entrancelogs | hear your heartbeat

Literally yelling just about sums it up. Wouldn't you, if you suddenly found yourself stuck on a floating chunk of nothing with nothing but the howling abyss beneath you??

...Okay, maybe that's a little dramatic- there's no howling, come on, that's some SyFy crap- but still, the fact remains that it's been almost a full day and food and water are necessities that can't be ignored. ...And that's not even counting the other "necessity", the one he's brought on himself, the one that's making his hands shake and his skin feel too loose and too tight all at once... Yeah, he didn't miss this bullshit.

No use crying over meth in a closet he can't get to, though. Nah, for now he's totally gonna cry over his apparent stranding in the middle of nowhere. And by cry, we mean yell. Hands cupped around his mouth, he paces across the surface of his very own little slice of heaven, sending out the ocasional SOS for whoever might be in the area. And able to fly.

Fat chance, he knows... But what else is he gonna do? He's hungry and thirsty and agitated as hell, but what he's not is ready to roll over and die.

"Yo! Hey, uh-- Anybody out there? I could totally use like a life vest or something..." He pauses. What is this, the fucking Adriatic Sea? Try again, hot shot: "Or like-- Like a jet pack or something. Booster boots? No? Fuck--"

He trails off finally, having exhausted this round of ridiculous requests, and settles himself agains the piece of wall he's been granted as he drags his hands down the side of his face with a groan. He'll be at it again soon; for the time being, though, he'll be staring off into the distance, digging his knuckles into his palm to pass the time. Yep, this is gonna be an awesome few days. You know, provided he doesn't die of thirst...

While someone calling out for help to the great abyss might seem pointless, that's not the case when there are at least a few people flying and teleporting around the maze of scattered mansion pieces.

In this instance, it's a stroke of luck, a matter of being in the right place at the right time. Castiel is flying by when he hears a voice calling out for assistance, and while he can't provide the things that the man is asking for, he can at least provide something.

Honestly, the stranger has strange requests. One would think a person would ask for food and water before their mind jumped to a jet pack.

Castiel sets that aside, though, adjusting course so that he can land a few feet away from the person in question. He takes a quick look around the area, long enough to determine there's no food to be had here.

"I can't give you any of those things, but I could ferry you somewhere. Or bring you supplies," he offers almost casually.

Get used to those strange requests, Castiel, because if this isn't the last you see or hear of Jesse there may be more just like them in the future... And if we're being honest, a jet pack is far from the weirdest thing he can come up with to ask for.

But come on, right now a jet pack totally makes sense. He'll take blasting himself from place to place over needing someone to bring him food and crap any day... Never mind that he can barely operate a remote control car and has no fucking clue how to even begin to pilot some astronaut shit. He'd wing it and besides, relying on other people hasn't exactly worked out for him so far.

But hey, he'll go with whatever works... Even if it comes in the form of some... Some dude randomly appearing behind him, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Shit!" He yelps, hopping forwards (and dangerously close to the edge) in surprise before whirling around and staring at the guy. Who looks like a banker or the kind of stick up the ass tax dude his dad would love to talk stocks and bonds and shit with. His favourite kind of person, like, hands down. "Jesus, yo-- What the hell?"

That gratitude is coming any second now. You know, after the freakout.

"Holy shit... How'd you do that? Oh my god, way to give me a heart attack, man--"

No, for real. Any second.

Little does Castiel know that he's opening the doors to all kinds of bizarre requests. It would count as a victory if he doesn't let on that Jesse can actually pray for him, as that could open up another can of worms.

When Jesse staggers toward the edge, Castiel acts on instinct, grabbing him by the sleeve to pull him back into a safer area. While Castiel suspects he'd be fast enough to fly and catch someone before they hit the ground far below, it'd be best to not test that theory.

It's tempting to make some remark about how he's not Jesus at all, but that joke's been worn thin, and so Castiel instead shakes his head.

"My intention wasn't to startle you." Not entirely true, as he should know by now the effect that his sudden appearances have. "But you were calling for help, and I can assist you." Which doesn't answer the question of how he did that, but Castiel tends to prefer some persistence with that inquiry before he gives a direct response.

Yeah, probably for the best to leave that little detail out, otherwise he might find himself being called on for things like 'can you make McDonald's happen' or 'I ran out of rolling paper, you got any stuck in your angel wings?'.

