The French Mistake (Cas)

[CASTIEL]

Castiel didn’t even move a muscle as G excused himself and walked off to the car. He stayed there, unblinking for the longest time. Castiel just…watched things as they happened. He pondered quietly to himself, his thoughts of not of any specific importance at this moment. He turned his head ever so slightly so that he could watch what the Frenchman was doing. After an unnaturally long time Castiel finally remembered to blink.

Castiel tilted his head in a curious fashion as he looked at the blade. He moved an arm, reaching out to obtain the object before him. He plucked it gingerly from him and held it lightly in his palm. He studied the blade with some of his angelic abilities, sifting through the elements and other chemicals that made up the handle and the blade itself. He reached back out and handed the weapon back to him. The angel nodded.

“The blade is sufficient for the task,” he responded stiffly.

He listed to his question and blinked a few times. Should he follow? Could he handle it? Did the Winchesters need him? He weighed the options and decided to go along with this, to supervise as it were. Castiel nodded again.
“I will accompany you on this task. As for finding this creature, it should live somewhere in the area, I believe it does not wander too far from here,” maybe a three or four mile radius.

That was a lot of ground to cover but with Castiel’s help and abilities they might be able to find this creature soon. Maybe…maybe if it had been disturbed in its feeding…That would be a good reason as to why there were bodies here. Somebody must have called the police, and the creature would have wanted to be inconspicuous.

“It might still be nearby,” he said with a strange lift in his tone, due to his current realization. “They took away it’s meal…It could be here, waiting, or it could be watching us right now…” the angel said with slight dread.

[GUILLAUME BURNIER]

"Good, then I can't wait to find this thing and take it down," Guillaume replied, holding back from saying "son of a bitch" as he sometimes would say, since he'd know Cas would probably ask about that. That angel, he isn't used to the human vocabulary but he has to admit, he seemed adorable like a little kid wondering about the world around him. Aw. Anyway, he still is curious if the angel would study more humans around him, and yet where does he go to whenever he's not on earth? And how long he has been on earth? And is this his true body? "Thank you I'd like that, and maybe if we face it we'd know more about the creature. I figured that as much, usually if you feed you wouldn't leave the mess like this instantly. I would have thought he or she would have at least licked off the blood from the walls and stuff. You know get more taste." He looked out the window from where they were standing, could get a good view of a forest that is not too far behind. In case if they were far, his baby is nearby so he could at least drive her into the area. "If so then they'd probably know we're after it. Okay. Um...I have an idea. What do you feel about traveling into a car? Cause I'm thinking to drive into the forest that is a bit far off from where we were." Maybe that'd be a good idea though he'd drive with the headlights not on since he wouldn't want the creature to figure that they were there chasing it.

[CASTIEL]

Castiel had taken up the habit of nodding. He preferred his limited physical responses than words most of the time. It made for, interesting interactions with people. Still, body language was a very effective method of communication. Words could be tricky, but body movements were a lot harder to misinterpret. Maybe that was why he chose to use them so much. Yes, it was logical.

The image of the monster licking the walls for the blood confused him and it was just, slightly disturbing. He frowned slightly as the little thought played itself out in his head. Yes, they most certainly had to stop this creature. Not only did it kill and eat innocent humans, but he was certain that licking the walls of the house was not good for the structure, or the paint.

“Yes, I sense it was disturbed…” he trailed off, trying to fire out what disturbed it.

Cars? He knew Dean owned one. He had no need to be in a vehicle before. Castiel merely looked at the hunter and blinked a few times. Driving? He supposed it was a good method of travel, considering humans didn’t have the ability to teleport themselves. After a brief consideration the angel nodded and started to follow the hunter. He said nothing, letting that eerie silence slip between them once again.

Those silences were quite often with others and Castiel. Unfortunate for the more socially inclined, but they had a habit of happening. The angel followed him to the car and looked at it, studying the frame, choice in paint, and other things. It was odd, but then again, he had grown accustomed to the Impala. Castiel did not understand why humans made cars of so many varying types, colors, and interior styles. It just seemed too…complicated.

[GUILLAUME BURNIER]

"Well then, let's track the creature down and end its disturbance," Guillaume answered with not looking back as he now opened his side's door and hopped in. He closed the door after him and then reached over and opened the door for the angel, even though Cas could handle that himself but he was just being nice. Afterwards he sat back and hooked onto his seatbelt. Sure, he's a hunter, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to end up with a ticket for not wearing a seatbelt. And, not end up dead either. But then he thought it through its not like he'll be seen by a cop so he unhooked the seatbelt and then turned on the engine. "So, um, how good are you with a knife or a gun? Just in case if it turns to you?" he asked, curious to know. He has never gone hunting with an angel before but this is good, he has some angelic help, "or you'll handle the creature without them? I mean since you obviously have the power to appear out of thin air maybe you do have some. You're lucky, all I have is the weapons in the back but thank goodness I came prepared, huh?" he asked.

