meme | #002 -- absolute obedience ( do you do you want to )

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the ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE MEME 1. Post with your character. 2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies. 3. Any orders. 4. Any orders. Meme Strategy: There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he must be obeyed. Play it however you like. Don't like the orders you got? Not willing to have your character follow them, even if you've had a good time up to this point? Talk to the other player, use OOC notes or PMs, try and work it out. Got some stuff you'd never want to play out? Consider making a preferences post and linking to it when you reply here. Wanna give orders that people would love to follow? Give em context. Make it a story. Is this about revenge? Working out some personal issues? Too dumb to realize that the other guy has to do whatever your guy says?

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[trenchcoatedly]

I tried to do the right thing!

[The anger takes the angel by surprise, and he is quiet for several moments while he gathers his thoughts back together. Angels don't get angry. It's unbecoming.]

I did what I thought was right. What I needed to do. And I did what I had to do, in the end, but with so many unexpected consequences...Sam, and me, again, and those creatures....I was wrong. I should have been punished. Instead I'm here again, good as new, thinking about the mistake, about how I should have listened - to you, and Rachel, and Balthazar, and instead I went through them. Is this my punishment, Dean? This guilt, eating at me?

[He turns back to Dean, effectively a tightly bundled psychological mess.]

You taught me that when you need to do something - you have to ignore how impossible it seems, how insane and irrational, and your detractors, and--

[He drops off abruptly, staring at his own lap, and sighs. Then he runs a hand through his hair and looks away again.]

[hunting_trip]

[He'd have thought, in a time like this, his anger would flare up, too, and they'd butt heads like they often did on matters of morals. Instead, there's a deep-rooted understanding that takes him by surprise. He sounds... he sounds like Sam. Cas reminds him of his baby brother so much in that instant, it's really hard to be mad at him.]

Cas... [He sounds tired.] You're like... a billion years old, but there's still an assload for you to learn, man. You can't just... come up with excuses to make wrong look right. That's not how it works. The hardest part about making a decision isn't making the wrong one, either, it's learning to admit you're wrong. Even to yourself. Especially to yourself. When you start hurting the people you care about, I don't care what two ways you look at it, it's wrong.

[He hesitates, then lowers his arm to put his hand on Castiel's shoulder. It's meant to be reassuring. He's never been good at that, but it's worth a shot.]

Look, I've made my fair share of mistakes- and hell yes you're supposed to feel guilty. Hell yes, it's supposed to eat you up inside. That's how you learn. That's how you know whether or not you're a good person- feeling like shit about the mistakes you've made. It's what separates us from demons.

[He turned his eyes away, staring at the wall for a second.]

The bottom line is, you have to ask yourself... 'Would the people I care about be proud of me for what I'm doing'? If the answer's no, well, that's a big indicator.

[trenchcoatedly]

[Castiel goes stiff when Dean touches him, but he relaxes again, staring at his hands and his lap. he doesn't talk for a while, taking the criticism stoically. If he has any rebuts or defenses, he's not sharing them. Even after Dean finishes talking, Castiel is quiet for a long time.]

You were happy, and peaceful, and... retired. You'd sacrificed so much for this cause... I couldn't ask you for more.

[He meets eyes with Dean and looks away again. For an angel, Castiel sure has an exciting lap.]

No wonder you drink so much.

[hunting_trip]

[He tugs his hand away and shrugs, a shrug much too animated, accompanied with a wave of his hand and a noise in the back of his throat.]

Ah, yeah, well. You can't exactly retire from something that's gonna follow you around for the rest of your life. [His voice is light and even, trying and failing to suggest he's over the whole thing.] What can I say? I guess I'm just not the retiring kind.

[That eye-contact avoidance is a real change from the intense stares he used to get. He's not sure which option he prefers. Either way, he quirks his lips into half a grin.]

Something like that, anyway.

[trenchcoatedly]

[Castiel waits in silence for a few more moments. he looks back up and holds Dean's gaze, trying to figure out what to say or do.}

Dean...

[Then, a rush of wingbeats, and he's gone.]