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One Literal Angel and Castiel.
Chris - July 18th
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Castiel had always been bad at the part of hunting that required him to have conversations with others- though he had gotten better with time- and yet he had no idea how this would go. He had never had conversations where he wasn't pretending to be human to start- and some sort of authority after that. (Though he supposed, depending on what you considered his level in the garrison at the moment he still technically had authority. It was just a higher authority than any of those on Earth.)

He had heard of this fellow- a kind man who knew magic, including magic that was relevant to portals. Cas figured that though Dean may have no complaints about him staying, the angel still needed to find a way back to his own time- if only so that he could return if he was required. He sat on a bench in the borough of his particular target for the day- the angel had time after all.

He also figured he was more likely to run into the fellow here where neither of his lookalikes lived or ventured into every day. Castiel's patience was rewarded as only three hours later, the very same man he was looking for shambled down the road. Standing up abruptly he went to speak to him.

"Excuse me. I've heard you are a magician. My name is Castiel- I am an Angel of the Lord. And I was wondering if you could help me with a curse that was cast on me."
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Christian tended to avoid the more densely populated boroughs unless he needed to be there for something. The one he hailed from, which looked like a more peaceful Gotham meshed quietly with a gentle Central City and his old school from Georgia, was one of the least crowded places in Hub. And while he wasn't the greatest fan of sticking around it, he did often find himself wandering through his home borough to eat a quiet lunch in the park or just sit on one of the benches there and think.

So far that he knew of, it was only him, Safi, Jim, Belle, and Thea here, and that made this area of Hub a little safe. Especially considering that he personally knew each of them personally, and Belle and Jim were family.

There were the ghosts, too, of course, but while Christian recognized people he knew, or had seen in both Central and Gotham, he didn't usually approach them. Sure, he waved to Edward when the huge man passed him, or gave Miss Mercy a polite nod, but Chris didn't interact as he might have with the ‘real’ versions of them at home.

When a man stood from a nearby bench along the sidewalk, Chris didn't really think much of it until the man was in the sidewalk, blocking Christian’s path. That definitely gave the small man pause; Chris would prefer to run than to fight.

"Excuse me. I've heard you are a magician. My name is Castiel- I am an Angel of the Lord. And I was wondering if you could help me with a curse that was cast on me."

Wait...What?

Chris blinked almost blankly at Castiel, disbelief evident in how little he reacted. He had met plenty of very crazy people in both Gotham and Central, but none who had known he was a magician or had asked for his help. Especially in the magic capacity. So…. yeah.

Chris did believe in angels. He believed in God, and he had been raised in the Southern Baptist culture. He believed. But he was also practical, and knew that mental illness was the more likely cause of Castiel’s claim. “I’m…. Not entirely certain that I can help you how you need. What kind of curse is this?” He would not, could not, simply brush Castiel’s request for help aside. And Chris could not dismiss the claim entirely, either. He had met Iron Man and Captain America here in Hub, after all. An angel was totally possible. But he wasn't going to just assume it was true, either.
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Castiel nodded acknowledgement to the man speaking to him- but the angel was fully capable of seeing the disbelief in the other man's eyes. With a nod he straightened up slightly and pulled his angelic mojo out to see. His eyes started glowing blue- his everything started generally glowing- and his burned and torn wings spread in shadows behind him along the ground. "Do you believe me now?" He asked quietly. With a deep breath he sucked the energy back in before he did damage to the magician's eyes.

Feeling strangely weak having pulled on the vestiges of his grace like that, Castiel stumbled back over to the bench he had been sitting on. He found it likely that he had intrigued the other man enough that he would follow him over to where the angel had unceremoniously plopped down. He flipped his coat out from underneath him rather than sitting on it.

Speaking gravely he explained. "I believe it's called an attack dog curse- it makes the cursed go rabid and attack anyone who the caster tells them to. For an angel, the spell continues to work it's way deeper as they become unable to differentiate between threats and innocents and go entirely rabid." Cas said staring at his hands, leaning forward on his knees. Eventually he looks up at Chris with a sigh.

"I don't expect you to necessarily have a way to help me. Rather I'm enacting a sort of no stone unturned policy for me right now."
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While Chris was an honest-to-goodness faithful man, he was practical, and he knew better than to just buy into the whole ‘I’m an angel’ thing as well as the ‘I’m an alien’ thing, because that was a thing, but it didn’t mean that every claimant was telling the truth, either. So yes, faithful, but less than gullible.

Right up until the guy started to glow and he had shadowy wings behind him and…

And holy cow the man was an angel. A real, honest-to-goodness, actual Angel of the Lord and wasn’t that just something? No, not something, that was all the things. Every last one of them. Christian’s eyes went as big as saucers and he stared at the ground where the shadows of Castiel’s wings had been. A real Angel. A real one.

What had he said his name was?