But whatever, if nothing else the guy seems to be up for answering his (mostly unspoken) plea of please for the love of god do not let me fall off of this thing; Jesse still shakes his arm away once the danger of plummeting to an untimely and horrible death.

And he makes a face- assist him with what, toppling over the edge??- but the adrenaline's starting to fade (leaving just the agitation of too many hours without his shit) and so he doesn't argue. Instead, he crosses his arms.

"...Right. Uh... Thanks, I guess." And then, because Castiel isn't getting out of this that easily: "But seriously-- How'd you do that?" He peers over Cas's shoulder. No wings...

So... Not an angel? What is happening.

In this case, Castiel can appreciate determination. Despite the fact that they are currently floating on a piece of rock, this human isn't willing to simply accept that Castiel appeared here seemingly out of nowhere.

It is strange that he's now more focused on that than on making his request, whatever it may be, but Castiel simply shrugs. If he's that curious, then he can know.

"I'm an angel. You may not be able to see my wings, but they're there."

Not that humans can interact with them, but that's honestly for the best. The last thing Castiel needs is someone plucking at his feathers, and too often humans can be like curious children.

HE'S EASILY DISTRACTED, DON'T JUDGE HIM.

"O...Kay. I guess that makes sense, you guys are all about the prayers and helping people and shit, right?" That's what the bible says.

...Or maybe it's not, who knows? He's never actually read it.

"So, uh... About that-- that ferry, or whatever... Can you really like Superman me someplace else?" He gestures at the bit of hallway they're standing on, flexing his fingers for emphasis to hide the tremor in his hand as he waves it. "Cuz I'm kinda over the solitary hall confinement thing."

It's not really doing it for him, honestly.

That's not a question that Castiel can answer directly. Prayers and helping people. That's the theory, yes, but most of his siblings haven't been all that interested in aiding humans as of late.

Castiel himself has gotten caught up in his own goals, and it's only lately that he's put a particular effort into helping humans, even those he's never met.

Thankfully, the stranger moves on to ask about whether or not he can be moved. The Superman reference is enough to sting, but Castiel ignores it, nodding slowly.

"Where would you like to go?" There are plenty of options, considering how many other pieces of Wonderland are visible from here, on top of what's beyond that.

"Uh... I don't know, man, you got any idea where there's somewhere with a closet? Or like a bed? Cuz sleeping on the floor sucks unless you got like eight sleeping bags and a tent..." And about a billion different types of drugs to choose from, like... Like Burning Man, or whatever. This is totally not Burning Man.

(He's never been to Burning Man.)

Whatever, the fact is he's a little disoriented, actually, because he doesn't even know what chunk of the mansion he's on to begin with. The pieces floating just out of his reach aren't distinguishable from one another or where he is. Just looks like a bunch of floating nothingness to him...

"I guess whatever's closest and like... Livable."

There are plenty of rooms scattered all around, and Castiel's already landed on a few of those sections. He doesn't know which room belongs to who, necessarily, but he could always take the man to some unoccupied one.

Or at least, he assumes the ones with no extra personal touches are unoccupied. It could be that some of them belong to those who prefer a Spartan style of living, but if that's the case, then they shouldn't be surprised if someone uses their bed or closet.

"Distance makes no difference," he clarifies, but it's clear enough what the stranger wants now, and so Castiel decides not to delay any further.

"Brace yourself." Not that he gives much warning than that before he sets his hand on Jesse's shoulder, and the next thing he knows, they'll have landed on yet another floating piece of rock. The difference being that this one contains a room, one with a workable closet and a bed.

"I-- Wait, what? Brace myself for wh-" Aaand then he's cut off by angel-air and a feeling that's similar to what he'd imagine getting sucked up in a vacuum must be like. You know, those huge spinny ones with the turbo setting. It's... Not something he'd been prepared for. At all.

His stomach seems to agree with him, because one it's over and he can feel solid ground under his feet again he sways a bit before bending down to rest his hands on his knees, head tipped down against the unfamiliar feeling that he's taking as nausea.

"Holy shit, man... What-- What the hell was that? Ugh-- I think I'm gonna hurl... Yeah, yeah, totally gonna--" He sucks in a breath and stays right where he is, muttering indistinctly.

You're gonna have to give him a second, Cas. And maybe some space, if you value those accountant loafers of yours...

