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The thing with being an angel was, Castiel didn't really require any light to go about his usual business. As such, while the main areas of the church were well lit with sunlight coming through the stained glass windows, there were any number of dark hidey holes scattered about that might otherwise be electrically lit. Normally, this wasn't an issue. Of course, normally, the island wasn't being overrun by vicious creatures with an aversion to bright lights and a thirst for flesh, blood, and mischief.

When the teeth latched onto Castiel's ankle, he didn't think much of it. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd had a gremlin gnawing on his leg, after all, and it wasn't likely that it would manage to get very far in its gnawing.

When an hour passed and he wasn't feeling any effects, he began to wonder. When the Cat bolted across the altar to tackle another of the creatures, only to end up in a flurry of claws and teeth and yowls and very little hilarity, he started to get the feeling that something unusual was going on.

When the Cat abandoned her attack on the gremlin to spring up to the top of Castiel's head, where she crouched in terror, he realized that something had gone horribly, horribly wrong.

The Church was, as always, open. Though Castiel would recommend bringing along something heavy and/or sharp, today.

[ooc: open! First thread is locked to, uh, me, though.]

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Because sometimes you just have to play with yourself.

Look, okay, Priestly wasn't the most religious guy in the world, right? But after being ~~handwavily~~ accosted in his room, the bathroom, and the occasional darker alleyway in town, he was willing to check to see if the church might offer at least a little bit of a respite.

"Sanctuary!"

Castiel spun towards the doors, Angelbane still clutching desperately to his head, one gremlin still gnawing on his leg, another now attached to his shoulder.

Priestly, standing neatly in a sunbeam just inside the doors, blinked.

"Or not."

"Do you require assistance?"

"Dude, I could ask you the same thing."

"I'm fine." And he was, too. A little bloodied, perhaps, but that was mostly Angelbane's claws, and nothing that wouldn't heal the moment he was no longer being attacked. "I unfortunately cannot recommend taking shelter here at the moment."

"I'm getting that, yeah." Priestly backed towards the door, only to freeze and shriek when in suddenly swung inwards.

Relax, Priestly. It's just Claudia, giving you funny looks.

"Hey, uh, this might sound like an odd request, but I need to borrow some of your glass." She pointed across the church at the circular stained glass window behind the altar. "Just the middle piece. I'll totally help replace it, later."

"Don't do that!"

"What, walk in the door?"

"Yes!"

"Children!" Castiel didn't often raise his voice, but, really, this was not how one should conduct oneself in his church.

It was a little bit hard to be a voice of authority when one had a cat on one's head and gremlins attached to various bits of oneself, but Castiel was just the guy to do it.

Claudia turned her head to face Castiel. Her eyes went wide. "Woah. Definitely not an isolated incident."

Castiel tilted his head. "You may take what you require, especially if it will help you deal with these . . ." He waved one arm vaguely, sending the gremlin on his shoulder flying.

Right into a holy water font.

Oops.

"Holy shit, is that thing bubbling?"

"Okay, I'm going to guess that that's not good."

"It appears to be multiplying. I suggest you fetch your glass quickly."

Claudia backed up several paces, dragging Priestly along with her, as the wet gremlin went into thrashing convulsions that sent little tiny . . . gremlin pod things, every which way.

Which quickly grew into full sized, very hungry looking gremlins of their own right.

The new gremlins, tumbled about over each other in the shadowy corner, many braving the burns of the sunlight in a rush to find a dark spot closer to the tasty, tasty humans.

"Hang on," Claudia shouted, and she pulled her work lamp from her belt and switched it on.

Stupid halogen bulbs needing time to warm up.

"Come on, come on. . . ."

"What the hell are you doing?"

Castiel stepped into the mass of gremlins, fists flying.

"Light!" said Claudia. "From what I can tell, they're extremely photophobic! Looks like it might burn 'em!"

"So, what, you made some kind of light gun?"

Because the OCD demands it.

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