[ Castiel is quite something. He's ruffled, beardy, and his clothes are ruined from his year in Purgatory, but the dust in his hair is a brand new touch. He's spent some of today pulling wires down out of ceilings, and its scattered all kinds of debris on his head and shoulders.
But there's no sign of the rolls of wire, which are stacked up elsewhere in the hotel. Instead their home is on the roof, or what's left of it, overgrown with grass and weeds, and sporting broken holes into the rooms below. There's a lean-to over a mattress against one wall, made out of a door found elsewhere in the hotel and some duct tape, and set up a stack of crates in the corner of the roof is a large waxy blob--a bee hive, which is buzzing gently with activity.
Castiel blinks at his sudden company, turning to greet Maya and then hesitating. The siren? Then why did she read so...human? ]
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But there's no sign of the rolls of wire, which are stacked up elsewhere in the hotel. Instead their home is on the roof, or what's left of it, overgrown with grass and weeds, and sporting broken holes into the rooms below. There's a lean-to over a mattress against one wall, made out of a door found elsewhere in the hotel and some duct tape, and set up a stack of crates in the corner of the roof is a large waxy blob--a bee hive, which is buzzing gently with activity.
Castiel blinks at his sudden company, turning to greet Maya and then hesitating. The siren? Then why did she read so...human? ]
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