Castiel. He’d introduced himself as Castiel, an Angel of the Lord. Castiel was… The Angel of Tears, Saturn, and…

And he was the Angel of Temperance.

Christian could feel his stomach churn, excitement and terror warring with each other in there. The Angel of Temperance, and Chris had drawn the Temperance card not all that long ago from Miss Zatara’s tarot deck.

And he’d drawn the Lovers card, too, as what he wished for, and wasn’t that terribly accurate, too? Chris blinked slowly, then moved quickly to where Castiel had stumbled over and sat on the bench, frowning at the man - no, the angel - as he considered what the angel was telling him. “I believe you.” Christian nodded rapidly, with enough force to hurt his head, “I do.”

An attack dog curse. The Angel of Temperance was asking for help to break this curse before he became… Rabid. “I’ll do everything I can. I can look up everything I can. And worst case scenario, I can… My magic, my speciality, the thing I’m best at, is sympathetic magic. I can try that if I can’t find any other ways to help you. I’ll rid you of your curse.” One way or another, Christian couldn’t promise, but he could make it his whole life until it happened.

Or until Castiel succumbed to the curse and murdered him. But Chris was really hoping that wouldn’t happen. “Consider your policy my policy. I will look everywhere for a cure.”
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Castiel had watched with interest as the magician's eyes went wide. That implied he trusted Cas's claim instead of assuming some sort of illusion- Good. He could probably prove it had it been required but considering how tired he was as it is- it seemed for the best that this man could trust in angels.

He gave a tired but grateful smile when this belief was confirmed out loud. "Thank you." He offered softly as he looked at Christian. Castiel was slightly surprised by the man's overwhelmingly enthusiastic offer- wondering if he had somehow missed part of the conversation- but that surprise was cut off as he moved to cut the magician off.

"I appreciate the offer but not only have I lived eons longer than you but this particular curse would liquefy your brain in less than an hour." He explained before wondering whether he should have worded that more delicately. Castiel wasn't certain how to politely word the topic of brain melting. He offered a shrug he had learned from the Winchesters.

"It is also not immediately pressing since I am cut off from the source of the course's power and it has let me free for the time being. It is simply that I wish to find an answer before I attempt to return to my own time again." He explained bluntly, not bothering to dance around the intricacies of his position in the hub. "I just want to be able to help Dean- And Sam." Castiel explained, forgetting for a moment to mention the taller brother- not that it would matter since he doubted the other man would recognize the name.
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There was magic in the world, and Christian knew it. So yes, it was possible that Castiel could be pretending, that his show of wings and power was an illusion. But Christian was a magician, if not a very learned one, and he could sense magic at work, and that.. Was not exactly what this was.

So yeah. Angels. Christian had grown up religious, and while he wasn’t one to hold to the religion, he retained his Faith. Angels were something that were, for Chris, very possible. Very real.

Hearing Castiel’s plight, it was horrible! A curse to make you attack someone else on cue, and worse than that, it would drive him insane… That wasn’t something that should be able to be done to an Angel… They were… Holy. Sacred. Close to God.

Castiel’s blunt statement was met with an arched brow from Christian. He hadn’t actually offered to take the curse on himself, but… He would, if it would save Castiel. Because Castiel was an angel. “Uh huh.” Chris shrugged, “Look, it’s not exactly a tempting thing… Not tempting at all, in any way, actually. Like, I’d rather eat straight fondant, without even cake to wash it down… And for sure I’d like to exhaust every other avenue and idea possible; there’s a lot of magic out there, and a lot of ways to use it, and somewhere out there, there’s a way to get rid of your curse. And we happen to be in a convergence of universes, which means we have access to resources and knowledge that we, or I at least, would not have otherwise had.” Christian offered Castiel a smile, “So brain melting is a last ditch emergency plan.”

He grew more serious, nodding, “Look, better me than you, so… Like you just said, you have people to help. So I’m happy to research and try things until we find what we need.” Or until it became a thing and Castiel had no other viable options.
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Castiel's brows furrowed as the other man nonchalantly ignored the danger to himself. The angel simply didn't understand- and opened his mouth to voice such concerns. "You are one of my father's precious creations- He built you in his image. I am nothing but a toy soldier built for your defense." Cas offered quietly putting a hand on the other man's shoulder. The angel shook his head slightly. "I could not forgive myself if I allowed you to die in my place- when this curse is not even guaranteed to do lasting damage to me."

Dropping his hand back down to his own lap he clasped it together with his other one and ducked his head in a nod that he had more to say. "I-" He frowned slightly, trying to figure out the best way to word his misdoings. "I have been the death of many of my brethren. I may be an angel, but I am replaceable. I am simply one of many even among my garrison." Castiel offered quietly- despite knowing in his heart of hearts that it wasn't true. Castiel may not be replaceable- but it was not necessarily a bad thing. Cas wasn't sure how much 'Good' he had done in the world. At times it seemed like his existence did much more harm than anything.

