text; un impala67

[venatoris]

i've got no idea if this place has as much of a boner for offing us as the last one, but judging from the looks of it, i'm gonna go with yeah.

that said, if you're in trouble and you need a Hunter to come help kick some ass, ping me. if i'm close, i'll come.

[ look how benevolent, this is character growth™.

and now for some private messages; ]


private to ou!sam, au!sam, and au!cas--

sam, sammy, cas - i found the cabin. it looks different, but i can tell its ours. it's up in some district called ache - the impala's here, and so's bones and mr. ed. let me know if you need a pickup.

private to wanda maximoff--

hey. can i ask you a huge favor?

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text; un: 42069 (private)

[foolintherain]

ache... that's in the forest outside of the city

in the forest full of monsters and beasts where "many who venture don't come back."

[ Like he's not surprised but also please, Dean. We just got here. Can't you enjoy life for five minutes before throwing yourself directly into mortal peril, alone. ]

1/2

[venatoris]

[ Cas, your username kills him. ]

Yeah.

[venatoris]

There's farms out here.

[foolintherain]

[ Have you considered: Impala69 ]

there's also blood-hungry beasts out there, from what i hear. a lot of them

are the roads even paved well enough for the impala?

[ You could've asked Sodder for a jeep, but noooo, had to be Baby. Like Cas gets it but also you're a real pain in his ass, Dean Winchester. ]

[venatoris]

but these are flower farms

[ gosh cas YOU could've asked for a jeep!!! ]

some are. its a bumpy ride

[foolintherain]

[ He should've asked for a jeep, honestly. Why expect to be a homebody in the relative safety of blood-slut city when you've got a Hunter with a death wish for a fearless leader. He should've fucking known. ]

i'm making you a flower crown and you're going to wear it for four hours, minimum. that's your penance for this.

where should i meet you?

[ Yes, come pick him up so he doesn't have to go wandering alone into a labyrinthine dark forest by himself like Some People. ]

[venatoris]

[ You really should have. ]

Penance for what? Finding our fancy cabin that now has a greenhouse for your plants?

Where are you? I'll bring Mr. Ed to you until I'm sure Baby can handle the roads.

[foolintherain]

penance for taking years off of my brand new life when i don't think squids live very long as it is.

i'm in cellar door. at the lamp outside of the red.

[ Is he a little amused at the idea of Dean riding Mr. Ed into Cellar Door? Maybe. Look, Baby is great and everything, but... the horse, tho.

Also, bait firmly taken. ]

hang on, you said there's a greenhouse?

[venatoris]

okay. I'll come for you.

[ cause that's what he does for his people, apparently. Runs a taxi service. ]

yup. decent size, too.

[foolintherain]

thank you, dean. i wouldn't expect any less

[ Is that a taxi or a sex joke?? Could be both. ]

tell me more. i want to hear all about it in vivid detail. is it a decent size or is it VERY large? is the greenery overgrown? neatly trimmed? bare? how wet is it right now, if you had to guess?

[ Definitely sex joke. Enjoy these texts now Dean because when Cas learns he can talk directly into your mind... hooboy. ]

[venatoris]

[ christ. ]

I've turned you into a monster.

[foolintherain]

you love it.

[ But since he's not getting any answers about the greenhouse or dirty talk back, business it is. ]

were you looking for something out there?

[ Surely there is a good reason why Dean went wandering into beast-infested forests alone other than wanderlust and a desire to confirm that the dangerous places on the map really were, in fact, dangerous. ]

[venatoris]

[ yeah, yeah. he loves it, alright. ]

I wanted to see how dangerous this place really was. Turns out, pretty dangerous.

[foolintherain]

are you alright?

you're not going to be covered in blood when i see you, are you? there's a pollution problem, you know. try a little harder to keep that inside your body around here. for my sake and the planet's.

[venatoris]

Yeah, I'm good. I'm not covered in blood this time.

[ 'this time'. it does seem to happen a lot, doesn't it. ]

[foolintherain]

[ It really does. ]

i'm glad. now let's keep it that way, hm?

