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life in plastic it's fantastic.

[ in all his long life, it had to be the most ridiculous thing that had ever happened to him. there had been worse, of course. more painful experiences, punishments and scoldings (though he had once prided himself on being one of the most obedient and steadfast of all his siblings), mishaps, embarrassments. etc and so on. however, through all of these experiences, he had always had one thing: he'd always been himself. perhaps in a vessel of a different shape, but still, ultimately, himself.

now he was, well.

humiliatingly, small enough to fit in the palm of dean winchester's hand. he remained motionless on the hearth for most of the dramatics re: jesse and his powers, and then when jesse left— nothing. surely, he thought, with jesse gone, his power will have weakened enough to let go of its hold over me? but he remained trapped in this state. castiel tuned out most of the conversation between sam and dean (arguing no doubt about what to do with him) as he fought jesse's hold, but in the end he found himself tucked in dean's pocket anyway, still plastic and motionless.

it isn't until they're riding in the car on the way back to the motel room that something gives way— the inorganic facsimile finally crumbling. he struggles in dean's pocket, tangled in the fabric of his clothes, before trying to fly in frustration. only to teleport free of dean and smack directly into roof of the car, flattened like a bug against a windshield. ]

Ugh.

[ small mercies: at least his voice sounds (more or less) the same. ]

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[ it's not a graceful dismount. castiel is acutely aware of dean's eyes on him while he struggles up and out of the too giving fabric of his pocket, tumbling into his hand once he's freed himself. shameful. ]

You’re kinda cute like this.

[ Dean chuckles, wrapping his fingers carefully around Cas so he doesn’t stop him as he lowers him down to stand on the table. ]

But like I said, we’re gonna figure it out. Get you fixed.

[ he shoots dean a glare, but finds himself too distracted by the warmth of dean's fingers closing over him to protest. the table, at least, is sturdy ground, though the formica is warped and peeling at the edges. he looks up at dean from where he stands, not quite six inches tall, and wonders what he'll do if they can't fix it. will his powers adjust? will they weaken? can he survive like this without any powers at all?

he puts his hands in his pockets. ]

I know.

[ He's just a little doll, so small and cute. Dean can't help it, and neither can Sam.

Cas safely on the table, he shrugs out of his flannel and drops it on the table, arranging it carefully, in case Cas wants to burrow like a tick. ]

I mean i. Not just sayin' that, Cas. Promise.

I know.

[ he knows that dean can't make promises like that, but he doesn't have the energy or will to argue. instead, he goes over to the pile of shirt and sits, legs crossed, hoping that it'll be enough to appease him. ]

I'll be fine.

[ Whatever Cas wants to do is fine with Dean; they'll hit the library and call Bobby in the morning, but right now Dean needs to do some human things - like shower, and sleep.

Very carefully, he taps the top of Cas' head before he moves back, stifling a yawn as he moves to shove Sam out of the bathroom. ]

Dude, you're going to bed, stop messing with your hair.

[ A short argument ensues before Sam gives up the mirror and slinks back into the room, peeling out of his shirt and jeans and crawling in to bed. Once Dean's out of the shower, he comes out in a towel and roots for some boxer briefs to do the same.

Cas ought to get a nice view of his ass, at least. ]

[ some part of him knows he probably shouldn't be watching. normally his spying is done for educational purposes, or out of necessity, and also, while he isn't visible. but it's a habit, and those are hard to break. he sits perched in his nest of dean's shirt (which smells strongly of dean in a way he ought not think too long about) watching sam and dean move around the room, listening to them argue, watching dean undress.

when he turns back, cas pretends he wasn't watching. it's as good as an admission of guilt. ]

[ Sam is crashed out by the time Dean is fully done, and Cas definitely gets caught staring, which makes Dean chuckle. Cas stares a lot and creeps on Dean all the time, so it really isn't all that weird.

Boxers on, he comes over and leans to whisper to Cas. ]

Need anything before I hit the hay?

