keep breathing...

[thenigothigh]

Who: Castiel (thenigothigh), OPEN TO AUDIENCE
What: Getting hiiiiiiiigh.
Warnings: Will be given as they unfold. Though, drug use. That's the first warning.

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[torndownsoldier]

[Leaning in the doorway and looking simultaneously concerned, disapproving and aloof all at once] How's the high treatin' you?

[thenigothigh]

[ That's quite a mixed expression there but only Dean would be able to pull that off. ] Not high enough. At least not yet. [ Leaning over to pick up a bottle. ] Want some?

[torndownsoldier]

[Shaking his head] No thanks. I doubt I've got any of the illnesses those're actually meant for.

[thenigothigh]

Don't need the illness to reap the benefits. [ Shakey shakey shakey. ]

[ravengus]

After spending several hours in the empty sky, an interesting colored raven soars down to the ground below him, landing on a deck. Blinking around, he takes in his surroundings before hopping across the wood.

It seemed to be a camp of sorts, a few people here but none of them were the person he seemed to be looking for. He couldn't sense the puppetmaster that he worked with and didn't want to believe Yeo died.

[thenigothigh]

Castiel remained in his corridors, lighting incense in his rooms as he slowly worked his way higher and higher. He even putted on some music as he began to stretch and loosen any tension that seemed to come to him during his meditation.

[ravengus]

The noise and smells took the raven's interest as he hops over to the beaded doorway; although as he passes through, a few strands of the 'door' catch a hold of him. This causes him to panic, unable to pull himself free with his current appendages and he caws a little in frusteration.

[thenigothigh]

This noise startles Castiel from his refreshing break as he gets to his feet to investigate the sudden sounds of struggle. The crow temporarily caught in the beads catches his interest, as he reaches forward to free it and pick it up, "This is unusual... You sure are a curious one, aren't you?"

[humsmetallica]

Dean walked in just as Castiel decided to pop a few more pills. He snorted in what might have been disgust. "Sometimes I wonder what'll happen to you when we run out of medication," he said absently as he began to pace around the room.

[thenigothigh]

Castiel grinned over his shoulder at their fearless leader as he set the bottle aside. "If we run out...." he hummed, stretched forward to touch his toes, "Then I'll just learn to make my own. Or switch to marijuana. I'm sure raising them couldn't be too difficult."

[humsmetallica]

Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes even as he was looking anywhere but at Castiel. "And if I outlaw marijuana from the compound?" he asked casually.

[thenigothigh]

"You'll have a very whiney worker on your hands," he combatted effortlessly deciding suddenly that the dosage he had just taken wasn't nearly enough right now.

[waywardshepherd]

If he wasn't going out to faced them? Well, then one of those possible trials and tribulations was just going to let itself - himself - into the place Cas called home on the camp grounds.

"Can see you already decided to start without me." Alex gave one of his usual crooked grins as he shut the door behind himself, striding across the floor to seat himself near the former angel. He looked normal as usual, though there were more white bandages on him than there had been the day before. His left hand was wrapped in them, there was a bandage covering his right cheek, white bandages swathed his neck, and he had fresh stitches above one of his eyes. And, of course, there were the old scratches and bruises still fading.

It was something that was becoming sadly typical to see.

"Find what you're looking for yet?"

[thenigothigh]

"Far from it," he responded half heartedly, but grinned to Alex none the less. The bottle was passed along the floor as the angel stretched idly, "Another suicide mission from our fearless leader, I presume?"

It was hard not to notice all the bandages. As soon as the most recent one's seemed to heal, there appeared to be twice as many popping up on him the very next day. Not something Castiel was terribly pleased with but there was very little he could do to object the orders they were both given at this point. After all, he did trust Dean. He was sure there must have been some reason behind sending Alex on these odd missions.

[waywardshepherd]

"What else?" came the simple respond as he snatched the bottle off the floor. Really, there wasn't much else he did if it wasn't run an insane mission for Dean or hang out with Cas. Nobody else seemed to enjoy his presence around here, after all.

He popped open the bottle, tapping only the required two pills into his hand dry swallowing them before he recapped the bottle and handed it back to the addict. He didn't really like to get his high from the pills, using them only to ease the ache from his injuries as they were supposed to be used - if he was getting high, it was from the other's stash of marijuana and that only. He spent a lot of time with Cas, but it didn't mean he'd picked up all of the other's habits, contrary to popular belief in the little squad of survivors.

He leaned back against the wall with a sigh, closing his eyes and relaxing. "You been in here again all day?" It was a light jab, but he couldn't really blame Cas if he had been in here all day. Not like going outside was much better these days.

[thenigothigh]

It was hard to think of any other way Alex may have received those wounds, aside from maybe falling off on a repair job or something of that sort. He merely gave a shrug to the other as he waited for the high to make it's round.

Cas was quite glad that his friend had only picked up a handful of his bad habits. The marijuana did seem like a good idea right about now as the pills weren't providing nearly as much of a high as he was hoping they would and with Alex here now, alive, it seemed like they had all the more of a reason to celebrate.

"All day..." he nodded. Going outside tended to make him depressed recently, so it was either call an orgy as a visionary love guru or sleep the day away. Today was spent doing the second on the list. He scrambled to his feet after a moment to fetch the usual saviour for when things weren't going as grand as he wished they were.

[3_isacrowd]

Artimus had just completed his rounds of the camp and headed for Castiel's hut to check on the other ex-angel. His vessel's body was fairly pale from the constant loss of blood, thanks to the sigils that Sandrath placed on it; which sent Finnagin to an early grave and was now eating away at his life-span.

"Castiel?" He called out in to the room as he stepped through the beaded doorway with shut eyes, just incase he was intruding on something he shouldn't be.

[thenigothigh]

For the more naive angel boy, he was walking in on nothing more then the former Angel of Thursday's resolute dealing of transformation. Angelic being to mortal human. In other words, Castiel was doing nothing more than getting himself high.

His eyes lazily went to the doorway when Artimus had entered, raising his eyebrows, "Something up?"

[3_isacrowd]

Well, there had been the odd time where he's accidentally stumbled across one of those orgy-days and he didn't want to have a repeat. At the reply, he opens one eye, surveying the room quickly before opening the other and relaxing a little.

"Not really. Just making sure you haven't exceeded a certain amount, orders from the leader." He sighed before stepping over. "Aside from that, I came by to see how you're doing. Judging by what I'm seeing so far, you are fairing much better than I."

[thenigothigh]

He rolled his eyes at Dean's oddly observant behaviour, but regardless he did feel complimented slightly to know how protective their leader persisted to be over him. Castiel breathed out slowly, and gave a shrug.

"Only slightly. I think you'd do well to get used to taking medication. It makes the weight of the fall a little more manageable."