[CASTIEL]

Castiel’s fingers lightly ran over the smooth painted metal of the car as he caught the door. He peered at it, a strange new specimen to study. Blinking he looked at the door and the interior. He caught himself as he found that he was wasting precious time. Cas carefully stepped inside the vehicle. It was roomy enough, but…still he felt – contained. Angels had been born to fly, for freedom, for open skies. Maybe he was just slightly claustrophobic.

He took a few moments and got comfortable within the car. He watched the man put on and then take off the seatbelt. Was this some sort of ritual? He knew Dean and Sam wore those devices. They were for safety measures. So why wasn’t Guillaume wearing one? Cas didn’t wear one, but he could heal his vessel in a matter of seconds if he ever acquired a good amount of damage. A simple car accident was not going to leave a bruise upon his vessel. He had been hit by a car, leaving the scene unfazed by the incident.

“I am proficient with various forms of weaponry,” the angel replied.

He had been trained by Heaven. Knives and angelic blades mostly, but he knew how to work a gun just fine. Castiel could certainly hold his own, unless it came to higher powered angels and very powerful demons. He did not fear this creature that they were going to track down. They would find it. They would kill it. He would move on to the next hunt.

Castiel listened to the hunter and just turned his head to look at him. His face was blank for the time being. He did not understand the concept of ‘luck’ or anything of the sort. He knew about being prepared for all situations, but…not luck. Luck was just a human concept to him, one that seemed quite silly. Castiel just looked at G for an awkwardly long time before he turned his head back forward, staring now at the window.

[GUILLAUME BURNIER]

"Good. I have some in the trunk if you need some weapons. If not there's a pistol and a blade in the glove compartment which is there in front of you," he pointed towards the glove compartment of which is in front of Castiel, then reached over and without even looking, he opened the compartment to show the gun and the blade that was inside, neverminding that his arm is brushing against Cas' trenchcoat. He closed the compartment soon after then stood upstraight having that hand that had opened the compartment be set on his own thigh. "Do you like music?" he asked, hoping he didn't mind the cd player be instantly on. He had it on before he came to the area. It was Aerosmith from the eighties with "Jeanie got a gun" now its "Sweet Emotions". He has a collection of their greatest hits on one cd. He prefers those. "If you don't you're welcome to turn it off." He kept his eyes on the road. Okay you son of a bitch, where are you? he thought to himself, though he knew they were close. There's some tracks left behind by something on the road. "We're close, they left some tracks on the road," he added. "Or maybe they were from something else but the thing must be close." Oh he can't wait to get this thing!

[CASTIEL]

[bockquote]He would not need the weapons but he nodded to the human before turning his gaze to peer out the windshield. Castiel didn’t even bother to look at the glove compartment. If he needed a weapon he could always conjure one into existence in case of dear emergency, if he could focus enough upon it. Still, he had no fear of this creature. Only another sibling or a high powered demon could smite him. So, he felt in no peril.

Castiel did not care for much physical contact. Something about even the simple brush against his trench coat bothered him. He wasn’t sure why. Even though he could easily devoid people of their personal space…He turned his head to the mortal as he pressed the question of music. If anything he could always make Jimmy go def for a little bit if he did not enjoy the tune.

“Listen to what you will. I shall not be bothered by it,” he said before turning his gaze back to the windows.

Castiel kept his angelic senses perked for any sign of the supernatural creature. His eyes flickered out the window and he didn’t even bother to open the door. He teleported out of the vehicle to where the tracks were, staring down at them in quiet reserve. Castiel pulled a blade from his trench coat as he looked around for the creature. Yes, it was close. His blade was a weapon of Heaven. He thought, that in this case, it would be useful against the creature, even if it was not made of brass. [/blockquote]

[GUILLAUME BURNIER]

It was then that Guill noticed he had brushed his arm accidently against Cas' coat which wasn't for purpose. The dashboard itself is very large since the car has a lot of space so that is why. Okay...maybe its not the glove department, its really the seats. Guill HATES when people push back the seats to where it leans totally back. In fact, how the heck they can drive like that? He always has his near the dash board also in case if there's an airbag popping out its easier to be caught up in it especially with the seatbelts on, but other than that it doesn't really matter because you can still get hurt. "Okay," he replied to the angel, "besides I always keep it low." He reached over and turned it down a little. That's another thing that bothers him, whenever the people have the music blasted so loud you can hear the bass even from like a mile away. Ugh. That is SO annoying. "I don't blast it to the point of me going deaf like some people nowadays. I mean a car is a car, NOT a nightclub. So um, how do you-" he looked at the left to find Castiel not there. "Castiel?" he asked, looking around. He turned his head towards the road. Instantly he found Castiel standing on the left side, holding a weapon in his hand. "Jesus!" He stopped the car instantly pressing onto the break. Guillaume grabbed his weapon, turned off the engine, got out of the car and closed the door afterwards then walked up to him. He'd ask him of how he did that, but he would already know the answer-the guy is an angel. Literally. "Hey listen, sorry about the physical contact with my arm. The seats are pressed near the front because unlike some people I hate driving with the seats pushed way back. I mean, seriously. Anyway... Is he close? Are we near him?"