Not knowing what a “Padalecki” is, Castiel ignores it to savor his glee that this vessel can hear him.
I am an angel of the Lord, Misha Collins, calling upon you for your help.
Misha stumbles back and looks around wildly. “Jared, man, this isn’t funny. How’d you hook up speakers in my trailer? I’ve only been gone two hours!” The man stumbles out of the trailer and starts to walk across the ground toward a large cluster of people.
“Have you seen Jared? Was he near my trailer?”
Most of the people shake their head in the negative, and his vessel is off toward a large tent with tables of food lined up. “Jensen! Where’s your other half?”
‘Jensen’ looks up and Castiel would have stumbled if he’d had legs. Could John Winchester have sired another son without Heaven’s knowledge?
“I’m assuming you don’t mean my wife,” Jensen jokes, setting down the plate of food he’d been holding. “Gen’s visiting today. Jared’s been holed up in his trailer for hours. He doesn’t have set call for another half hour.”
Misha ran a hand through his hair and muttered, “Shit.”
“Hey man, you okay? You look pale as a ghost.”
Misha laughed, and it was an unpleasant sound. “I heard something in my trailer. You didn’t pull something, did you?” he accused, but Jensen shook his head as he sat down across from Misha.
“We agreed on one prank per script, and we did that two days ago. What’s up, man?”
Misha leaned forward and hissed, “I heard a voice in my trailer.”
Jensen shrugged. “Okay?”
“It sounded like Castiel.”
Jensen blinked. “Okay.”
Misha dug his hands in his hair, actually pulling it this time. Castiel hissed, Don’t pull out your hair; it’s nice. “SHIT!” Misha jumped up and looked around, causing more than a few people to turn his way.
Jensen placed a hand on his arm and pulled him back to a sitting position. “Chill, man. Did you just hear something?”
Misha’s eyes were wide and damn scared. “You didn’t?”
Jensen shook his head and Misha just covered his face, muttering to himself. “Castiel is talking to me, Jensen. I’m losing my fucking mind. He just told me not to pull my hair because it’s nice.”
Jensen cleared his throat and looked around. “You’re fucking with me, right, Misha? You’re the one pulling the prank when we agreed not to?”
Castiel draws back from the two humans and tries not to let despair overcome him. He doesn’t want to cause this vessel pain, but he needs to return to Dean. He needs to make sure that Lucifer is back in his cage and that all is as it should be. Misha, I’m sorry, but I am the angel Castiel. I need your help. Please, allow my presence in you and I will explain everything.
Misha was lying on a bed, arm over his face, when Castiel’s missive came down. He burst into laughter. “Yeah, Castiel the angel of the Lord is real. And I’m fucking Angelina Jolie.” He flopped his arm off of his face and stared up at the ceiling. “You’re for real?”
I am. I regret that I must do this, but my other vessels have met...unfortunate endings.
Misha rolled his eyes. “If you mean Jimmy, yeah, I kinda got that. But I’m not letting you use me as a meatsuit, real or not. I like my life, thank you very much.”
It is imperative that I return to Skull Cemetery in Kansas.
Misha sits up at that. “What? Where?”
Where the final battle has taken place.
Misha gaped at the ceiling. “WHAT? Final battle? This is a TV show,/I>, you freak. This isn’t real.”
I don’t know what TV show you’re referring to, but I assure you, the battle was real. I don’t have time for this, Misha.
And he flooded Misha his vessel with all the knowledge he possessed of the Winchesters and the battle, leaving out his unfortunate last words.
Misha was gasping for breath and was sweating profusely when Castiel was finished. “Did you say ‘assbutt’?” Misha asked with a chuckle.
Shut up.
That sent Misha off on a long laughing spell, while Castiel fumed silently. “Okay, okay, you convinced me.” He stood and flung his arms wide. “Take me as your vessel!”
Castiel hummed as he smoothed down the clothing his vessel had been wearing. It was a nice change from the suit of Jimmy’s and the too-close-to-hunter outfits of Jacob. He felt–normal in jeans and a nice jacket. “Thank you, Misha.”