[ But. Actually, while we're on the subject... Curiosity may be killing him, and he has nothing to do but kill time until Dean arrives, so. Might as well ask. ]

what bloodtype are you? have you found out?

text -> audio

[venatoris]

[ if he's saddling a horse and coming for Cas (and ice cream), he can't text at the same time. ]

Not specifically. That kid Eddie - he took some, he's got the same stuff. Said it might be dangerous for other people to touch. He was gonna look at it under a scope. I just know it's ugly as sin and smells like friggin' flowers.

audio it is

[foolintherain]

[ It's a shame you can't hear Cas grinning, Dean. But maybe you can. ]

Like flowers? Mm... Interesting.

[ That's adorable? But Cas hasn't heard what the other bloodtypes smell like, only what they look like and can do, so that doesn't narrow it down. Dangerous... ]

How is it ugly? Does it look like flowers also?

[ He knows it doesn't, but the image of Dean bleeding flowers... It's too good. If only Cas had any artistic talent at all. ]

[venatoris]

[ He can hear it a little, and regrets everything he just said. ]

No, it doesn't look like flowers, Cas. It's green streaked with red. It's disgusting.

[foolintherain]

Vileblood. That's... dangerous, yeah. Your blood can be used to create poisons.

[ Which is inconvenient, considering how much Dean tends to get himself hurt. No wonder everyone around here wears gloves. It's a fashion Cas might need to get into.

But still, he doesn't like the way Dean's talking about it. ]

"Green streaked with red" can be used to describe roses about to bloom also, Mister Flowerblood.

[venatoris]

That's what it's called?

[ Makes sense. What was it Eddie had said...

Maybe it's 'cause we're sinners or whatever.

Yeah, that's probably it. It's obviously tainted, whatever the hell it is - vile, poisonous, putrid and sickening. Ugly like his soul; like the horrible, twisted things he's done to blacken it. The wounds are so deep there's no true healing -not really - to be done. They're raw, puckered, ugly festering things that he's earned. His selfishness cost billions of lives - is there any redemption to be found for him?

No. ]

What about yours? [ Forget the venom that runs in his veins now; he'll have a private freak out about it later. He's more worried about Cas. ]

[foolintherain]

[ In the pause that follows, Cas can almost hear Dean's brooding self-loathing. In fact, he can hear Dean's voice, his words, specifically, saying how his vileblood is "obviously tainted," and "vile, poisonous, putrid" and "sickening. Ugly like his soul." Vivid, terrible words he hears in Dean's voice, and the farthest possible thing from the truth. Cas's silence is an equally loud, projecting rebuttal of the opposite.

Maybe it isn't loud enough. ]

Dean...

[ He chides, but leaves the argument lie at that, because it's an old one, and he'd rather fight about it in person. So he sighs, lets his argument be known at that, and allows the conversation to continue in the direction Dean proposes. ]

Paleblood. It glows white in the moonlight. Used for summoning Pthemuerians and, uh... causing "visions" and trances, apparently. The LSD of the blood world, flowing in my veins.

[ If he sounds proud of that you better fucking believe he is. Now, to find out how to get high off his own blood... ]

[venatoris]

[ Vivid, terrible and true. Convincing Dean he isn't a corrupted, corroded hunk of useless shit isn't a feat anyone will be achieving anytime soon.

Baby steps. ]

How do you know all that? [ Dean got as far as I'm a fucking monster, how wonderful, and that was that. He sincerely doubts his blood is 'good' for anything, not with the way people have been looking at him, like they know. ]

[foolintherain]

[ He's a beautiful, thorny flower, but as long as he stays alive, self-esteem is, sadly, secondary. ]

Would you believe a raven took me to its very loquacious god? Because that is exactly what happened. ...Or my own blood is kicking in. But, either way, my mind has been thoroughly expanded.

[venatoris]

[ Dean squints down at his orb, like he's trying to see through it, to see if Cas is high as a kite (maybe off his own blood, which is trippy as hell) or if he's being deadass serious. ]

Sure sounds like it. [ But it also sounds...about right, because from what Dean has seen of his, it's pretty fucking vile. ]

Wasn't a god we need to shank, was it? [ Man, those were the days, when life was just ganking a pagan god or two that was turning humans into their personal chew toys. ]