The reaction that humans have to being taken as a passenger on one of his trips seems to vary wildly. Dean complains a lot, but in the end he's gotten used to it, and he'd never come across as that physically bothered by it, despite all the grousing.

Then there are others who barely blink, perhaps due to previous experience.

Then there are those who respond the same way as this man. Castiel tilts his head at the stranger and then takes a step or two backward to give him some breathing room. Personal space, he can't forget about that.

"Take a deep breath. Sit down," he urges, parroting back phrases he's heard people use on each other when they're in some kind of physical distress.

There's a bit more groaning, but after a few moments Jesse straightens up, rubbing at his eyes before fixing them on Castiel again.

"...Was it supposed to feel like that? All like disorienting?" Because if his guts are about to shoot out of his ears or something, that's probably something he should... Be aware of.

"It can take some getting used to," Castiel responds with a nod. Is that meant to be reassuring? Possibly. But he isn't putting all that much effort into expressing concern for his most recent passenger, most likely because he's never had someone suffer lasting damage from the process.

"What's your name?" he asks next, as that's something they've failed to cover thus far.

"...Yeah." He's already feeling better, though, and so he can't complain too much.

Or at least he won't complain. He steps over to the door and lets out a (very dramatic) sigh of relief when he throws it open and and spots a closet and a bed. Oh hell yes--

"Booyah! Movin' on up, yo-- ...Oh, right--" Names would help, huh?

"It's Jesse. Yours?"

The sheer excitement at having been moved to a place with a working closet is interesting. Then again, Jesse might have risked nearing starvation without the help, so maybe it shouldn't be surprising that he's so pleased.

Castiel's simply not used to that kind of exuberance, in general.

"Castiel," he says in return, following Jesse into the room and looking around. "Did you need anything else?" He looks Jesse up and down, but as far as he can tell, he's not wounded in any way. At least not physically. Despite that, something feels off about him.

"Castiel," he repeats. "Huh."

That's a new one. He was expecting, he doesn't know, like Gabriel or something. Or... Yeah, Gabriel, mostly. Something angel-y. Although 'Castiel"'s got the 'el' at the end, he guesses that counts...

He makes his way over to the closet, then, tests it by throwing the door open; when he looks down, there's a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a conspicuously rolled plastic bag with a rubber band wrapped around it.

Yep, he'll take that, thanks very much; he scoops it up too quickly and shoves it into his pocket before peeling the wrapping off of his smokes and slapping the box against his palm. It's soothing, okay??

He's got a cigarette out and ready to go by the time Castiel speaks, and he turns toward him as he lights the end and takes a drag, shaking his head as he exhales.

"No, no I'm-- I'm good. I'm awesome, this is awesome..." His hand still shakes as he lowers it to drop the lighter into his pocket too... But he's feeling worlds better with the knowledge that as soon as he's alone there's a bump or two with his name on it...

"Thanks a lot, man, you totally saved my ass--" he takes another drag, letting it out with a sigh this time. Thank. Fucking. God. "Seriously."

He's over the whole giving him a heart attack thing, and the nauseating travel thing, and in about five minutes he's gonna be over the world falling apart thing, too.

It's all good. After a pause and another drag, he digs back into his pocket for the cigarettes and extends them to Castiel.

"You, uh... You smoke?"

TRULY STAGGERING HOSPITALITY RIGHT THERE.

Gabriel is the much funner angel around here. If only Jesse was as lucky to have him come to his rescue, not that Castiel imagines Gabriel does much rescuing unless he's got no choice.

Castiel watches as Jesse pilfers the closet not for food, but for cigarettes. A very bizarre choice, and Castiel tilts his head, watching in confusion. He hasn't been close to any humans that smoke. Drinking is a common thing among the Winchesters, but never smoking.

Which means that Castiel hasn't had much exposure to it. He's seen various people that they've questioned on hunts smoke, but that's about all.

The heartfelt thank you earns Jesse nothing more than a nod. Castiel's never all that certain what to say when someone thanks him for something, though he does appreciate it. All too often, people forget.

Even stranger is when he's offered a cigarette, and Castiel shakes his head quickly. "No. Why do you?" He's asking honestly, as he can't quite understand why someone would willingly suck smoke into their lungs. There doesn't seem to be any benefit to it.

