I Gripped you Hard, and Raised you From Perdition

[madehischoices]

WHO: Castiel and Merlan darksmokerising and Sam notarambler and YOU!
WHAT: Cass' arrival
WHERE: All over
WHEN: November/December
NOTES: The two comments are continuations of the TDM threads that I had going for Cas. His open prompt is after that and is open to all!

Comments

Re: For Merlan

[darksmokerising]

"It's actually rather delightful," she murmured. When he reached to cup her cheek she smiled, covering his hand with her small one as it met her cheek.

"All angels should have wings. You're an angel. Therefore, you should have wings. Tell me what kind of wings you would like and you and I will make them."

Re: For Merlan

[madehischoices]

Castiel smiled softly, resting his forehead gently to Merlan's. Castiel was having a difficult time comprehending that this woman, this Angel, a woman that he just met, was going to do something so huge for him.

Why him?

That was an age-old question for Castiel.

"My wings were black and then black and pink, Chuck's idea of a joke I guess..." He trails off, thinking what about a mix of both of ours?"

Re: For Merlan

[darksmokerising]

"Black and pink?" She lets out a low whistle. "I can see the black being your colour but I think pinks a little off base. I don't know if I can create colours. I just know they grow. If you want a mix of ours, then I suppose you better concentrate on it. Mine took a year to grow in but we're angels, it should work much faster for us."

She concentrated, too, thinking about wings in all their detail, focused on giving him back wings as they should be, right and glossy and wonderful, and then held out her hands to him.

Re: For Merlan

[madehischoices]

"Yes, originally they were black but Lucifer decided to be funny, but..." He trailed off because Merlan didn't really care or even want to know all of the sordid details.

Castiel looked to her hands and tentatively gripped both of hers, trying not to shake too much.

"Whenever you're ready."

Re: For Merlan

[darksmokerising]

She did want to know but they had work to do. His hands touched hers and there was energy and life that surged through her just at the contact and her eyes flashed angelic blue and held.

Grace and magic.

Her magic hummed through her and into him, seeking the very seat of what made him Castiel and curled around that spot, suffusing it with power she instinctively knew would start the process of granting him wings again. It was faster than with her and Micah, she could feel it grow and begin to wind up through him like a bud seeking the sun to bloom. Her grip was solid, unwavering, but she let out a short, sharp intake of breath and her grip tightened.

So much energy, so much magic and her own grace - his as well. She poured everything she had into it and when it was done, she sagged, out of breath, the world fading and reappearing in snatches of vision and sound.

"It's done," she murmured with an effort to Castiel. Her eyes returned to the hazel they normally were and all the tension went out of her.