Shaking his head free of the dark thoughts he sighed at himself. Castiel allowed a small smile to replace his frown- a thing he learned from humans 'Fake it 'til you make it.'

"Thank you." Castiel offered quietly. "There is a person-people- that I feel a need to protect."
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It wasn’t like Christian didn’t have any sense of self preservation. He did. He really, honestly did. But he was also willing and able to be self sacrificing for others. “We are both two of our Father’s creations. You-” Chris stopped to blink at Castiel, “You’re an angel!” Seriously, were angels all like this? Did they all think to put humanity over themselves? “I’m one of billions, just on my planet, in my reality. And being a soldier… You should appreciate the fact that I’m… Really not. I’m just a PA. I don’t do anything great, I don’t fight bad guys or protect other people. I just… Put together parties and make sure people who are more important to the company than I am have and keep to their schedules. And fetch coffee and dry cleaning. Answer the phone.” He shrugged, “And I think going insane will cause lasting damage, Castiel.” Maybe he’d get over it physically, get his mind back, but even if he did, it was going to have lasting effects.

Christian frowned at Castiel’s words. “So…” He was trying to wrap his head around what the angel was saying. “We already discussed this I think. One of how many? More than billions? Are there really billions of angels in heaven?” He shifted, uncomfortable at the questions such a thought brought to mind. Questions that he had no right to ask. He watched Castiel carefully, frowning as he did. “No one is replaceable, Castiel. Just some people are less unique than others. Pretty sure that goes for angels, too.”

Good was relative. Good was… Difficult. Fake it till you make it. Yeah, Chris knew a little bit about that. He was often faking his happiness, his friendliness. He was a lonely man with few friends and a lot of trust issues, but people didn’t know that. A person? “They’re lucky. Your person. People.” Christian turned his gaze away, looking out into the middle distance, losing himself for a moment, “It’s nice to be protected, but it makes you worry. About the person who feels so obligated to protect you. About what might happen to them. About whether you’re worth protecting.”
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Castiel sighed and shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Soldiers are supposed to protect those who do not fight. Regardless of how important some might feel they are." He glanced at Christian. "If there is nothing left for a soldier to protect, then what is the soldier for?" He would have been content to muse for a while longer, but Christian made some remark about not recovering from insanity and Castiel found himself chuckling softly.

"I beg to differ." He offered softly. "I took my friend's insanity on to myself at one point- and I believe the worst that happened was that I ended up nude and covered with honey on a friend's car. I have since recovered." He explained, though Castiel felt a small warmth creep up his neck- as the full weight of said action set in on him and he recalled the expression on Dean's face.

Castiel could also see that Christian had more questions than simply how mcny angels there were. "The number is hard to pin down- with recent events- but that's not the question you want to ask- is it?" He glanced at the man at his side. "You need not hold back."

He watched Christian as he replied- noticing the other man had caught his slip of the tongue, Castiel stopped trying to deny it. "My person- and his brother- feel the need to protect the whole world- to give me more chances than I deserved- so I understand the feeling of the one who is protected. It is part of the reason why I-" love him. Castiel swallowed and corrected himself before the words fell out of his mouth. "Feel the need to protect them in turn."
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“Sure, but if all the soldiers die, then it leaves the non-combatants open like sitting ducks.” It was true enough, wasn’t it? Chris disliked the idea of anyone having to get hurt, but he’d rather it be him than Safi or Castiel. An actual, real angel. That was.. Incredible. Just incredible.

Chris looked at Castiel, blinked, and then tipped his head to the side slightly, “And ending up nude and covered with honey on your friend’s car didn’t leave a lasting impression on you or your friend?” He wasn’t speaking about physically, but rather emotionally speaking? Yeah, if he ended up on his best friend’s car naked and covered in honey? Well, Chris didn’t have many friends, and his ‘best’ ones were… He didn’t think Jaya even owned a car, and Safi… Oh god. Safi. He blinked, then blushed at the idea of that and the mess it would lead to before he shook his head, “Because, uh, it would definitely leave an impression with me and the people I know.”

The questions that Christian had were… Bad.

Blasphemous, really, if you got down to it.

Because you really weren’t supposed to question God and heaven, right?

He winced at the accusation that the question wasn’t the one he wanted to ask, because no, it wasn’t. And apparently Castiel knew it. He looked down, shaking his head slowly, “Oh, no, pretty sure not asking is a good thing… It’s not…” He looked up, “If there’s so many angels, Castiel, then why don’t you help? Why don’t people see you? I mean…” he took in a deep breath, “I don’t mean to question, I don’t, because I know I probably won’t understand whatever the answer is, but… I pray, every night. And I know we need to take care of ourselves, but sometimes.. It would give a lot of people an awful lot of hope, to see angels in the world.”
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