trenchcoatedly | 004 + MY PRESENCE WILL GO WITH YOU [video]

[Castiel is in his room. It looks extremely sparse and unused, with a neatly made bed and otherwise very little else. By the way, the walls are his room are scrawled with mysterious symbols in both black and blood-red. Ignore the handsome gentleman in the screen. He is not in Castiel's room.]

I've located a prayer room on the ship. I'm curious if anyone would be interested in a service or a sermon? Bear in mind this would be to my Heavenly Father, the Holy Lord, He Who Watches, and no other gods that are worshiped. I'll also try to answer any questions about His Everlasting Majesty, though I can't promise my answers will be sufficient.

Interruptions and blasphemy will not be permitted.

It will be on Friday, and there may be a Sunday service.

[LOCKED to DEAN (and bcc'd to BUFFY)]

My recent actions were tainted by the flood. I apologize if I disturbed you.

[LOCKED to BUFFY]

Have you heard of the "shadow barge"?

[OPEN - added later]

The service will be moved. Does anyone have a particular place, or should the deck suffice?

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You can embrace him or not; such is your decision.

That's a decision I made a long time ago and, nebbish alleged angels aside, I see no reason to change my mind now.

I'm many things, but nebbish isn't one of them.

You sure about that? You claim to be an angel of the Lord but instead of smiting evil with a flaming sword, you're offering to lead a prayer service. Pretty wimpy on the angel front there, if you ask me.

I turned Sodom and Gommorrah to dust, and sieged Hell to retrieve the Lord's Righteous Man. There is none of that here. Unless you wish to confess your sins and I can pass your soul onto the next step of it's journey.

The Lord loves all his creatures. As his soldier, my first duty is to spread His word. And I have already smote a demon on this ship; the others may exist.

Great. Shall we start with lust, 'cause I've got a lot of lust-related sins. About thirty-five years worth.

[Damn. He missed a smiting. He would've enjoyed that.]

You go ahead and spread your religious claptrap. Just keep it away from me. Prayer makes me break out in hives.

That may be a sign of possession. Have you blacked out recently? Woke up in strange places? Mysterious blood on your hands?

Yes, definitely yes, and not lately.

I'm not possessed. I'm not even evil. I'm just a jerk.

The possessed usually aren't aware of it.

I'd know, and I'm not. You start sprinkling me with holy water and all you're going to get is a wet, angry doctor.

I don't need holy water.

Where are you?

Flaming sword time? In that case, I am totally not in my cabin. [Which, of course, he is but only for about the next two minutes]

Then where are you?

You're really not the sharpest sword in God's armory, are you?

I'm a soldier and I don't have time for your humor.

You have someplace you need to be? Sword polishing night in the heavenly garrison perhaps?

Really, don't let me keep you.

[There's a burst of static on the device.]

Where are you. Your cabin number, if so.

It's 3-14, if you must know. I warn you, though--try anything funny and I just might blaspheme. Or worse.

[There's the sound of wings fluttering and a breeze and quite suddenly Castiel is there, staring at House with focused eyes.]

That's not funny.

[House is just gonna take two really big steps back.]

Yes, it is. A little.

[There's a low rumble of.....thunder? that's what it sounds like, despite that they're inside.]

It's not.

I'll check if you're harboring a spirit now. This won't be painful, but it may be unpleasant.

[No need for thunder. House gets it--you have no sense of humor]

No, I don't think you will. Not on the first date.

[There's that sounds of wings beating again and Castiel is right, one hand folded into House's shirt and the other pressed flat against his forehead. His grip is way stronger than he looks, and his touch is unusually warm.]

Don't struggle.

[Castiel closes his eyes and his grip gets hotter, not quite painful but distinctly uncomfortable, the kind of heat like hot restaurant towel or the first few seconds of a shower. House will feel a tingling all over. A few moments later, the angel steps back.]

Your spirit isn't possessed. That's good.

[House drops his cane and grabs Castiel's wrist but he's unable to break the angel's hold. He squirms under Castiel's touch, the heat decidedly unpleasant though not unbearable.]

What the hell? [He stumbles back a step when he's released, rubbing at his forehead as if he expects to find burned skin.] Are you at all familiar with the concept of bad touches?

I apologize. I had to be sure.

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