OnexOne: x_fire

ooc: alright, so this is actually your last post so I'll reply to this in a minute XD

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Cas nodded, spreading his wings as much as the small house would allow. He glanced at Damon, arching an eyebrow curiously.
"Yes, I'm fine with this" The Fallen responded, smiling softly. He reached out, gently touching Damon's shoulder.
"Keep your wings wrapped around yourself, tightly" He warned, before suddenly they vanished, reappearing moments later outside a small house.
"Is this it?" Cas asked, releasing Damon and wrapping his wings around himself once again.

OOC: People are gonna think we're nuts for having so many OneXOne's together...

ooc: well we are, so I guess no denying it =P

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Damon wrapped his wings around himself as best as he could after hearing Cas. Within a few moments they weren't in the camp-area and somewhere else. He had closed his eyes when they had disappeared, and had just gotten to opening them. He couldn't help but gasp when they had turned up in front of his old home. He'd grown up in the place, and hadn't been there in quite a while now. He nodded and said, "Yea," somewhat quietly before taking a few steps closer. He wasn't even sure what to do right now, if he should go in or not. He wasn't expecting to wind up here first of all things.

Cas nodded, seemingly pleased with himself. He rarely managed to jump to places he didn't know properly the first time. He sighed, watching Damon curiously, closure might help him embrace his new angel-ness. He kept his distance, though made sure he was well within range to prevent anything bad from happening. He needed to see how the boy behaved in situations if he was going to train him.

He glanced inside the window of the house, a middle aged woman was puttering around, making dinner or something. Pictures adorned the wall above the fire place and Cas recognized many of Damon. He assumed the woman was the boy's mother and quickly returned his attention to his young charge, wanting to make sure he handled this okay.

"She can't see me right?" Damon asked and didn't even wait for an answer. He opened up the front door quietly and stepped inside. When he noticed that his mum didn't even notice he let out a sigh of relief, making his way further into his home. It was the strangest feeling being back in his home but it felt like he was unwelcome. He walked past the kitchen, unsure of what to do yet. He knew he wanted to talk to her and just say he was fine, but from what Cas had said eariler it had made him become much more cautious about it. He saw the fireplace and all of the picture on it. They were mostly of him and his mum, seeing as it had only been the two of them as he grew up, and then a few of other family members. He noticed more had appeared since he died, and he frowned. He hated most of these pictures, and in anger he swiped his hand at a few as if to knock them off the mantle. Little did he realise that he actually did knock them off, he assumed his hand would go through them or something like a ghost. When the sound of the pictures hit the floor, he cringed, and left the room as quickly as he could. He knew his mum would go investigate, but he didn't even know what to do then. It's like the plan he'd made was completely lost when this was actually happening.

Cas was about to respond when Damon basically busted into the house. He sighed, following after him, cringing as the pictures were brutally knocked to the floor.
"Calm down" He growled, shaking his head and waving his hand lightly as if to calm the boy.
"Just remember why you're here. If you want to show yourself, talk to her, you may" He reminded, "If you'd rather just observe we can do that as well" He said, watching as Damon's mum bustled into the room and looked at the picutres with a saddened expression as she gingerly bent and picked them up, carefully replacing them on the mantle.
"She really loves you" Cas murmured in awe. He had never really see human emotions before, this was just as much a learning experience for him as it was for Damon.

Damon said, "I know," angrily, almost in a yell. He wasn't sure if he was mad, happy, or sad at the moment. He had no idea what was even going through his own mind. Plus he new he must've looked like a mess to Cas, which was probably true. He stormed off angrily, much like a little kid, and made his way to his old room. He was surprised to see that much of his room was unchanged, just with a few notes scattered about the drawer. He didn't even know what they were. He picked a couple up, seeing that they were letters to his mum from family and friends. He knew they were about his death. He tossed them back down on the drawer, pretending like he didn't care. He selfishly began taking a few of his favourite shirts, a necklace his mum had given him as a kid, and a couple pairs of shoes. He held them in his arms for a moment before dropping them. He sat down where he was and stated, "I don't know what the bloody hell I'm supposed to do." He felt like a wreck and was trying to not show it, but it was pretty impossible at this rate.

