exsiliumlogs | Leviathans, Pt 1

Date & Time: July 13 - 20
Location: Various locations
Characters: Levi!Castiel and you!
Summary: As detailed in this OOC announcement, Castiel returns home with some additional baggage, some of which he's offloaded onto others -- an elf, a troll, various others in this dystopian world. Now, this Leviathan is off to visit some friends.
Warnings: Creepy leviathan behavior, violence, language.

[ There is a soft patter of liquid dripping off Castiel's sodden overcoat, a trickle of oily black liquid trailing down from inside his sleeve through the curve of his palm, collecting at the tip of his thumb and... with no place else to go, it falls into a growing puddle at his feet.

He's weary from expelling the others from the angel, thought that for a moment he would have exploded entirely but he held on miraculously. What damage that had already been done was healing itself, albeit slowly, and now he looks every bit like a sick, oil-covered and dazed angel. His clothes are stained with blood -- all of it belonging to innocent lives lost while the angel was drunk on souls and believing so badly that he could fix everything -- waterlogged and pulses of black liquid spreading beneath his skin as the Leviathan swam through his veins. Otherwise, he looked the part of Castiel... except the angel is dead, or close enough to it to pose no threat. And perhaps serve as a convenient snack when his time came.

Weariness could only be combated with food, not rest, and for now his largest priorities were to get in touch with the others, to learn what insight they had gathered from their new shapes... and a few of the people this angel once sought to protect and heal. There was a clinic, the angel's closest companions and numerous others who were easy pickings, and nothing quite stirred the appetite like seeing recognition and abject horror coming from a potential first course. ]

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If we leave, all you will have left is a corpse.

[ Leviathan fumes, dropping down to his knee and bracing more of his weight on the machete... which is now leaving a lovely gouge in the floor of the apartment. A hand hovers over the injury, the black fabric torn where the shot struck and already glistening wetly.

He rolls his eyes at the wound and his inability to recover from it as quickly as he should be and returns to glaring back at the hunter. ]

...But I suppose we could be convinced to help you retrieve your plaything. At a price.

[ dean's face grows a little paler at that, but otherwise he tries to keep the same bravado he's got going alive. at the mention of a deal, dean raises an eyebrow but his gun remains level with the leviathan, a pretense of what he'll do if it the leviathan tries anything. ]

Yeah? And what might the goddamn price be, huh? You get to gobble up one person every day?

[ There's that smile again. ]

You know, that's not a bad idea.

[ But it disappears a moment later, particularly when he palms over the wound and shivers briefly at the pain. ]

We may be convinced, but not all of us. We did not come here alone. [ With a grimace, the Leviathan huffs with bitter amusement and admits: ] You already presented an excellent case for... cooperation.

Not alone? Yeah, kinda figured there's more than just one of you freaks in there. [ he gestures at what was once cas with his gun, looking entirely unimpressed. though, in reality, knowing there's more-- that's not good. not at all. ]

So if not all of you will listen, why don't I just finish you off right now? And don't think going on about what Cas might want will stop me from doin' what I have to. He'd understand. If he's even in there anymore.

[ his voice is a little less poisonous by the end. ]

[ This is definitely not going as he planned, and that feverish pallor draws a little whiter at the idea of getting another taste of that hateful firearm Dean's got aimed at his face. ]

If you do that, your brother is next. Trust me, eaten alive isn't pleasant.

[ Wow, issuing threats is probably the worst idea right now. Particularly when one's weapon was Castiel's grace... and they flipped the off switch on that the moment they took over. And machetes are not ideal for deflecting bullets. :| ]

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I'll kick any and each of you freaks' asses before you evenlook at my brother. [ don't you fucking threaten sam of all people. cas is already consumed by this thing, he has sam left now and fuck everyone and everything if he loses his brother, too. ]

Why're you even doing this?

Hubris got us here when that angel of yours decided to try and patch up your pathetic planet by swallowing everything in Purgatory. But he, uh... bit off more than he could chew.

[ And what do you think happens when creatures locked up for what seems like eternity are suddenly let loose upon the world, hungry and immensely powerful? ]

We do it because we can. Because we're finally free to.

Cas did what? [ why would he-- why the fuck would he do something like that? he must have known it would be stupid, or had it been a part of his and crowley's plan? ]

He wouldn't do that, not after everything we've been through, not anymore. [ as if cas would somehow be able to remember everything they've gone though here back home, as if. ]

He's learned, he's better than that.

Is he? Has he?

[ The creature cocks his head to one side, teeth biting through the question with a smile that is too much like bearing fangs to be friendly. ]

You know, we seem to recall that he said he did it for you. Because of you.

[ The leviathan tosses his head as if to gesture at the bed. ]

Judging from the kinds of things you get up in here, I have little doubt what great new lows your angel would go.

[ man, leviathan, those're some serious puns right there. but he remembers that too, when cas had appeared at bobby's after they'd left him in the circle of fire. it's a memory he's long pushed away in favor of forgiving the angel, but it's easy enough to dig up, considering how much it had hurt at the time. ]

He's better than that. [ it's quiet but firm, angry. cas is better than this creature, better in every way and he wouldn't sink this low, would he? it's one thing to work with crowley, to bring back sam without a soul, but to devour the leviathan and turn into this?

do i know him at all? he wonders if there was any part of cas here, in exsilium, that still harbored these plans. ]

You let him go, you let him go and I'll let you go.

You want to put a bullet between his eyes? Is that it?

[ The Leviathan bristles, and struggles to his feet. It's slow going, and he treats his injured leg gingerly. He might not be in much of a position to negotiate, but in his eyes... neither is Dean. ]

Because that's what it's gonna take if you think I'm stupid enough to even think you'd let me leave after vacating this meatbag?

[ He knows what you're capable of, Dean. Probably better than most people do, thanks to the body he's hijacked. ]

[ that would be the obvious course of action wouldn't it? he says he'll let the leviathan go, but ends up shooting him in the back of his head, anyway. dean knows that's what he should do, but killing castiel? he can't do it, won't.

his gun remains trained on the leviathan as the monster rises again. ]

You're not really leavin' me with any other options here.

[ at least he gets a decent grade in tough talk. ]

Leviathans, Pt 1

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