Thursday's Angel

wandering-timelord:

angel-of-the-lord:

Ducking under a heavy swing, Castiel darts around the man again. He is big, but this makes him slow. The angel takes advantage of that, never staying in one place for long. Constantly changing his position and jabbing at his enemy. 

The angel can see his opponent was beginning to tire. But they still have a long while to go yet. Cas glances quickly over at the Doctor, knowing he only has to stall the man before him… 

His sonic screwdriver was buzzing loudly as he scanned the bottom of the stand. The jerk of his arms was frantic but as he peeked over the counter he didn’t know how much time he had left. 

After a moment of searching he found where it was hidden and quickly unlocked the panel. He dragged it out, surprised by it’s weight. Behind it was a simple gas canister, except it was attached to an explosive. The timer read “5:43” and it was counting down too quickly. 

The Doctor realized he’d have to disable it fast or they’d all die.

Castiel scowls at the man before him, he was learning fast. The angel has to admit, the man was a good fighter. He had immediately recognised that Castiel was faster than him and had reacted appropriately. 

But Cas is an angel after all. He darts in jabs at the man’s stomach, winding him. Cas follow up with a blow to the jaw and then the angel claps his hands over the man’s ears, possibly rupturing the eardrums.

As the man staggers back, clutching at his head, Castiel glances worriedly over to the Doctor. For some reason the angel feels like time is running out… 

ask-wayward-son:

*chuckles* yeah.

Well, are you just hear to check on me, or have you got something to say?

I merely wished to check on your progress with the Alphas as I have previously stated. But… *pauses, hesitating* how are you, Dean? Really? 

wandering-timelord:

angel-of-the-lord:

Castiel nods once before returning his gaze to the man, now standing in front of the stall. Taking careful steps the angel moves closer and closer to the man, never once averting his gaze. The man soon zeros in on the angel, detecting him as the obvious threat. As soon as this happened Castiel disappears, reappearing behind the man. With on swift movement the angel knocks him off his feet before darting out of harms way… 

The Doctor watches Castiel approach the other man while simultaneously inching towards the stall. It seemed like the angel would be a good fighter, perhaps he’d be able to take down the stronger looking Turan. 

While Castiel made his move the Doctor made his, darting swiftly behind the stand and underneath the little counter. Now all he had to do was find where the gas canister was hiding.

Ducking under a heavy swing, Castiel darts around the man again. He is big, but this makes him slow. The angel takes advantage of that, never staying in one place for long. Constantly changing his position and jabbing at his enemy. 

The angel can see his opponent was beginning to tire. But they still have a long while to go yet. Cas glances quickly over at the Doctor, knowing he only has to stall the man before him… 

the-one-friend:

angel-of-the-lord:

Castiel smiles, “You’re welcome, John.” he says. He can see how much this means to John. To have someone who would come when you called. Someone you could rely on. Someone who was always there. 

The angel smiles again, “221B Baker Street.” he repeats, memorising the address. “Thank you, John, for everything. I hope to see you again soon.” 

“Yeah, likewise.” With a small wave, John turned to start his speed-walk to work. For once, he’d be able to enter with a smile.

Castiel nods and raises a hand in farewell. He smiles, his eyes never leaving John Watson until the ex-soldier disappears from his sight. “Thank you, John Watson.” he mutters to himself before turning away and resuming his walk through the streets of London… 

[fin.]

wandering-timelord:

angel-of-the-lord:

Castiel’s gaze flickers from the man to the Doctor. He can see that the Time Lord is thinking deeply. But the angel knows that time is running out. He raises an eyebrow at the Doctor. I could take him, it seems to say. Do you want me to try? 

Turning to the angel, plan already formed in his mind for once, he nodded. The answer was yes. he’d let Castiel fight as a distraction. Meanwhile he’d sneak around and find a way to disarm the poison gas canister.