Haven't you ever had the shakes while trying to eat, Cas? No? It's awful never try it. Truthfully, Jesse's appetite isn't what it should be- food isn't what he's craving (nor are the cigarettes, but somehow doing a bump in front of an angel seems like a one way ticket downstairs) and so he's trying to fill the gap as best he can.

Priorities, yo, that's what's up.

He makes a face at Castiel's response. Why does he smoke? That's... No one's ever actually asked him that before, actually.

"Uh, I don't know. Because?" Jesse Pinkman the philosopher, ladies and gentlemen. "It's, uh-- It's like a comfort food, you know? Like-- Like a piece of pie or something. All calming, or whatever."

Castiel would have thought that Jesse would have at least had an answer prepared in the event that someone asked him about his habits, but apparently not.

That's even more curious, that he doesn't have much of a reason. Castiel would think if someone was going to self-destruct, they would at least be getting something else out of it.

Of course, his first mistake was assuming humans would make any kind of sense.

"Even though it's doing irreparable damage to your lungs?" he pushes. "There must be other ways to calm down." It's not judgment that he's handing out so much as curiosity and confusion all wrapped up into one neat package.

'Because I like the way it feels' and the even lamer (but no less true) 'because it looks cool' are two of the answers he might have given, if he'd felt like examining his own motivations past because I want to, but he's... Not doing that. He'll probably ponder it later, though, while he's staring at his ceiling or idly counting the threads on whatever bedsheets he'll be flopping on in his post-drug haze.

Also, and probably most importantly... He's twenty-five. He still feels invincible in the way young people always do, despite the recent brushes (plural) with death that prove otherwise.

In any case, he shrugs.

"Maybe. Habit's a habit though."

One that he has zero intention of breaking; cigarettes are... Painfully low on his list of bad habits that need to be done away with, unfortunately. "I'm not gonna be running any marathons but I got away from the zombies and giant spiders, so... Whatever."

Jesse doesn't seem all that interested in analyzing his own reasons for what he does, and so Castiel chooses not to push it any further. Between the drinking and the smoking that humans do, there's definitely a tendency for this kind of thing. Combine that with a possibly addictive personality, and the pieces fall into place neatly enough.

"And this time around, there are no monsters to run from." That's one upside to this event. Inconvenient as it may be for most of the people involved, Castiel's found it rather simple to deal with. Jesse happens to be one of those who's benefited from that.

"Do you need anything else?" If not, then Castiel will need to move on. There are others who are probably in a similar situation to how he'd found Jesse, and he would rather not leave them to suffer.

And if anything, this helps to take his mind off of a certain someone who he hasn't seen around in some time.

"Thank god, yo. Can you imagine getting chased off the edge by like-- like a giant scorpion or something?" Jesse can, and it's not a happy mental image.

"Ugh. Anyway... Nah, man, I'm... Totally good. There's gotta be like nine hundred other people around here like praying or whatever, right?"

He's not gonna hold you up, buddy. Do what you gotta do.

...And he'll do the same.

Castiel doesn't think they need to thank God at all for anything going on here, but he keeps that thought to himself.

It's true that things would be much worse off for everyone if there were monsters present as a part of this. There would definitely be more fatalities. Thankfully, there haven't been any deaths thus far, from what Castiel's seen and heard.

He nods when Jesse gives him the go-ahead to leave. "Not necessarily praying, but..." It doesn't matter.

With not much else to say, Castiel disappears with a flap of his wings, leaving Jesse to his own devices.

Once Castiel vanishes, Jesse just sort of... Stares at the empty air, for a few seconds.

Did that just happen...? He's pretty sure it did, and he's also pretty sure he seriously does not know what to make of it. Angels and flying and poof-they're-gone... What the hell?

In the end, though, he's got better things to do than dick around (soberly) staring off into space, and so it's not long before he shrugs his shoulders and flops down onto the bed, pulling his shit out of his pocket to set himself up for a much better day than he'd anticipated. Bed, drugs, closet... Yeah.

He's set.

The event initially rattled Isaac, having him split up from his pack on a floating bit of Wonderland, he couldn't help but ponder if he could make the jump between this hunk of Wonderhell and the next. He'd already had the conversation with Allison and Derek where they'd checked in on each other and Derek basically yelled at him and told him to stop sitting on the edge and dangling his legs over because neither of them knew how stable it was and that he definitely didn't want his first death to be because he fell off a floating rock. He'd hastily agreed that that was definitely a thing he didn't want and that seemed to sooth Derek's frayed nerves slightly. Of course if Isaac shared his master plan of playing hopscotch across Wonderland, he doubted Derek would be calm.

