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ONCE UPON A TIME, Jimmy had a falling out with his twin brother and didn't talk with Jacob for years. That other time, Jacob and the Winchesters traded tips on how to make the best home-made EMF. AMIRITE?? There was also that difficult time in his life when Jacob was the Ghostfacers' summer intern. And Stonehenge was totally a seal.
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ONCE UPON A TIME, Jimmy had a falling out with his twin brother and didn't talk with Jacob for years. That other time, Jacob and the Winchesters traded tips on how to make the best home-made EMF. AMIRITE?? There was also that difficult time in his life when Jacob was the Ghostfacers' summer intern. And Stonehenge was totally a seal.
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IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD, TELL YOUR FRIENDS:
Thank you to
22by7 for letting me deface her beautiful graphic. <333AAAAAAAAAND GO.
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Which backfire horribly as Jacob screams bloody murder and all the breakables in his house break. Although Castiel doesn’t have a human body, he sighs. Why is nothing ever easy?
He appears to Jacob in dreams, and after several months, finally convinces the human to allow his presence. He’s content until the final showdown with Michael, and he actually listens to Dean, as if he hadn’t learned his lesson by now.
“Hey, assbutt!” are hardly the last words that an angel would like recorded for the Winchesters Gospel.
Now that he’s lost two vessels, Castiel fears his visitations on Earth are done. No angel could be so lucky to find a third –
And yet he’s drawn to Vancouver, where a strange set-up reminds him entirely too much of hunts with Dean and Sam. But there, going into that very small house, is his vessel.
He whispers his name, hoping that this vessel is as good as Jimmy and can hear him.
“Huh?” the man states and turns around, looking curious. “Is somebody here? If that’s you, Padalecki, it’s on.”
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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.”
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This was awesome. Oh, Misha, you aren't going crazy, Kripke is just a psychic psychopath <3
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I'm sorry I messed up the formatting near the end. It was hard to write Castiel not speaking/speaking.
The really, truly sad thing is? I can totally see Misha, arms thrown out, declaring "take me" to the heavens. Just to see if they do.
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It's ok bb, I still understood it!
He would. And he would fully mean it with the sexual innuendos. In fact, he would prefer it.
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Great job!
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"The handbasket's full and heading South on the conveyor belt."
I don't know why.
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LOLIRL
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Misha WOULD blame Jared.