Re: FILLED part 2
I am an angel of the Lord, Misha Collins, calling upon you for your help.
Misha stumbles back and looks around wildly. “Jared, man, this isn’t funny. How’d you hook up speakers in my trailer? I’ve only been gone two hours!” The man stumbles out of the trailer and starts to walk across the ground toward a large cluster of people.
“Have you seen Jared? Was he near my trailer?”
Most of the people shake their head in the negative, and his vessel is off toward a large tent with tables of food lined up. “Jensen! Where’s your other half?”
‘Jensen’ looks up and Castiel would have stumbled if he’d had legs. Could John Winchester have sired another son without Heaven’s knowledge?
“I’m assuming you don’t mean my wife,” Jensen jokes, setting down the plate of food he’d been holding. “Gen’s visiting today. Jared’s been holed up in his trailer for hours. He doesn’t have set call for another half hour.”
Misha ran a hand through his hair and muttered, “Shit.”
“Hey man, you okay? You look pale as a ghost.”
Misha laughed, and it was an unpleasant sound. “I heard something in my trailer. You didn’t pull something, did you?” he accused, but Jensen shook his head as he sat down across from Misha.
“We agreed on one prank per script, and we did that two days ago. What’s up, man?”
Misha leaned forward and hissed, “I heard a voice in my trailer.”
Jensen shrugged. “Okay?”
“It sounded like Castiel.”
Jensen blinked. “Okay.”
Misha dug his hands in his hair, actually pulling it this time. Castiel hissed, Don’t pull out your hair; it’s nice. “SHIT!” Misha jumped up and looked around, causing more than a few people to turn his way.
Jensen placed a hand on his arm and pulled him back to a sitting position. “Chill, man. Did you just hear something?”
Misha’s eyes were wide and damn scared. “You didn’t?”
Jensen shook his head and Misha just covered his face, muttering to himself. “Castiel is talking to me, Jensen. I’m losing my fucking mind. He just told me not to pull my hair because it’s nice.”
Jensen cleared his throat and looked around. “You’re fucking with me, right, Misha? You’re the one pulling the prank when we agreed not to?”
Castiel draws back from the two humans and tries not to let despair overcome him. He doesn’t want to cause this vessel pain, but he needs to return to Dean. He needs to make sure that Lucifer is back in his cage and that all is as it should be. Misha, I’m sorry, but I am the angel Castiel. I need your help. Please, allow my presence in you and I will explain everything.
Misha was lying on a bed, arm over his face, when Castiel’s missive came down. He burst into laughter. “Yeah, Castiel the angel of the Lord is real. And I’m fucking Angelina Jolie.” He flopped his arm off of his face and stared up at the ceiling. “You’re for real?”
I am. I regret that I must do this, but my other vessels have met...unfortunate endings.
Misha rolled his eyes. “If you mean Jimmy, yeah, I kinda got that. But I’m not letting you use me as a meatsuit, real or not. I like my life, thank you very much.”
It is imperative that I return to Skull Cemetery in Kansas.
Misha sits up at that. “What? Where?”
Where the final battle has taken place.
Misha gaped at the ceiling. “WHAT? Final battle? This is a TV show,/I>, you freak. This isn’t real.”
I don’t know what TV show you’re referring to, but I assure you, the battle was real. I don’t have time for this, Misha.
And he flooded Misha his vessel with all the knowledge he possessed of the Winchesters and the battle, leaving out his unfortunate last words.
Misha was gasping for breath and was sweating profusely when Castiel was finished. “Did you say ‘assbutt’?” Misha asked with a chuckle.
Shut up.
That sent Misha off on a long laughing spell, while Castiel fumed silently. “Okay, okay, you convinced me.” He stood and flung his arms wide. “Take me as your vessel!”
Castiel hummed as he smoothed down the clothing his vessel had been wearing. It was a nice change from the suit of Jimmy’s and the too-close-to-hunter outfits of Jacob. He felt–normal in jeans and a nice jacket. “Thank you, Misha.”