[037] come out of the garden baby, you'll catch your death in the fog

[notafuckingnut]

This place is fucking awesome. Why couldn't we go here before? I mean, there's just...they've got everything. And I mean everything. This almost makes up for all that other shit.

[Seriously. He is digging this place entirely too much; BRING ON THE EVERYTHING, he's like a dog in a candle store right now.]

Hey, Drac. We still on for...? You know. I'm sure they got all kinds of places here. Good places, too.

[PRIVATE to Seth]

So what's the plan here?

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[notafuckingnut]

[Richie's standing on the outskirts, close enough to get an eyeful but far enough away that he technically doesn't count as one of the likely aggressors; he can SEE the fear, interpret it correctly without the noise to cloud it, and it's enough to keep him back. For now, anyway.

When Castiel shows up he retreats further, separates himself to make it even more clear he's not a part of this, wanders over so the angel can see him, see he's not involved.]

I didn't start anything.

[The rest of the crowd, however, doesn't really seem to have heard.]

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[trenchcoatedly]

[He didn't notice Richie until he hears that familiar voice, but he doesn't bother to acknowledge him for now. He's obviously not involved. Castiel feels pretty confident in his ability to take these aliens, though. They apparently feel the same way, because they turn to face him, and they have weapons - phasers and knives.]

I don't want to fight you, but I won't let you harm those who don't seek to be harmed.

[The assaulters seem intrigued by this. Enough that they charge the angel, who can handle them with a flash of bright light and hands flying and a knife of his own.]

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[notafuckingnut]

[...whoa. Richie just kind of...shrinks back a little and watches. Huh. He didn't think his warden was that badass.]

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[trenchcoatedly]

[Castiel dispatches them with moderate ease - he takes a few punches, but none of them seem to actually harm him. Someone even manages to cut him. But the first one takes a sharp elbow to the face and staggers away, the second gets throw about ten feet into a trash can over there, and the third shudders and faints when Castiel presses two fingers to his forehead and narrows his eyes. Then, he turns to the woman.]

Are you all right? Are you hurt? Do you need an escort somewhere?

[She shakes her head and gathers her stuff, then hurries off. Afterwards, he turns to Richie.]

I didn't see you there.

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[notafuckingnut]

[He watches the fight with interest, because he's never really connected the angel with any kind of real violence, but this? Well this is different, puts him in a different light. The girl runs off and he follows her with his gaze for a moment, but then Cas is talking to him and that's probably more important. He clears his throat, adjusts his glasses, and smiles tightly.]

Yeah, I figured. Geez, man. I didn't realize you did the whole...avenging angel thing too. What was that last thing you did, where you poked the guy and he passed out? That was pretty fucking cool.

[Yes, he's really more interested in the fight itself than what it was over.]

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[trenchcoatedly]

I destroyed Sodom, a long time ago. At my core, I'm a soldier of God, after all.

Almost all creatures can't conceive my true voice. When I do that, I'm essentially whispering to them, and unconsciousness is the physical body's best defense against such an attack.

[A pause. He can turn this into a learning experience.]

Have you ever helped someone like this?

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[notafuckingnut]

Huh. Good to know.

[Riiiight.]

What, fight off a whole crowd over some call girl or whatever? [The way she was dressed? Hooker's pretty much his first guess.] Nah. Not my fight, man.

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[trenchcoatedly]

You should protect those around you. In some way, every living being is associated with another. I think they have a term for it...

[He pauses, and wipes away some blood on his face distractedly. When he brings his hand from his face, the cut and the blood are gone.]

Six degrees of separation? In this way, the whole universe is your family.

And if it had been your brother, being attacked? What then? Maybe that was somebody's sister, who would have needed you to protect theirs on their behalf.

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[notafuckingnut]

[He scowls. He really wasn't expecting this to turn into a lecture.]

Bullshit. My family's Seth and that's it. Everybody else's problems are just that. Theirs. Why should I give a shit?

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[trenchcoatedly]

Wouldn't you want them to save you? If they saw you bleeding on the street, to help you? To protect Seth, if you couldn't?

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[notafuckingnut]

But they won't though. So why bother thinking about it?

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[trenchcoatedly]

They could.

I would, and so would many others. And so should you.