Cas sighed, following after Damon as he tried to deal with everything. He looked over the man's room curiously, surprised at his actions for a moment, he had never had anything he truly cared about, nor had he ever really had a home that was his. He looked at Damon and sat down next to him, a small smile on his face.
"Do you want your mom to know you're okay?" He asked curiously, hesitantly rubbing Damon's back in what he assumed was a reassuring manner. He also tried to straighten a few of the more bent feathers on his wings, knowing that ruffled feathers tended to hurt after awhile.
"Because if you want her to know you're okay and at least somewhat happy, I suggest you show yourself to her. Reassure her, she'll be happier and so will you. Once she knows you can always come back and visit her, if you want" He added, he sometimes wished he could do that. He wanted to see his family again, wanted to see his other brother, but he didnt have that chance.

Damon shook his head and said, "I don't think I can. It's too hard." He nodded a thanks to Cas about the feathers, it was making him feel a bit better. He just didn't think he could talk to his mum. He knew she'd be relieved to see him ok, but he also knew that it'd break her heart to see him dead again. He grabbed the pile he had gotten together eariler and held them in his arms once more. He eventually stood up and found a sports bag. He placed the things in there, deciding he'd take the items with him. After a few moments for just standing he eventually walked over to the drawer, finding a scrap of paper and a pen. While writing with his left, he plucked a feather off of one of his wings with his right. He looked over at Cas and asked, "Can she see this?" He wanted to know if she could see the feather now that it wasn't a part of him. He decided he would leave a note and then talk to her later if he had enough courage then. The note just stated, "I'm fine now," and signed his name underneath. He clutched both the note and the feather in his hand, and held the bag in the other waiting for Cas's response.

Cas watched Damon curiously, he wondered what it'd be like, having a family who gave a damn. His own brother had tried to kill him, nearly succeeded, and Luc, well Luc cared but not much. He sighed, why had he thrown everything away? He glanced at Damon as he spoke, shaking his own miserable thoughts from his head.
"Yea, as long as you want her to see it, she can" He murmured, standing and stretching lightly, trying to ignore the dull ache he still felt in his injury whenever he was sore, like he was now.
"Where to now? You ready to head back? Or do we have any place else to go?" He asked, he didn't care either way, its not like anyone would notice if he was missing.

"Good," Damon said while setting the note down on his bed and the feather next to it. He didn't know if it'd do much, but at least it was enough for now. He looked at Cas, thinking for a moment. At first he had wanted to go back to the camp and just forget all of this, but he had decided against it while they were out. Eventually he asked, "There was a police station near my uncle's flat, could we go there?" The only reason why he had known it was there was because he was afraid of getting caught by them while they'd had the money. He figured they were probably the ones to find him dead so they'd have to have something on his uncle's where-abouts.

Cas nodded, "Sure thing" He smiled easily at the boy, though his own mind was in turmoil.
"Come on then" He wrapped his arm around Damon's shoulders, concentrating on what he knew of Damon's Uncle and the Police Station and in mere seconds they appeared in front of it.
He glanced around, stretching lightly as he stared into the dark alleys around the place.
"Lovely" He snorted, looking at a few homeless people, "Can't even take care of themselves, no wonder He wanted us to" He muttered, feeling a bit more sympathetic to his eldest brother's cause once again.
He still missed Xavier, but he also knew he'd probably never get to see him again, at least not on good terms. He figured if they met again, one of them would die, most likely himself. He couldn't harm his family, it seemed Xav had no problem cutting his youngest brother to pieces. The same brother he had defended constantly when they had all lived in heaven together.

Damon looked around once they appeared there, and by the smell of it he knew they were there. When he heard Cas's quip he held back a laugh. He added on, "Makes the camp we're staying at look good, eh?" He knew his uncle had lived in a shady part of London when he had first arrived, but it was even worse than he remembered.
He looked at the police station for a moment before walking inside. He didn't mind if Cas stayed outside or not; he figured he wouldn't be too long. It's not like he had the chance of getting caught now. That was one thing he did love about being an angel now; he couldn't get caught by the living at anything he did really.
He walked past the few coppers in the building, and was surprised how few there were. He found what he assumed was case files cause they were all scattered about and in large cabinets and such. He opened a draw up, seeing they were by date. He eventually found the right week and year, which lead to him finding the file.
He pulled it out, holding his breath (even though he had no need to really breathe) and opening up the file. His first hope was to see that his uncle was dead, or at least caught, but things weren't that easy. The first thing he saw was 'Unsolved' written in large letters at the top. They clearly knew who had murdered him, they just never found his uncle.

