Our Lady of Fandom, Wednesday

[scruffnfeathers]

Over the weekend, the Cat had developed a habit of pawing at the various doors and windows of the church and meowing pitifully to let Castiel know that it was hungry or cold and wanted to be inside.

Castiel had gone to check on it the first few times, but having determined it was in no immediate harm -- and having spent a good chunk of his time letting the Cat in and out of the church seemingly at the slightest whim -- he'd decided to ignore it.

The Cat had now resorted to hurling itself bodily against the door and making noises like it was dying a horrible, tragic, and most importantly unfated death.

"No," said Castiel, "you're not."

"Meeeerreeeeowwoowowwwwwwww!" said the Cat.

Castiel looked down at it and sighed. He stepped back to let it into the vestibule. The Cat immediately set about attacking his coat. He sighed.

"I suppose you want another tuna."

[ooc: the church is, as always, quite open.]

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[carpe_demon]

Come nightfall, Drake was standing outside the church, holding an old style boombox over his head, playing a heartfelt song. And waiting.

[carpe_demon]

And another song.

[carpe_demon]

And another.

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel had ignored the first two songs without any trouble. On the third, he had to admit that his curiosity won out.

"What exactly are you doing?"

[carpe_demon]

"I knew I should've started with the Real Life song," Drake mused. "Do you believe in heaven above? Do you believe in love? Don't tell a lie, don't be false or untrue, it all comes back to you."

[scruffnfeathers]

"Of course I believe in Heaven. I've been there."

[carpe_demon]

"What about love?" Drake said, drawing closer. Personal space? What was that? "Do you believe in that? Because I'm looking for love, calling heaven above to send me an angel."

[scruffnfeathers]

Funny, it was usually Castiel invading people's personal space.

It suddenly struck him how unpleasant that could be for people.

"I know the love of my father," he said. "And I've seen how love affects mankind." It wasn't really an answer to Drake's question. "What exactly would you need an angel for?"

[carpe_demon]

"Not just any angel," Drake said. "I need a Castiel-shaped one." He snapped his fingers and conjured up a red rose, holding out to Castiel.

[scruffnfeathers]

Something clicked in Castiel's head. "You're attempting to court me."

He didn't take the rose.

[carpe_demon]

"I know we're from two different worlds," Drake said, sinking to one knee. "Demon, angel, matter, anti-matter, but what an explosion we could make when we touch. I never knew love like this before. Now I'm lonely never more, since you came into my life."

[scruffnfeathers]

It was hard to tell if it was to Drake's advantage or not that Castiel knew very little about music of the 20th century. Either way, he had absolutely no idea how to handle this situation. So far, he was handling it primarily by staring.

". . . My vessel prefers women." It was a thing, okay? Jimmy didn't get a say in much, but he got one in that.

[carpe_demon]

"I don't care about your vessel," Drake said, standing back up. "That's just a shell. It's you I love, that shining stuff inside, your essence of angel, your Castielness. OK, it helps that you're scorchingly hot in that bod, but that's not what matters."

[scruffnfeathers]

"It's entirely possible that my 'shining stuff inside' will burn your eyes out of their sockets."

[carpe_demon]

"That might be a risk I'm willing to take," Drake said. "I'm a fool for love. What do I need to do to prove it to you?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"I'm not asking for proof." He wasn't. "I am . . . uncertain what you want me to do about it."

[carpe_demon]

"I've only got a few months left in me before I shuffle off this mortal coil, run down the curtai, and join the choir invisible," Drake said. "But I will spend them in utter bliss if you tell me you love me, too."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel . . . wasn't certain if he should make a demon feel better, but the Lord was forgiving, and it was his duty on occasion to bring peace to the dying. Even, perhaps, by lying.

He was torn.

"I . . . love all of my father's creatures."

[carpe_demon]

"But I'm special, right?" Drake said. "Tell me I'm not just like all the rest. I know, I know, we've got the whole 'theirs was a forbidden love' thing going on, and I should just be happy writing hot angel-on-demon RPF, but no one's ever made me feel like this before, so I just had to take the chance."

[scruffnfeathers]

Redirect. Redirect, man!

". . . RPF?"

Oh, he knew the term. He'd spent enough time online, after all. He simply knew it primarily in terms of people writing about imaginary lives that Chuck never lead.

[carpe_demon]

"Real Person Fic," Drake explained. "Something I picked up from those wacky kids on the internet. They like to write stories about the actors who play their favorite characters on TV and movies. I know, I know, it's kind of sketchy, and it would totally be a Mary Sue thing, but if I can't have you in my life, I'll have to live and love in my imagination."