[Pain is all Castiel can feel as he regains consciousness, disoriented and confused, the Leviathan screaming and writhing in agony in his head. He moves a hand, awkwardly, trying to cover his ears in jerky motions that make it look like he's completely forgotten how to use his own vessel.
The Leviathan aren't dead, aren't dying, but they're badly hurt and even more thrown off than Castiel is. He moves a little more, weakly, still unable to coordinate well enough to open his eyes are even quite realize that he's in control again. The pain is so encompassing, both from the center of his forehead and from his throat.
His hand moves again, shakily, to touch the weapon buried in his neck and some part of his mind wants to start screaming and not stop, because he can't handle this. But the rest of him, traumatized but still able to react, pulls the weapon from his throat and presses against the blood that's beginning to spill out. Red blood, not black.
His grace is weak and damaged but it begins to move to close the vessels and stop the bleeding, and Castiel manages to open his eyes and suddenly it all hits him. He's conscious. The Leviathan are down but not out--the weapon only partially worked--but he has control and he has to do something.
His gaze falls on Crowley and he realizes something is terribly wrong. Somehow he manages to lurch up onto an elbow but he can't get the rest of his vessel to function yet, still in a state of incredible shock both mentally and physically.]
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The Leviathan aren't dead, aren't dying, but they're badly hurt and even more thrown off than Castiel is. He moves a little more, weakly, still unable to coordinate well enough to open his eyes are even quite realize that he's in control again. The pain is so encompassing, both from the center of his forehead and from his throat.
His hand moves again, shakily, to touch the weapon buried in his neck and some part of his mind wants to start screaming and not stop, because he can't handle this. But the rest of him, traumatized but still able to react, pulls the weapon from his throat and presses against the blood that's beginning to spill out. Red blood, not black.
His grace is weak and damaged but it begins to move to close the vessels and stop the bleeding, and Castiel manages to open his eyes and suddenly it all hits him. He's conscious. The Leviathan are down but not out--the weapon only partially worked--but he has control and he has to do something.
His gaze falls on Crowley and he realizes something is terribly wrong. Somehow he manages to lurch up onto an elbow but he can't get the rest of his vessel to function yet, still in a state of incredible shock both mentally and physically.]