The teenager huffed, scratching fingers through the unruly curls he oh-so-graciously called hair. Isaac was just glad there was no one around to witness him in his pajamas (really, grey sweats and a white shirt isn't too bad compared to what Stiles sleeps in). Of course, like all of Isaac's luck throughout his life, this turned on him too. When he heard the fwoosh of wings (seriously where does he keep them?) and the sight of Castiel, it made him jump about a mile high, if only he'd done that when Isaac had been trying to jump from his floating rock to the next.

"Jesus!" Was his initial reaction, followed by some uncomfortable staring because he had just shouted Jesus at an Angel... was that a smite-able offense? "Castiel?"

It wasn't a smite-able offense because at this point, Castiel was used to it. He'd had people take all manner of names in vain around him, and while it might have bothered him at one point, it hardly seemed to matter anymore. Not when his Father was nowhere to be found -- or rather, had no desire to be found.

There wasn't a particular reason for Castiel to check in on Isaac. It had more to do with the fact that he'd been close enough to sense him, and it had been some time since they'd spoken. The last full moon had taken place right in the middle of those murders, meaning Castiel hadn't had the time to patrol the forest the way he normally would have.

"Hello, Isaac," he greeted, stepping closer to look him over. For once, he didn't seem to be injured. "Do you have everything you need here?" Now that he'd taken the time to stop by, he might as well see if Isaac was lacking anything essential. Plenty of people were stranded without any access to food or water, and humans could only go so long without those things. Granted, Isaac was a werewolf, but Castiel's guess was that he still needed to eat when it wasn't the time of the full moon.

The angel gave him enough time to reign in the terror of being jump spooked but then asked one of the dumbest questions Isaac could possibly think he could ask. The deadpan look he gave Castiel should have enough of an answer or maybe a warning. But his mouth opened anyway and yep, with it there went Castiel's chances of poofing out of there politely. "I'm stuck on a floating rock. In my pajamas. Allison's out there, somewhere. And Scott's gone. How is he just... Gone?" The teenager didn't mean to snap at him, he knew Castiel was just trying to help.

He sucked in air through his nose, not even bothered by the strange scent that mixed in the air. "So no, to answer your question, I don't have everything I need here." There went Castiel ever wanting to help again. Not that Isaac really ever knew why he did in the first place other than he was like Scott -- he wanted to do the right thing. Werewolves definitely needed to eat, especially with their metabolism so high they couldn't get drunk but a rumbly tummy was not what the younger of the two was even close to thinking about. After a moment he tacked on a "Sorry," and while it might not have really been at the forefront of his thoughts, he meant it regardless.

Blue eyes follow some invisible path from the ground to meet equally blue hues. Castiel has such a presence that it always made Isaac want to shrink away, even with his six-foot-two-inches and gangly limbs that clearly made him bigger and taller than the angel, at least in his vessel. Maybe it was the knowledge of what was hidden behind what looked so painfully human, an angel, or maybe it was the fact that somewhere in him the supernatural part of him registered Castiel as a threat not to be messed with.

"Why do you keep helping me?"

Before now, Isaac had been more frightened of him than anything else. This was a departure from that, though Castiel imagined that a good portion of it was defensiveness. Adam acted similarly, come to think of it. Was this how people around their age behaved?

He had noticed Scott's disappearance, though he hadn't put much thought into it. He'd only interacted with that particular werewolf once, though he'd at least been able to pick up on the fact that he and Isaac were close. Part of the same pack, even.

The apology came from Isaac eventually, but even then Castiel held back before saying anything. Instead he turned, looking out across the vast maze of floating rocks, before he moved to the very edge of the one he was currently on. Without much consideration for safety or lack thereof, Castiel took a seat, allowing his legs to dangle off the side.

It was only then that he spoke, but he didn't look at Isaac when he did so, instead watching as the other chunks of Wonderland moved around at their glacial pace. "It's my way of repenting," he said. "I've done things that I'm not proud of, and helping others is the only way I know of to make up for that."

Isaac was still frightened of Castiel, that was not a fact to be debated but Isaac was also the type to feel, despite the general teenage apathy he put off. With Scott missing? Gone - not missing. He lost another brother. The teenager did what he knew best: he fell into utter silence and watched.