Castiel nods once before returning his gaze to the man, now standing in front of the stall. Taking careful steps the angel moves closer and closer to the man, never once averting his gaze. The man soon zeros in on the angel, detecting him as the obvious threat. As soon as this happened Castiel disappears, reappearing behind the man. With on swift movement the angel knocks him off his feet before darting out of harms way… 

the-one-friend:

angel-of-the-lord:

Castiel nods, “Of course, John.” he says. It had been nice talking to someone, John was a very likeable person. Very kind and caring. “I understand completely. And I would like to see you again.” the angel pauses, “If you ever need me, all you have to do is pray.” 

John smiled. To see a friend again, all he’d have to do was pray? If it was only that easy with everything. If you could pray and a close friend could come back …

“Thanks.” It would be nice to know that there might  be someone there for him. Someone who would be there in a prayer. No, John wouldn’t make use of it, unless it was critical (like if Moran appeared again). But still, a comfort.

“I’m not quite as convenient, I must admit.” He said, scratching the back of his neck as he stepped away. He was really late, but a couple more minutes wouldn’t hurt. “But I live on 221B Baker street, if you ever want to drop by.”

Castiel smiles, “You’re welcome, John.” he says. He can see how much this means to John. To have someone who would come when you called. Someone you could rely on. Someone who was always there. 

The angel smiles again, “221B Baker Street.” he repeats, memorising the address. “Thank you, John, for everything. I hope to see you again soon.” 

wandering-timelord:

angel-of-the-lord:

Castiel’s eyes narrow, and his wings (still sort-of-corporeal) splay out behind him in preparation. He glances over to the Doctor, content for now, to wait for their opponent to attack… 

His eyes were narrowed and his mind was working meters per second. The Doctor realized the poison would soon overtake everything and destroy them. How could he stop it though, that was the question.

Castiel’s gaze flickers from the man to the Doctor. He can see that the Time Lord is thinking deeply. But the angel knows that time is running out. He raises an eyebrow at the Doctor. I could take him, it seems to say. Do you want me to try? 

the-one-friend:

angel-of-the-lord:

the-one-friend:

“I haven’t done much, not really.” John said, scratching the back of his neck. “But … you’re welcome, Castiel.”

“You’ve done a lot, John.” the angel replies. “More than you think.” 

“I’m glad.” John rolled on the balls of his feet. A small flash of light—his watch, reflecting. Oh. Was it that late? “Oh, I’m late for work. I should be going. I’ll see you again, right?” Because, as weird as it was talking to an angel, it was nice. He just wished work didn’t get in the way.

Castiel nods, “Of course, John.” he says. It had been nice talking to someone, John was a very likeable person. Very kind and caring. “I understand completely. And I would like to see you again.” the angel pauses, “If you ever need me, all you have to do is pray.” 

sweetcrazygearhead:

deductionismyarea:

the-one-friend:

angel-of-the-lord:

the-one-friend:

“Just John.” John said lightly, with some semblance of a smile on his face. “And the same goes to you.”

“John, then.” the angel smiles softly. “And thank you, for everything you’ve done.” 

“I haven’t done much, not really.” John said, scratching the back of his neck. “But … you’re welcome, Castiel.”

“You’ve done a lot, John.” the angel replies. “More than you think.” 

wandering-timelord:

angel-of-the-lord:

Castiel watches carefully, making sure absolutely everyone was out of harms way. Then the angel turns his gaze to the man at the stall. Quiet falls over the square, surrounding them. It almost crackles with anticipation; the calm before the storm… 

No one makes a move, the whole area is deathly silent. With slow measured steps the man begins to walk around the stand; he stops in front of it, as if to defend his territory. Both sides are drawn tight, quivering to be let loose.

Suddenly the first move is played. A light noise emits from behind the man, quite like a snake hissing. The dam of tension has collapsed.

Castiel’s eyes narrow, and his wings (still sort-of-corporeal) splay out behind him in preparation. He glances over to the Doctor, content for now, to wait for their opponent to attack… 

wandering-timelord:

angel-of-the-lord:

Castiel nods, managing to keep the Doctor in sight even while fixing his gaze on the stand. Of course. Fire. It is ingenious really. It would simultaneously clear the area as well as help them to locate the poison. 

