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badfic_reloaded2012-07-23 11:08 pm
betterthisway) wrote in badfic_reloaded2012-07-23 11:08 pm
[Museboxing Truth Week]
[He still doesn't really understand the concepts of this place. But then again, he's never understand the world all that much before ending up here. Maybe that soft ping in his head didn't make him better but worse, and maybe Meg is currently wiping drool from his catatonic body.
Again.
On the other hand, he can't exactly say he's been trying too hard. Castiel has been allowing for his mind to tumble as he met people, surveyed the premises, searched the garden for bees. How long he's been here, he doesn't really know. And frankly, he barely even cares.
The edge of the lake is beautiful, serene, and Castiel doesn't look up when someone approaches. Instead he says the first honest thing that comes to mind, which strikes him as strange, because he usually lets it tumble far away from things he doesn't want to contemplate.]
I, I don't think I like lakes very much anymore.
Again.
On the other hand, he can't exactly say he's been trying too hard. Castiel has been allowing for his mind to tumble as he met people, surveyed the premises, searched the garden for bees. How long he's been here, he doesn't really know. And frankly, he barely even cares.
The edge of the lake is beautiful, serene, and Castiel doesn't look up when someone approaches. Instead he says the first honest thing that comes to mind, which strikes him as strange, because he usually lets it tumble far away from things he doesn't want to contemplate.]
I, I don't think I like lakes very much anymore.
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[Castiel looks surprisingly distressed by this.]
Can we trust they were properly capable of comforting the animals before their death? Dean is stubborn. He never does what I tell him to do, but that's somewhat mutual. Oh. We should... we should have games at the picnic. Sam is not an infant anymore, though. He is... he is... rather unnaturally tall.
[And yes, Mary. These leaps in his converation are quite normal. It's difficult for him to keep his mind on track, especially if something causes him any amount of distress.]
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We don't know who slaughtered them but it was probably cruel...I'm not sure if we can get any other meats though unless you're able to track something down in the forest.
I'm his mother, Dean will do what I tell him. He even did so when he wasn't human...Sam on the other hand... Our relationship was complicated when he was here. He called me Jess and then seemed disappointed when he realized that I wasn't her. It hurts when your child wishes that you were someone else.