took in a deep breath before letting out a few coughs,
Hellfirebound 