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Ooc: Just a question.. Are you caught up in the series? (supernatural that is)?

Like any other angel - asides from the 'legendary' Castiel - he, Ezekiel had built up a wall to suppress the indent of human sympathies, but he did for some reason feel a sense of guilt especially for his past experiences.. Shaking the thought, his eyes glowed with warning but it with drawled shortly after to the presence of the Hunter's youngest kin, staring at his brother with surprise and confusion absolute,
"Dean?" His deep masculine voice reached out, looking around to eye his new surroundings. The younger brother hadn't recalled wandering into the kitchen, let alone awakening at all. Shaking the thought needlessly away for the time being, Sam ran a shocked hand through his dark hair, "Umm.. Never mind.. Hey, what's that smell? It smells like something.. Burning?" He asked, looking questioningly at his brothers form who in turn was covered in foam with a mess of it in the back.

From the showers, Castiel did his best to press the thought into the memory of his mind, knowing that the thoughtless experience would reappear sometime later, it was only a matter of time it would come back to taunt and encourage..
Managing to briefly shake the thought away, Cas's head pressed against the tile as he stared endlessly into its dewy-blue solid-form but that grew boring shortly and soon later, the former-angel stood outside the showers to stare at his now partially covered reflection, looking at the bearing scar from that reaper several months ago when he had been saved.. Still, he had no memory of what happened though one thing that was for sure.. He died, by his own angel blade and in return, he had been once again resurrected..

Looking around for his clothes, he was reminded that they were still drenched with the cold foam from Dean's attack. The thought came to the ex-angel then at why he had done it. Sure, it had been out of human-leisure though Dean wasn't really the one to kick back and show his prankster side normally, especially with the dark-haired man. Shaking his head, Castiel approached the door to call out,
"Dean? My clothes are all dirty because of you, mind if I borrow an extra set of yours? I'm not sure if Sam's would fit.." His gravel-deep tone called out, looking to the opposite wall as he did so. Though with a towel wrapped round his waist, he felt awkward.

Ooc: Great! I was SOOO happy when Cas became an angel again - and by happy, and I mean bounding off the couch and dancing like a crazy-person profusely.

Sam nodded, his huge frame turned all at once In swift movement towards the kitchen to eye the mess once more,
"Well than who's going to clean it?" He called out, dark brown eyes glaring towards his brothers fading form until turning into the hallway to answer Castiel's call. Why had Deans sprayed their former-angelic companion? But whatever the reason was, he was glad to finally see his brother smiling genuinely again. Shaking his head to send locks tucked behind his ears flying into his vision, Sam Winchester waved a hand in annoyance to his brother to clean up his mess.

From the showers, Castiels bare form - asides from the towel still wrapped to a tight around his waist.. You pervert.. xD - had stepped into the hall to eye the approaching Winchester with slightest fragments of annoyance,
"Yes please. I don't mean to be a burden but.. Mine a somewhat covered in foam, not mentioning any names.." He glared slightly those cyan orbs towards the hunter as though he was a child not allowed a cookie until supper. Sometimes, the former angel was just too innocent and so.. Child-like.

Ooc: Long response due to my length absence. My apologies. I will also write in first person too. I am looking forwards to the next episode. *scree*

Something fairly faint - and unrecognizable - flutters within my chest, and I immediately suppress it by taking a - less than necessary - step away from the Winchester. I had known about this, 'personal space' issue conflict with Dean for many months yet apparently I never quite grasped the context of the definable reason to the word that presently was meaningless to me. But then again, I too shared these conflictions with others before. It wasn't a good feeling to have another intrude one's 'bubble' as Dean puts it occasionally.

Letting out a silent huff of air, I soundlessly accept the clothes from being tossed and wait until he too takes a step so I could shut the door. Not considering changing in my chamber was necessary, I locked the door behind me and let out a much needed breath to begin dressing myself completely.

It wasn't until Sam had knocked on the door to my bedroom that I wanted seclusion. Perhaps it could be because for the first time in my knowledge and presence that something for once was actually.. My own. The word floated in my heart and I was reminded of what Dean had mentioned of freedom a few years ago. The temptation to pursue that hope had been dim then, but over time I had dawned upon me that the man I had reconstructed - every single inch of his body from marrow to memory - had a point. Thus the rebellion of my obedience to heaven and now to the fall of my once-brethren.. I felt shame to the choice of wording but brushed off after I was snapped out of my daze from yet another knock, this time a voice intruding my thoughts,
"Cas? You alright in there? Lunch's ready." At first I am slightly taken aback by the time reference to food-consumption and was tempted to ask if the tall man was ill or something but then I remembered that shortly after my shower, I hadn't bothered to come out. Drawn every single object within the room, I had ran my hands across it for no good reason at all. Maybe it is - as I mentioned before - a taste of something that was actually, mine. The word felt strange to be said aloud, but it was true. Hell, even this body wasn't mine to begin with. The angel blade which hid so cleverly up the sleeve to my trench coat was one aspect that had actually belonged to me. Me.. Castiel.. Angel of the lord.. It seemed painful to hold that title, knowing that I no longer was an angel.

Closing my eyes, I shake my head to and fro and call out with a stable tone to the younger Hunter,
"Yes, I will be out shortly. Letting out a breath, I figured he had taken a hint and disappeared elsewhere for the time being. Putting on a non-conflicted expression upon unbreakable features, I retreat from the seclusion of my den.

Ooc: Agreed. ^^

Sam's eyes narrowed as he trekked past Dean to the kitchen and remembered he hadn't bothered to tell what they were having,
"Hamburgers. I figured since Cas is back, might as well give him a treat right?" Sam asks, knowing Dean would probably make a homoerotic chick-flick-moment comment or something like that as he set the full plate in front of his brother.
Every now and again, the taller man would look up to see Dean's gaze flick between his food and the hallway where he expected to see something, or someone. Raising a single brow with curiosity, Sam decides not to bring it up, not being really in the mood to hear Dean's denial or whatnot.

I continued to endlessly stare at my angel blade, running a finger delicately off it's sharp edges - that never seemed to dull - until setting it aside to wander over to my door. Slipping my hand onto the knob, my eyes consider it for a moment, questioning something I'm not quite sure of before pulling it open and stepping out into the hall where the familiar waft of my former vessels-hunger comes to fill my nostrils with the familiar scent of red-meat.
Following the delectable scent, my form was pulled into the kitchen where I saw the two Hunters and an amused smile spread across Sam's lips. I didn't quite understand the look, but brushed it off as I eyed a plate in an empty seat with a stack of hamburger upon a thin tray,
"Dig in." Sam encourages, gesturing to the plenty of food before them to express his point. It was difficult to say know and before I knew it, I found himself sitting in the chair at the centre of the table. Eyeing the meat with a hungry stare, Sam chuckled softly, and I have him a confused look before beginning to set myself for this blessing,
"Thank you, Sam, Dean. It.. It's very kind of you." I say, looking up with eyes perplexed with gratitude. I wasn't necessarily describing having been fed by them entirely, but also of all they've done for me. I am surprised that their thoughts towards my being wasn't ill or negative, after all I've done..
I shake the thought, and raise the patty within a bun to my mouth, taking an unnecessarily large bite.