school's out forever, TAG: CASTIEL

[Rosalie Mary Burke]

it's the end of the world as we know it
and ifeel fine

Her memories of the world before the destruction were few and patchy at best. They consisted mainly of people without faces or towns without names - families laughing together as they rolled in the grass - honest to god green grass. She'd only been young then and had, ultimately, spent most of her time isolated in the salvage yard memorising most of the bible in latin with only the hunters and Rumsfeld for company. When Winchester (a surname she could only say and think with dislike) had decided it would be a god way to pass a Sunday afternoon to do something fun like, oh you know, destroy the world; she, like so many had been forced into hiding.

So, looking about at the suffering in the streets, Rosalie couldn't feel any compassion. Any sympathies she'd once had were lost over the years of constantly seeing it. Now it was just an everyday occurrence and to be fair, she'd never been the most social of people anyway. Tugging her old, three generation hand me down leather jacket about her body, she hid the shiver that threatened to show itself as she stepped out the splintering doorway, dust rising with each thud of her biker boots against the dry earth. The surprisingly strong wind caused her wild brown hair to whip about her face, prompting a hand - which had, up till now, been hidden up her sleeve - to sneak out and attempt to move it, strands of it stubbornly wrapping about the black gummy bracelet her Uncle Bobby had given her when she was sixteen.

Stepping over what she guessed was the skeleton of a dog, she headed for the makeshift bar, her hazel eyes trained on the turn ups of her blue jeans. Uncle Bobby had always ridiculed her on her dress sense - she always overheard his muttering of 'them all being the same' - but she felt comfortable in them. The old mustang was still sitting in the middle of the road, once a beautiful car reduced to nothing but a rusted pile of junk. It made Rosalie want to hit something - who would do that to a car that, obviously, was never going to be made again?

Shouldering her way into the bar, she let the door gently close behind her - if it slammed to hard it would probably break and as far as she knew, it was the four scrounged up door this month - as she walked towards the booth by the front window. That way she could look out the window and loose herself in the fantasy world in her head where everything was as it once was. Shrugging off her jacket, she plucked at the knot where her flannel shirt was tied above her stomach and stared at the table, a yawn passing her lips.

Boredom was kicking in - she needed something to shoot.

Or eat.

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Tag: Sammy/Castiel
Word Count: 488
Music: Run by Leona Lewis

[Castiel]

He sat in the corner of the bar and went unnoticed. The waitress walked passed without so much as a glance, and the people heading to the restroom ignored his presence. Castiel was, in every sense of the word, invisible. Only not exactly. He was simply uninteresting to them, a man with a forgetable face. No one saw the power in his eyes.

When she came in, Castiel sat a little straighter - straighter than an awkward angel did regularly, anyhow. Seventeen years among mankind and still the smallest things had not been mastered. He watched her move to a booth near the window and shed a jacket that looked familiar to him. It was old and reminded him of Dean's from before everything had gone horribly wrong. With who she had grown up around, it very well could have been his. Bobby Singer had taken excellent care of the girl.

Her eyes went to the window, and Castiel noted how similar she was to the man Sam Winchester had been. A dreamer and a fantasizer, he hadn't always been there terror he was now. He had been gentle and he had meant to do good by everyone... The lines just blurred along the way, and no one had been able to redraw them. Not even God himself.

Castiel frowned. She would never understand that, though. Bobby Singer had molded her into the hunter her uncle and father would have, but never mentioned either in a very positive light. Dean Winchester was a stubborn fool (who ran away, though he never mentioned it) and Sam Winchester... Well, there were plenty of stories of how terrible and heartless he was to wash away any good he did before he gave up hope in all that was right.