Post by ender on Mar 6, 2010 13:54:22 GMT -5
Something holy, something blessed, it resonates with his being. Its like running his mind across the world, feeling the braille of the sacred and blessed objects. He had been on the hunt for a while now, though nothing has turned up that would point him in the direction to the Seal of Solomon. There have been a few tugs on his line, for example in this cottage.
He had been drawn to this place, it held a great deal of blessed energy that he could sense which of course would be odd for an abode like this one. It required further investigation.
He found himself standing in a dark living space standing over a few objects of no importance, pictures, paintings, idle housewares. He paced the room several times, feeling it, trying to get a grasp on something, though it seemed like his mind would bounce all over the room as if he were looking in a church. He sighed and realized there were crosses, church ornaments, possibly a Jesus statue in the cellar, that could all be the reason for the energy coming from this place.
It was a little more elaborate then a normal Hunters abode, possibly someone with relations to a church. Sighing Castiel still felt the need to give the house a little once over before departing. His foot steps fell silently on the flooring of the cottage, however silent they were not unheard, to the trained ear perhaps they'd notice his presence. But of course, that wasn't among Castiel's worries.
He felt the time would soon be upon them all that they would have to stand and fight the Devil, and without any key leverage to alter the outcome of the battle on their side they could perhaps fail, or if they're lucky give into Heaven's demands. Though he can feel that not sit very well with the Winchesters.
"Team free will." He muttered under his breath, picking up a used glass from a table and looking at it, as if it were going to tell him what to do next. But in actuality, Castiel was just as lost as everyone else. Even if he hadn't severed his ties with Heaven, he feels he'd be even more lost then he was now.
He had been drawn to this place, it held a great deal of blessed energy that he could sense which of course would be odd for an abode like this one. It required further investigation.
He found himself standing in a dark living space standing over a few objects of no importance, pictures, paintings, idle housewares. He paced the room several times, feeling it, trying to get a grasp on something, though it seemed like his mind would bounce all over the room as if he were looking in a church. He sighed and realized there were crosses, church ornaments, possibly a Jesus statue in the cellar, that could all be the reason for the energy coming from this place.
It was a little more elaborate then a normal Hunters abode, possibly someone with relations to a church. Sighing Castiel still felt the need to give the house a little once over before departing. His foot steps fell silently on the flooring of the cottage, however silent they were not unheard, to the trained ear perhaps they'd notice his presence. But of course, that wasn't among Castiel's worries.
He felt the time would soon be upon them all that they would have to stand and fight the Devil, and without any key leverage to alter the outcome of the battle on their side they could perhaps fail, or if they're lucky give into Heaven's demands. Though he can feel that not sit very well with the Winchesters.
"Team free will." He muttered under his breath, picking up a used glass from a table and looking at it, as if it were going to tell him what to do next. But in actuality, Castiel was just as lost as everyone else. Even if he hadn't severed his ties with Heaven, he feels he'd be even more lost then he was now.