He spots the limp wave and slides down from the boulder perch. Seraph, not archangel, but that’s indistinguishable when looking at a vessel. The state of his attire is rough, covered in grime and plant-goo, torn in places where he’s ripped away fabric, leather or fastenings for other uses. But Cas himself is unbothered.
Stepping into the fire light, he’s holding out a charred snake on a stick. Please eat, child. ]
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He spots the limp wave and slides down from the boulder perch. Seraph, not archangel, but that’s indistinguishable when looking at a vessel. The state of his attire is rough, covered in grime and plant-goo, torn in places where he’s ripped away fabric, leather or fastenings for other uses. But Cas himself is unbothered.
Stepping into the fire light, he’s holding out a charred snake on a stick. Please eat, child. ]
My name is Castiel. Are you hurt?