"Sounds like an excuse to me," Isaac mused aloud and the words weren't harsh, blunt no doubt, but there was hardly any ill intent to them. He hadn't really meant to say that out loud, but in for a penny in for a pound. "It's what I never understood about religion - uh, no offense." With a soft chuff noise (something he definitely picked up from Derek), the werewolf wandered closer before taking a seat by Castiel.

"You should want to do the right thing because you want to, not because you want to make up for something bad." Memories of Scott back at the veterinarian clinic trying so adamantly to do the right thing made him sigh. "Scaring people because if they don't make up for their sins, they will go to hell -- it just makes people petty, doesn't it? Or trying to "repent" for things someone's done - it's just trying to save face." It was obvious by the somber tone he kept that this was something he thought about a lot.

Isaac's eyes traversed from the same floating debris that Castiel's had, only taking a different path as he became suddenly quiet. Isaac was never really a chatty Cathy; he couldn't help but second guess his own words after he spoke them so normally he preferred short and succinct.

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The sort of bluntness that Isaac was utilizing was what Castiel found the simplest to respond to. He floundered in conversations where people didn't actually say what they meant, and so while the words might have seemed harsh, he also believed he needed to be questioned.

Not that he had much interest in organized religion or into frightening people into being pure and righteous. That had never been one of Castiel's tasks as an angel. Repenting, on the other hand, was something he'd fallen into almost naturally.

Isaac maybe had a point about him helping people for the wrong reasons, and Castiel wouldn't deny that some of it was for his own peace of mind. But there had been a time, before all of his mistakes, when he'd put himself on the line for what he thought was right. It had been a long road since then, but he'd never forget that initial decision to defect from Heaven.

"Couldn't it be both?" he asked after a pause. "Something I do because I want to and to make up for what I've done."

"I doubt it," Isaac responded almost effortlessly before he decided to busy himself with popping his knuckles, giving him a moment to think over what he wanted to say. "One's a selfless cause and one's a selfish cause." It almost seemed like the teenager was done talking but at the last moment he continued on if a bit awkwardly. "I thought Derek gave me the bite so I could feel powerful, instead of feeling helpless." Well, there went thinking Isaac didn't ask for it, Castiel, he was voluntarily a monster...

"But his main reason for it had been because he'd been lonely; he'd lost his family. Two birds with one stone. It was mainly for his benefit - for the power of a pack and the feeling of having family. Maybe he took advantage of how desperate I had been... I bet he could smell it on me. Ultimately, It had been for him, helping me had been a byproduct, I think."

Isaac sucked in a breath once he'd finished explaining his own story, at least part of it. "Is repenting the byproduct or is doing the right thing and helping?" The werewolf could remember reading a book of his brother's that had mentioned different philosophies and one that struck him to his core had been that human beings were born selfish creatures. This time he stopped, giving the angel a chance to answer and a chance for Isaac to wet his lips nervously.

Castiel hadn't expected a sudden explanation of werewolf politics to come of this conversation, but he glanced over as Isaac explained, remaining silent as he offered up his story. He had wanted to be bitten? Out of desperation, out of a feeling of helplessness. Whatever Isaac had been through prior to that bite, it must have been truly traumatizing for him to make such a decision.

Isaac didn't see it as a curse, but rather a second chance. Monsters became more and more interesting the more that Castiel learned about them. Unsurprising, seeing how most of them used to be human.

"You may have to accept that people are imperfect. And angels as well." Angels especially, but he wasn't going to get into that now. "Things are never as simple as they seem in books." Even the Bible.

"People may act for selfish reasons, but does that invalidate the good deed they're doing?" Castiel truly wished he had the answer to that question. He didn't want to believe that everything he'd done here was for nothing.

The question Castiel posed caused Isaac to sigh. Neither of them had an answer for it, and they both knew it. Philosophy could be argued in so many different ways. Though Isaac never thought he'd be debating morals with an angel.

"I accepted that long ago... All of that, actually." He nodded languid and slow, his lips curling up into a smile that looked anything but happy if the rest of his expression and lack of mirth were to be taken into consideration. He'd accepted that the moment his family had began dropping like flies and taking it out on him.

