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Who: Castiel, Meg, and Silva
What: Silva and Meg have unfinished business, and Castiel is just incredibly unfortunate
When: Friday, December 6th
Where: Out in the town, elsewhere
Rating: PG-13 to R for violence and probably language

Castiel managed to escape the Castle that morning with only minimal kissing, and decided it was a good day to go exploring the town a bit more. He had no desire to fight with mistletoe and was overdue to find out more about this place anyway, so even though he really wasn't fond of the cold Castiel had set out to look around.

It's been a few hours and he's stopped at a few shops, found a snack, and continued on to the arts district to check out the church. It's beautiful but doesn't hold his interest for a particularly long time and so he continues, wandering around and just watching people go by, still exploring but more aimlessly than before.

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[He watches the man approach with his usual caution, but it soon dissipates as it seems he's just trying to collect the coins. He shakes his head a little--it's fine, no need to apologize--but then recognizes the voice from a conversation a few days earlier.

That's enough to prompt him to pull out his pad of paper from the pocket of his jacket and scribble a quick note, rather than just continuing on his way.]

Are you a resident at the Castle?

[ Silva stops his act for a minute and looks at the paper.]

Why yes ... Yes I am.

Have we met before?

[Castiel nods once, writing another response.]

We spoke over the journals, about the merits and flaws of decisions based purely in logic.

Ah yes ... I thought the writing seemed familiar.

I did enjoy our healthy discussion sir.

[He offers a handshake.]

Call me Mr Mayhugh.

[He accepts the handshake with a nod of greeting, writing his own introduction once they're finished.]

Castiel. How long have you been in this world?

[It's something he asks everyone, getting an idea of what they might know and also how long people tend to stay.]

[He's all smiles and politeness. That's how he gets ahead ... he is whatever a situation requires him to be.]

A few months give or take. It is hardly the worst accommodation I have had to endure.

Do you normally communicate this way? Or is it one of the castles darling little treats?

[Castiel can agree easily on this not being the worst place he's ever been, by far. His eyes flicker a little at the questions, though.]

My voice was my loss upon arrival here.

Oof you poor man.

If it makes you feel any better I cannot remember particular sections of my past.

Edited 2013-12-04 21:31 (UTC)

I prefer this.

[Castiel is missing enough chunks of his memory; as annoying as this loss can be, his voice isn't something of great importance to him. Not losing more of his memory is more than worth his voice.

The wind blows a bit, rustling Castiel's jacket, and it prompts him to remember to glance towards the sun to check the time. He should probably start heading back to the Castle; it's a bit of a walk, and he needs time to get back before it's dark. He's getting hungry anyway.]

Are you going back to the Castle?

Alas no ... I read about this little, kissing epidemic and thought I'd be better off in a little quiet spot I made for myself in town.

Sometimes the castle is just not a quiet enough place to meditate.

[He ruffles his hair a little bit in a bid to look a little more frustrated.]

Actually I was looking to do a bit of shopping here but my money bag just went ...boom.

[Sighing.]

I do not suppose you fancy keeping me company whilst I pick up another bag and maybe some extra cash from my place? I think I may have lost a lot of my orginal sum to idle hands or a drain.

[The kissing thing is definitely annoying, so Castiel definitely understands trying to escape it especially if you have somewhere to stay. He tilts his head slightly at the request, not sure why his company is needed, but he's not in that big of a hurry and this is something he can do.

So he just gives a small incline of his head in agreement, not bothering with another note.]

You are too kind sir.

[And by "too kind" he means "too gullible".]

It is only a block away from here.

[ They head back down the street. Silva all smiles and politeness. Never once letting his charming side slip. Soon enough they approach a warehouse in the business district.

He reachs into his pocket to get some keys and unlocks the door.]

By all means join me inside.

[Castiel is, honestly pretty gullible; it's gotten him into more than a little trouble in the past. However, he's also slightly skittish and wary of people, so while he's been friendly and trying to overcome his natural standoffishness, following Silva without protest or concern, he does stop when they reach the door. There's a big difference between walking around with someone outside and stepping into their territory.

Besides, there's no reason for him to go inside just for Silva to fetch some money and a new bag, so he hesitates. Despite his pause, though, he's not suspicious; it's much more Castiel's own wariness than any real belief that he's in danger.

Even though he is.]

[Ugh that was not the reaction Silva wanted ... still at least he wasn't making too easy for him.

He gives an understanding laugh.]

Do not worry ... I do not bite. I merely thought it was better etiquette to offer rather then leave you standing outside in the cold like that.

[ Still the street they are on is quiet ... time to change tact.]

Never mind ... I won't be too long.

[Silva heads back inside and waits ... just for a moment for Cas to turn his back.]

[Castiel nods again in understanding and appreciation of the offer, feeling just faintly silly again as his own distrustfulness--he had been so afraid of everyone when he'd found himself here at first, and it had been unfounded, and surely this is the same case--and tucks his hands into his jacket to wait. When Silva goes into the house it doesn't take long for Castiel to put his back to the door away, lifting his chin slightly to turn his face up into the wind and close his eyes briefly, enjoying the sensation despite the cold.

He's found that many of the little things he hadn't noticed as an angel are his favorite things about being human.]

[Sorry Castiel, after two minutes of turning your back to the warehouse entrance your getting a baton to the back of your head.

Silva watchs the man fall to the floor, his eyes dart left and right down the street before dragging him indoors.]

Edited 2013-12-05 00:43 (UTC)

[Castiel really doesn't have a chance to register that he's been struck until he's already on the ground and being dragged back into the building, not unconscious but incredibly dazed; he doesn't even feel the pain yet, just dizzy and confused and wondering what had happened and why he's on the ground and moving at the same time.