For exposed one’s priorities. It is interesting to see what they really were…

As the Doctor returned to the Angel panic spread and bloomed around them. Mothers grabbed children, venders grabbed their wares, people ran. The two friends were a point of calm in a rush of frenzied flight. The area began to clear rather quickly, aside from the man at the clothes stand.

The man stood, glaring them down from behind his stand. The Doctor matched his glare with a calm gaze. A challenge has been uttered through the silence though the Doctor isn’t sure of what.

Castiel watches carefully, making sure absolutely everyone was out of harms way. Then the angel turns his gaze to the man at the stall. Quite falls over the square, surrounding them. It almost crackles with anticipation; the calm before the storm… 

the-one-friend:

angel-of-the-lord:

the-one-friend:

“Yeah …” John gave a small smile. He was trying to encourage Castiel and make him feel better, but it was only now that he actually considered the impact on himself. He actually felt a little bit better. A little less like he was the only person in the world with a heavy burden. Sure, there was something weird about talking about worries with an angel, but he was a person regardless. “Yeah it is.”

Castiel nods once, a small sad smile on his lips. It is both a tragedy, yet oddly lifting to find another person so broken. To find someone else who can understand your pain after a single glance. 

“I’m glad that I could help… at least in a small way, John Watson.” he says softly. 

“Just John.” John said lightly, with some semblance of a smile on his face. “And the same goes to you.”

“John, then.” the angel smiles softly. “And thank you, for everything you’ve done.” 

the-one-friend:

angel-of-the-lord:

“I suppose it does.” Castiel muses. Of course, misery was an emotion and could not feel in itself. But the angel can appreciate the phrase nonetheless. “And it is always good to know someone else understands…” 

“Yeah …” John gave a small smile. He was trying to encourage Castiel and make him feel better, but it was only now that he actually considered the impact on himself. He actually felt a little bit better. A little less like he was the only person in the world with a heavy burden. Sure, there was something weird about talking about worries with an angel, but he was a person regardless. “Yeah it is.”

Castiel nods once, a small sad smile on his lips. It is both a tragedy, yet oddly lifting to find another person so broken. To find someone else who can understand your pain after a single glance. 

“I’m glad that I could help… at least in a small way, John Watson.” he says softly. 

wandering-timelord:

angel-of-the-lord:

Castiel nods, not once lifting his gaze from the stand. “It might be easier, and safer, to get the people away from it beforehand, Doctor.” he muses, “However that will alert the people who did this in the first place…” 

The Doctor pauses for a moment, glancing around in search of something. There, lying precariously on a table out in the open. “Brilliant. Now don’t panic. I have this under control, just keep watching the stand.” 

His fingers clasped around the lighter, immediately setting a nearby wooden box on fire. He pocketed the lighter. “FIRE! Everybody get away!”

Castiel nods, managing to keep the Doctor in sight even while fixing his gaze on the stand. Of course. Fire. It is ingenious really. It would simultaneously clear the area as well as help them to locate the poison. 

For exposed one’s priorities. It is interesting to see what they really were…

wandering-timelord:

angel-of-the-lord:

“Screwdriver.” Castiel repeats, still completely intrigued. It was a beautiful device, so cleverly constructed. He nods once, a soft smile on his lips. However, as the Doctor continued his smile morphed into a thin line of concentration. 

“Of course, Doctor.” he says, his blue eyes now fixed to the stand. 

The Doctor stared down at his screwdriver as he read the data on the stand. It had indeed been the same food stand from earlier. According to the data there was also poison hidden inside the stand somewhere, that was presumably what happened to the food.

“We need a plan. Cas there’s poison behind the stand, inside it actually. We need to get it out and away from the people.”

Castiel nods, not once lifting his gaze from the stand. “It might be easier, and safer, to get the people away from it beforehand, Doctor.” he muses, “However that will alert the people who did this in the first place…” 

ask-wayward-son:

That was sarcasm, Cas.

Never mind/

Uh… my apologies, Dean. 

ask-wayward-son:

Everything’s peachy, thanks. 

Well that’s good.