[ well, good. at least his general creepiness can obfuscate his more specific creepiness. he tries not to let it show when dean's whisper sends a shiver down his spine— maybe he's small enough for it not to be noticable? a psychosomatic response that even he doesn't truly understand. ]

I... don't think so.

[ he doesn't need to eat or drink or use the restroom. he'll just do what he's always done. ]

[ It does make it easier that Cas doesn't have any of those human needs; he's an angel, he doesn't do the sleeping and eating thing, or any of the rest. It helps. ]

Okay, cool. I'm gonna get some sleep.

[ He's exhausted, it's been a long day for everyone.

Standing back up straight, he heads over to his bed and collapses facedown on top, not even bothering to get under the covers. He's out in three seconds flat, snoring softly, sprawled across the sheets. ]

Goodnight, Dean.

[ he doesn't have to do any of those things, and dean is right that it makes this situation easier. impatience is also foreign to him, and when dean drops off for the night, castiel is content to sit and watch. he may as well be a toy for all that he moves, still and almost entirely silent.

unfortunately, the night has other plans for him.

it must be three am when he starts hearing scratching coming from the bathroom. it's probably just some pest— castiel is aware of that. but by the third time it happens, his curiosity gets the better of him, and he climbs down off the table using one of the near by chairs and makes his way across the floor to where the bathroom door hangs ajar. by the time he gets there, the sound as stopped, and there's nothing to find except for soap grime and mold. he checks where he can for hex bags, just in case, and then returns to the room.

unfortunately: getting down off the table is easier than getting back up, and eventually he has to resign himself to sitting on the filthy, peeling floor for the rest of the night.

great. ]

[ I's a pretty terrible place to sit, the motel room floor. It's grimy, filthy, sticky from spilled beer and soda, housekeeping an almost nonexistent thing in places like this. Cas has found himself in a very unfortunate position, and Dean is also unfortunately sleeping mostly through the night.

He sleeps less than Sam though, and he's getting up after a few hours to go to the bathroom, padding over the nasty ass floor with his barefeet to use the toilet. ]

[ castiel shouts the moment he sees sam climb out of bed, rushing around the side of dean's to be in view— his voice is still his own, at least, but he doesn't know if it'll carry to the hight of sam's ears.

it's a rather far way to go. ]

[ Sam it is; tall as a tree, and too far away to hear that tinny little voice of Cas’. Best he doesn’t get too close either, moose/Bigfoot may well accidentally step on him. Might as well wait until Dean gets up, since he sleeps fewer hours than his brother.

Plus there’s that whole profound bond thing - Dean will probably be the one to hear him. ]

[ he hopes anyone at all hears him— he doesn't want to be trapped on the floor longer than he already has been. but sam walks away, ignorant to his plight, and as the bathroom door closes he has to admit defeat. perhaps if he moves around to be within his line of sight... but then, yes, he risks being stepped on.

that would be unfortunate for everyone.

so he stays where he is, on dean's side of the room. ]

[ Careful, little guy.

Sam walks off, pees, gets back into bed and falls immediately back asleep. The rustling wakes Dean which is annoying, and he sits up and shoots a glare towards Sam's bed before swinging his legs over and moving to get up so he can also use the rest room. ]

[ he feels ridiculous, darting around the floor like a common insect. not that he has anything against insects, particularly, but he's an angel for god's sake— dean begins to get up and he doesn't know whether he should go out of his way to hail him or dive under the bed to avoid getting stepped on.

dean doesn't step on him, though. while he's in the bathroom, castiel attempts to grab onto the sheet and climb up onto his bed— maybe he can get back up onto the table this way. ]

[ It's kinda funny, but Dean has been doing his best to not laugh at Cas' expense. He comes out and yawns, decides to check in on Cas and shuffles over towards the table, but...he isn't there.

Shit. ]

Cas? [ It's whispered, hopefully he doesn't wake Sam. ]

[ at least dean notices that he's gone, unlike a certain other someone. dean can laugh at his expense as much as he likes as long as he doesn't step on him— he lets go of the sheets and tumbles to the floor before ducking and rolling and, finally, sprinting until he collides with dean's ankle. ]

Dean!

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life in plastic it's fantastic.

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