But once they're inside it's like a light switch flips on and he twists around as he tries to reach for an arm or a weapon, whichever is closer, so he can have leverage to get himself into a position to strike out at Silva. He's not accustomed to fighting while human and without a weapon, but he's still entirely capable and willing to defend himself, and his former calm agreeableness is all gone and replaced by will to fight.]

[Oh Silva see's what your doing there Cas. He strikes out at Castiel's right arm with his baton ... stopping the man for reaching for a nearby pipe. He then follows that up a shot to the head and then to the abdomen while the man is on the ground.

I want you to know that I do feel bad for what I am doing here Mr Castiel ... you see back home I would usually have people to do this type of thing for me.

But alas we must make do with the resources we are given am I right?

Edited 2013-12-05 01:08 (UTC)

[The blow to the arm hurts, and it's like that strike suddenly activates his sense of pain, though he still doesn't really feel the initial blow to the head since it's so closely followed by another. The hit to the abdomen knocks the wind out him and he switches tactics, curling over on the ground and covering his head with his uninjured arm, his injured one tucked against his ribs.

He's had far worse than this and kept fighting, but he knows this body is fragile now and while he could keep resisting it's a much better idea at the moment to feign submission. If he feels like Silva's intending to kill him he'll renew the fighting, but right now it's better to try to take as little damage as he can; he's pretty sure he's wanted alive or he would've been stabbed in the back.

So at the moment it's a waiting game, as he lets himself appear to be cowering on the floor, trying to figure out what Silva wants and what to do in response.]

[He gives another blow to the ribs before pulling out a chair for Castiel to sit on in the centre of the warehouse. He's going to stop hitting the man for now ... he can hardly fulfil his purpose if he's unconscious now can he?

After picking him up and sitting him in the chair he speaks in a gentle tone.]

Now ... you have your journal with you correct?

[He clenches his jaw and tries to control his temper at the strike to the ribs, eyes narrowing and everything about him quiet controlled fury, but he doesn't resist being pulled up to sit in the chair. His head is spinning and being upright isn't very pleasant--he sways a little and has to brace his feet a little wider on the ground so as not to tumble off the chair in either direction--but he focuses on the situation at hand and ignores the pain and the feeling of nausea.

He also ignores the question, turning his face to the side as if the walls of the warehouse are far more interesting than Silva, clearly having been in this situation before. There's nothing new about this to him, and while he's not being actively combative at the moment he is being purposefully unhelpful.]

Edited 2013-12-05 01:46 (UTC)

[Silva pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.]

And you had been so helpful up untill now.

[With one big swing of the baton he rends the man unconscious. Never mind ...there are some things he can do himself.

He searchs Castiels body to find his journal. It doesn't take him long to locate it.

Meg will quickly be finding a get help message and a location from Castiel.

With a sly chuckle he pops the journal back into the mans pocket and hides into the shadows.]

[Fridays at Death Match are always a little busier for whatever reason. Old habits, Meg guesses. Regardless of the reason, it's a predictably busy shift and it's a while before she gets a chance to take a break.

She pours herself a glass of whiskey and pops in the back for a minute to pull a batch of cookies out of the oven and tune in for a few minutes of mistletoe drama if there was any to be heard. Once the cookies are out, she leans casually against the kitchen counter and flips open her journal. The message waiting for her makes her feel like her heart is going to drop out of her chest. The glass of whiskey falls to the floor and shatters.

It's from Castiel's journal, but it's not his writing. She recognizes it as the same hand that wrote the anonymous tip about James' body.

Silva.

Meg didn't know what that psycho could possibly want with Cas, but she knew it couldn't be good. The location listed is on the outskirts of town, and that didn't bode well either.

She rushes out, hurriedly asking Castle to hold down the fort. Though she has the presence of mind to quickly return to her room for weapons and a jacket - more to conceal than for her own personal comfort, it doesn't even cross her mind to ask for help. In retrospect, she'll be kicking herself for not grabbing Kate or Dean like she should have.

It's almost dark by the time she arrives at the specified building, freezing cold and sweating all at the same time from running all the way from the castle.

She circles around once cautiously, finding a locked back door that's far less obvious than the one in the front, and hardly a challenge for her to break into.

Once inside what looks like the storage area of the dimly lit warehouse, she pads silently towards the light coming down the short hallway. She only makes it a few steps before she's frozen to the spot.

No.

Sure enough, when she looks up, there's a devil's trap hovering over her head. This time, her denial is spoken out loud, through gritted teeth.]

NO.

Edited 2013-12-06 00:07 (UTC)

[A strong wind probably could've knocked Castiel out at this point, and a hard swing from the baton definitely does it. He's out before he hits the floor, and doesn't even stir for some time; he awakens for brief moments a few times, from the cold or the pain or noises outside, but then soon lapses into unconsciousness again.

He's still completely out of it by the time Meg arrives, unaware that she's been lured to the building or that she's walked into a devil's trap in one of the back rooms.]

Edited 2013-12-06 00:13 (UTC)

[You may see a figure in a trademark white suit in the distance, appearing out of nowhere Meg. That figure is now walking towards you slowly ... taking his time and enjoying this.]

I'm afraid it is so.

Do you like my drawing? I have never been a good artist. Computers and things of a technological nature have usually been my strong suite.

But when I saw this in a book at the castle library I felt ...inspired. And I knew somebody like you would appreciate it.

[Silva is now face to face with Meg. A smug look of satisfaction flashs across his face.]

Hello again Megan.

Edited 2013-12-06 21:46 (UTC)