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Date & Time: April 6th, evening
Location: random street
Characters: Sam Winchester, Kagura, and later Castiel
Summary: a young inexperienced hunter's about to get more experience than he can handle. Good thing he has an angel on his shoulder.
Warnings: Violence! Some language too probably.

[Sam told his brother that he's patrolling with Buffy now - and it's true, they do hit the streets together. But he never said he stopped going alone as well. It's not so much his need to patrol as a drive to get out of the apartment, away from sitting alone with his thoughts. The more he brews with them, the angrier he becomes. And he just managed to go a few days without taking it all out on Dean. No reason to ruin his winning streak already, right?

So he hits the streets, in hope that something else will grab his attention, something that will steal it away from hating every single world out there, hating how unfair his life is.

The constant rain, while appropriate to his mood, just ends up making him crankier.]

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[Unfortunately for this little Winchester, Kagura tends to make things worse. It doesn't help that she's not in a good mood, either. That fucking Sesshomaru...."don't make me come after you again". Who did he think he was? She had no need to be toted around by him! Why did he even care, anyways? He had no reason. That just pissed her off more. So, even though it was raining, Kagura went out for a fly around the city, when she noticed a brown-haired boy walking the streets.

She needed to get her anger out on someone. She flipped off her feather, landing only a few inches in front of him. Her fan was out, her smirk only half-hidden behind it.]

Don't you know little boys shouldn't be playing out in the dark?

[After some of the run-ins he's had out here in the dark, his hands immediately moves to where he could conveniently and quickly reach his gun.

He frowns, sick and tired of the little taunting thank you very much.]

Cute, you came up with that all on your own?

Oh, you're going to attack me? [She sounds amused.]

I didn't really want to dance with you....but now I should, shouldn't I? I can't be rude....

[And she opens her fan and flicks it towards him, several strong blades made purely of wind aiming for his abdomen.]

You're the one sneaking up on people --

[But before he could complete the comeback, blades are flying at him and what the hell - he jumps to the side trying to evade them. His last minute response has them tear at his side and his hand reaches to hold the wound, blood flowing between his fingers.

His gun is out in his right hand now, and he doesn't bother with comebacks anymore; he just fires.]

[And she deflects the bullet with ease, using another wind blade to cut it in two, stopping it mid-air.]

How boring. You're no fun at all.

[And she yawns, flicking her wrist, sending a tornado his way from the sky. A vortex of wind twirls around her, but anyone can see she's smiling.]

[ Well, this escalated quickly. It's a good thing Castiel has been following Sam on orders of his brother, at least when he had a spare moment. Which he has a lot of. Good thing for Sam.

The vortex doesn't reach Sam. Instead, through the violent winds emerges a nondescript man, his trench coat a boring beige to match his boring black suit and rumpled blue necktie. The only thing wild about him was his hair, which would be the case for anyone who had to walk through that mess.

Of course, this boring looking man being slowed down not in the least might be considered 'wild' too, either unaffected by the attack or simply avoiding it via some clever teleportation right into the wake of the storm. Probably not so much of an impressive feat when you're an angel, particularly if you were known to be the very same angel who favors the Winchesters.

As he strides forward, he calls out above the shrieking wind: ]

You are unknown to me, so I'm only going to say this once. Back off.

[ Blue eyes are staring those angry red ones, bright and unafraid. ]

This boy is under the protection of Heaven.

[Sam was prepared for impact - or as prepared as anyone could be for an incoming tornado. In his head, he was saying his goodbyes to Dean, the only thought he had room for.

What he wasn't prepared for? Nothing.

He opens his eyes when he hears Cas's voice, not quite believing his luck, and is stopped dumb in his tracks at the sight. He's used to seeing Cas as a somewhat awkward but friendly man. Now, for the first time, he sees the angel.

This boy is under the protection of Heaven. Something very deep inside him is moved at these words, a part that always believed, a part that now whispers to him I told you so. It'll be alright.]

[What Kagura had been prepared for was a bloody heap, or at least splattered blood on the streets. What she wasn't prepared for was this sudden holy man, who blew away her ghostly wind. The wind stopped howling incessantly. She scowled, staring the both of them down. She had to get out of here, before she got killed. So, as she took a plume out of her hair and got on it, she looked back angrily at the pair.]

Let's call this a tie, little boy.

[ Squinting up at the retreating woman atop a... feather?

That seems entirely implausible as a means of transportation but by now he's aware there are too many things that confound him to count. Castiel files it away under the ever expanding 'things that will never make sense' and

Anyway, the angel doesn't understand what that is all about, but what he does is that Sam was under attack and the attacker was this strange woman with red eyes and a haughty attitude of one unused to being so outclassed. ]

Let us instead call it what it truly is. You lost.

[ Castiel glares up at her, a dagger made entirely of smooth silvery metal drops from his sleeve and into his hand. ]

Now go, or I will lay you to waste -- I won't tell you again.

[Playing the role of 'victim' only moments ago, Sam now finds himself taking the place of 'audience' in this battle of giants.

What is that woman, that's something he definitely needs to know. He needs to report her to the police, needs to warn Dean and Buffy.

But these thoughts are menial, pushed aside by his awe and wonder of Castiel; this is an angel of the Lord, this is what he imagined fighting the good fight.]

