How can you end my affliction

[ofthursday]

Who: Castiel, Magneto, Chuck, Sam Winchester, maybe others
When: Night of February 8th
Where: HoA, maybe elsewhere
Summary: Castiel and Sam's not-so-secret secret comes out after a massive fight.
Warnings: Blood, violence, horrible decision-making, generally unpleasant subject matter. You're watching Supernatural.

Castiel's landing in the HoA was anything but graceful.

In fact, it really wasn't much of a landing as it was a controlled crash, the angel appearing from nowhere in a sound like shifting cloth and tangled feathers, followed shortly by a thump as he collapsed to the floor of one of the common rooms. He'd made it, just like last time; he was safe here, for now.

He couldn't begin to process trying to figure out what he was going to do, what might happen, how he was going to fix this. He couldn't even think about getting up, just laying in a heap and bleeding onto the carpet from a gash on his temple, half-soaked in water and shivering just slightly while he drifted in and out of consciousness.

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[paterelohim]

Chuck moved into place obediently, holding down Cas' arm with one deceptively strong hand and placing the other gently on Castiel's forehead. When Michael was concentrating and didn't need to be heard, Chuck said lowly, "Hey, listen to me- you're gonna be fine, okay?"

[ofthursday]

Castiel concentrated, focused, trying to watch what was going on, but everything was so hazy and it was hard to muster the energy to keep his eyes open. So he didn't; instead he stretched his angelic senses out, relying on his quietly humming grace instead of the failing body he was trapped in.

Suddenly things were clearer, and though it still took strength, he could focus this way. He was aware of Chuck's hand on his arm--which he really wanted off as he wasn't at all okay with being pinned down even in trying to help him--and of Michael's voice, then Chuck's.

He was about to try to respond to Chuck, though he wasn't sure with what, when he felt it. A nagging pressure against the edge of his senses; a presence, approaching the house fast. And he knew immediately who it was, the individual carrying an echo of Castiel's own grace.

His eyes snapped open again and he shifted, finding his voice somewhere with a surge of adrenaline. "Wait."

[magnetic_magpie]

The snap in Castiel's nervous system alerted Magneto, and he was already pausing, body tensing,

"What?"

Around him, ozone thickened a little. Not enough to harm anything but enough to telegraph that he was suddenly very alert.