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.

Comments

[magnetic_magpie]

You might rest more comfortably with a heated mattress pad and a heated blanket than with all the layers in that case - they won't become hot enough to burn you, but they do generate more heat than piling on more blankets.

There's also cold-gear clothing developed for soldiers to retain more heat and keep them warmer.

[ofthursday]

[A heated blanket sounds nice, and he's intrigued by the idea of the special clothing too.]

I would be willing to try that.

[magnetic_magpie]

We have spare mattress pads and blankets - I'll bring it them to you in a bit.

Clothing - it's all base layer, underwear, socks, something similar to long underwear. Jubilee or I could pick up a couple sets for you to see if they help, if you'd like. There's no reason to be uncomfortable if there isn't a good reason for it.

[He fusses with his NV for a moment.]

Could I ask you something about Sam, this whole thing?

[ofthursday]

[He nods, both in understanding and at the question.]

What more do you want to know?

[magnetic_magpie]

You said this is new. How did it start?

[He has it filed it away for later that Castiel's blade it somewhere else - but he plans to fetch it.]

[ofthursday]

Drinking angel blood?

[He's quiet for a moment as he thinks about it.]

It started in August. Sam was influenced by something, and it made his need for demon blood worse. I was the only supernatural being near him and so he tried mine.

[And the most recent time...]

After Crowley arrived, he and Sam made a deal to supply Sam with demon blood. That lasted until late December until the agreement ran out. Sam and I were afraid it wasn't enough and Sam would withdraw, so I offered my blood until we could safely stop.

[It just hadn't gone that way.]

btw, cool if Mags does go play fetch the blade?

[magnetic_magpie]

And how did he start drinking demon blood at all? It doesn't seem like something that it would dawn on people to do?

[He was mulling over, trying to make sense of it.]

Sure! It's in the motel room covered in Sam blood~

[ofthursday]

He was given it as a child. A demon gave him the idea to drink it again much later, as a means of becoming powerful enough to kill the demon Lilith.

He'll clean it. And give it back to Cas the next day (so the day after this thread)

[magnetic_magpie]

As a child? Why would someone do that?

[His interest sharpens. Chthon had staked a claim on Wanda as a newborn. To use her as a vessel to break free of his prison.]

He'll appreciate it

[ofthursday]

It was done by another demon, Azazel. He was creating vessels for Lucifer; Lucifer's vessels require demon blood to be maintained.

Never let it be said Mags doesn't take care of those he deems **his**

[magnetic_magpie]

Azazel. There's a name I'm aware of, from home.

And it changed him?

Yeeeeees it's good he made him that sword to begin with

[ofthursday]

In a way. He began to develop psychic abilities even before he began drinking blood. Consuming a great deal of demon blood permanently changes an individual though, and he did so just before arriving here in the Port.

He's so glad he listens to his paranoia.

[magnetic_magpie]

I see.

[He becomes quiet for a few minutes, mulling something over.]

Prior to him consuming the amounts he did - are there ways of undoing what was done to him?

[ofthursday]

There was no need. Once withdrawal finished, he returned to himself with no permanent effects.

[magnetic_magpie]

I see.

[He doesn't, not completely, but he's aware it's not Sam he's thinking about right now.]

[ofthursday]

[He doesn't notice, eyes drifting shut part of the way. He's exhausted again, and though he can force himself to remain awake he doesn't really want to.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[He notices Castiel's state of exhaustion, notes it, and gets up slowly so not to startle him.]

I'm going to go pull the blanket and mattress pad out. When you are up next, I'll change the bedding out.

[No arguing. His job.]

[ofthursday]

[His eyes open all the way when Michael moves, but the other is successful in not actually startling him and he relaxes again soon after. He doesn't bother to put up any protest at the statement, just giving a small nods.

It's a moment later, and he might almost look like he's fallen asleep before he speaks suddenly, quietly.]

Thank you.

[magnetic_magpie]

You're welcome. Rest well.

[And he'll let himself out, unless Castiel stops him.]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel doesn't respond or protest, falling asleep again almost immediately.]