[Damnit, Castiel had ruined her fun. But, there was no way to attack him....honestly, if he had the power of simply being there and destroying her ghostly wind, she did not want to be around him. She would not be purified. Instead of answering, she gives them both a very dirty look, slowly flying off into the distance.

She would not be outdone. She simply had to find out how to defeat him.]

[ The secret is in missions, missions that would allow her weapon to evolve and, in theory, even demons could kill an angel without the need of stabbing them with their own weapon. Of course in his world, it seemed like almost everyone had an angel's blade in their personal arsenal.

Anyway, with the demon dealt with, Castiel turns his glare away from the sky and returns his attention to the younger Winchester. ]

She hurt you.

[ Stooping down, the angel crouches to one knee and grasps Sam's shoulder with a hand. Unlike in Attollo, where his healing abilities were locked from him, he can heal with ease. One of the reasons why he had offered his skills to Anders' Clinic in the first place. He does so now, knitting together flesh and restoring health where her attacks had cut at Sam's body. ]

...Tell me what happened.

[Just like that, she's gone. The pain she inflicted on him was pushed away, to that drawer in his mind where all things are messily shoved into when it's a matter of life and death.

Now that Cas mentions it, he feels it again, but not for long.

Being healed is like nothing he's ever felt before, and his finger tips trace the skin that had been torn only moments ago with disbelief. He looks back down at the angel.]

Amazing. Thank you. [His breathing turns easier, his sight clearing, his brain racing to put some order in his thoughts. He runs a shaking hand through his hair.] I'm, I'm not really sure I was just...walking and she came out of nowhere. Picking a fight, and...it's like nothing I've ever faced before. I didn't stand a chance without you -

[The look he gives Cas is that of one who saw his life ending, only seconds before. He still can't quite believe he's standing here.] Lucky you were around.

[ That's a nice compliment, Sam. There's no denying the startled, taken-aback and slightly pleased expression that dawns on Castiel's face; not when he drop his eyes with a ghost of a smile, fidgeting as he stands again.

He did a good thing.

And then Sam mentions how fortunate it was that Cas had just happened to be around right when he needed him, and Castiel suddenly feels like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. ]

Yes, uh. I... I was looking for you.

[ Smooth, Cas. It's not quite a lie, he's just omitting certain truths... like the fact that Dean sent him to babysit his baby brother from time to time. ]

I was... going to ask you how your training was going.

[He laughs a little nervously at that.]

Clearly not as good as it should. Got any suggestions, other than you know, pray for some Godly power?

I suppose I have a few.

[ The angel offers Sam his hand to help him up. ]

Standing would be a good place to start.

[Sheepishly, Sam takes his hand and pulls himself up.]

Thanks, man.

[He chuckles a little] I've been saying that a lot, haven't I?

[ Castiel's brows pull down in a frown of confusion. ]

That is the appropriate phrase for expressing gratitude.

[ And he imagines you just have a lot to be grateful for. ]

Donno if appropriate's the word I'd go for, more like...the default.

[Because he can't think of the appropriate alternative. Because when he tries to think of it, things get awkward.]

What I mean is...you keep saving my ass. I keep needing that. [Maybe Dean was right.]

[ Castiel finally seems to get where Sam is going with this conversation, and nods. ]

I imagine there are many others here who would have been easily overwhelmed by that attack, Sam.

[ Don't beat yourself up over being outclassed. ]

Probably. [He agrees. But how many of those people were trained to face them since they were kids? How many of them are John Winchester's sons?

Out of those two, who do you think would have failed worse?]

But that won't help me next time I'm in over my head. Can you help me train?

Of course. [ Castiel glances over his shoulder. The demon is already gone, but the encounter has the angel already wondering who or what she was... and what did she want with Sam. ]

...I suppose I can always deal with that strange creature another time.

[Wow, that Cas would leave an obviously dangerous creature out to go help him train...he doesn't know if he wants to be flattered or seriously question his judgment.]

No, no it's ok we don't have to start right now -- she may hurt someone else.

[ The angel sighs, turning back to the hunter. ]

She's gone, Sam. [ A pause. ] Where were you going before she attacked you?

Nowhere, really.

[He shifts uncomfortably; walking around in a city like this all alone after dark - probably a bad move. He's proved that to himself time and time again.

But when he sits alone in his room there's nothing to distract him from his thoughts and he just finds himself out, trying to get away from them.]

Just needed some air.

[ Castiel leans his head slightly to one side, looking at Sam as if silently asking him why he would simply be walking around in what was effectively a war zone for no other reason than to get some air. ]

You must realize by now that you might want to stifle such urges in the future. For your own safety, of course.

[It's dumb, and he knows it. But he still can't take being cooped up with his thoughts, with his anger.

Going out and taking something on, that was always their way to deal with unresolved fury. Without Dean to tell him he's out of control and force him to confront his feeling...he just doesn't.]

Yeah, I know. But I mean - these things are out here. And it's kinda our job to take care of them - there are people here even less suited to facing them. Can't just...let it be.

[With half a smile he continues] Besides, our own safety's never really been a factor.

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wow who the hell is this douchebag <s>oh hi cas</s>

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IDK Sam, after finding out about Adam, maybe John really got around /shot

gjdfhgjkdfh omg /dies laughing

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