"And I'm not sure if it invalidates it or not. But if doing the right thing makes you feel good?" Isaac paused and looked over at the angel with a soft grin. "If it makes you happy, then I think you should say that instead. Because I think it makes you happy." When Castiel had saved Isaac from a death that he would have been brought back from, it seemed more like it was because Cas enjoyed doing a good thing.

"And besides, you don't seem like the selfish type." Sorry to say, Castiel, but Isaac may not have been good at interacting with people, but he excelled at watching them all his life.

That was something they shared in common. Castiel had spent so long observing humans that having to interact directly with them had taken some getting used to. He was still learning, even now, though he'd gotten much better at it over the years.

It was hard for him to admit that anything made him happy, but if that was the kind of phrasing that would be more palatable to others, then maybe Isaac was right. Helping people definitely fulfilled something within him, and wasn't that the description of happiness?

He wondered if he was selfish or not. Generally, he didn't think of himself as being so, but when he considered what he'd done to his siblings and the Winchesters in the name of a lost cause, he wasn't so convinced. He'd learned from that, but it was a dark mark he'd never be able to wash away or forgive himself of completely.

"You're right." Though he didn't specify which part of what Isaac's statement he was referring to. "I'll keep that in mind."

But that was enough of this talk, at least in Castiel's opinion. He thought he'd try his question from earlier again. "Are there any supplies you'd like me to bring you?"

A grin lit Isaac's face up when Castiel agreed with him, and it stayed when he restated his earlier question. "Company? I don't really - uh - want to be alone." The words are what lead to his face sobering up before a more somber look took over his expression. He didn't want to be alone, not when Scott had just left Wonderland. If asked -- losing your alpha? The teenager would easily liken it to having the wind knocked from his lungs and be unable to get enough oxygen between two lungs.

"Maybe something to eat." It was an afterthought but for the time being, Isaac wasn't particularly hungry enough to be bothered by it, simply note it.

There were the stupid events that made Isaac unsure if he wanted to be back in Beacon Hills or not... But then, there was what was going on back home in Beacon Hills, and if there were more people here they could all trust, and... most of them were in Wonderland, well, Isaac could give up the familiar discomfort of home. Besides, this was a second chance, to start over and not be dragged down by that poisoned well of a town.

If given the option to go home, Isaac isn't sure what he'd do exactly, but a better part of him says that he'd stay here, endure the events and general weirdness.

Seeing how Isaac listed company over sustenance, Castiel chose to stay where he was for now. He couldn't necessarily stay here until the end of the event, not when there were others who might need his help, but a little longer shouldn't hurt anything.

There was another option, of course. Castiel glanced over and shrugged. "I could bring someone here to you, if I can easily find them." If it was another werewolf, those he had no issue tracking down. Humans were actually the hardest to find, as they didn't give off signatures in the same way as supernatural creatures.

"Food can also be arranged," he promised. "Or I could just... stay here."

Castiel was very capable of sitting quietly with someone for hours at a time, if they let him. If all Isaac needed was the presence of another, that was easily provided.

Isaac offered Castiel a smile, and even if it doesn't reach his eyes, it's genuine. "I'd appreciate that - you staying. Everyone else talks too much." But Castiel has never had that problem, and Isaac appreciated it. It gave him some odd sense of comfort of having someone nearby (something that since being bitten matters a lot more) without the pressure of having to talk to them. If only he had someone like Castiel back home.

He knew it was because his dad had messed him up at an early age; he didn't know how to connect to people very easily.

"If you'd rather leave, you can." It wasn't meant as a guilt trip, a simple fact that he wouldn't be mad at Castiel for wanting to help his friends. Castiel was loyal to his friends as was Isaac - he knew the urge of wanting to be sure they were okay. Even now when he didn't really want to be around them out of fear of being reminded of Scott - he wanted to be sure they were okay.

While his stomach would probably complain about not pressing for food, he felt just shitty enough not to care.

Castiel would have to leave eventually, but for now he had no qualms about remaining here and offering Isaac some silent company. He could understand the need to have someone around without actually having to speak to them.

And so all he did was nod, shifting back against his hands as they were set flat on the ground beneath him.

There wasn't anything else to say for now. They could sit in silence and watch the other pieces of Wonderland float by like clouds. If Castiel wasn't careful, he could end up sitting there for hours.

hear your heartbeat

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LMFAO FORGOT ABOUT SUPERMAN GFDI SORRY CAS /o\

I KNOW goddammit cas why you gotta do this

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