Cas stayed outside, continuing to brood in silence, staring rather angrily at the poor man in the alley. A woosh behind him alerted him to someone landing. Whirling, he was shocked to see Xavier right there. Speak of the bloody devil, or perhaps he should say angel.
"What the hell do you want?" Cas snapped, stepping back automatically from his older brother, eyes wide.
"Hm? Oh nothing, just checking in on you Castiel" Xav all but purred as he stalked closer to his younger brother. Xav was tall, his build was that of a professional athlete. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, his wings were white, a complete contrast to Cas' own dark wings, though the brothers looked incredibly alike. They had often been mistaken for twins.
"Check in on what? Last time you checked in on me you almost bloody killed me" Cas snapped, jerking his wings back a bit as Xav made to touch them.
"Come on Cas, you know I had to do that. You betrayed us, along with Luc" He sneered as he said their oldest brother's nickname.
"I did what I thought was right Xav, you know that" Cas snapped, glancing at the police station and hoping that Damon stayed inside for a bit longer.
"Just leave me alone" He murmured, eyes flashing sadly for a moment.
"Miss me Cas? Miss me defending you? Luc never did that, did he?" He purred again, "Why you followed him, that asshole is beyond me. He never cared for you, I did" Xavier was growing angrier by the minute.
"I know" Cas said brokenly, "I was stupid, I know that" He said, looking sadly at his older brother.
"I'm sorry Xav, I made this decision, I followed him. I can live with that. I can't live with you trying to kill me" Cas murmured.
"I can't not try, I have orders" Xav murmured, looking kinder for a moment.
Cas huffed softly, fighting back tears.
"I never ment to hurt you" He murmured to his brother, "I'll always love you and Luc, don't ask me to choose between you two again"
Xav glanced one last time at Cas before turning and disappearing, leaving his distraught younger brother completely torn up.

Damon sifted through the file some more, finding that the group invesitgating must've been incredibly daft. It took them over a week to figure out it was his uncle. How could they not have guessed that first? He was found in his uncles bloody flat afterall. He flipped to the last page finding a couple pictures. He took the one on top out of the file, and let the rest of the papers drop onto the floor. He knew it must've looked bad when he had died, but he didn't know it would be so gruesome. There was his own blood all over the wall behind him and as well as on the couch he had landed on. His body was slumped and completely lifeless. It was an aweful sight for him to see.
He placed the picture in his trouser pocket, making his way out of the police station completely horror-struck. He needed to get back at his uncle for this, all of the anger he had bottled up was now beginning to surface again. As he left the station he caught a glimpse of what the thought must've been an angel. He saw the white wings just before the man had disappeared, and his anger faded slightly into curiousity. He looked at Cas and asked, "What was that?" He had a guess of who it was, but he didn't want to bring it up. He could tell Cas was having enough problems as it were.

Cas sighed, turning as Damon returned, "My brother" He said with a small shudder as he visibly compossed himself before the other man.
"Where to now?" He asked, changing the subject, he had no desire to think anymore on his bloody disfunctional family. Everything was so damn confusing it was driving him absolutely insane. He tried to calm his mind, Damon didn't need his drama right now, he had enough on his plate. He'd talk to Luc when he got home, stuff would work out, it'd be fine.

Shifting slightly he returned his gaze to the boy, waiting patiently for his answer. He had a feeling Damon wanted to see this thing through, not that he could blame him. His wings fluttered softly in the breeze, it was an odd sight, an angel, in all his glory, standing in a street full of mortals that couldn't see him, it would have made a good painting.

"You mean the brother that tried to kill you?" Damon asked Cas with wide eyes. Why would his brother be there? More importantly, would his brother come back? He didn't want to get killed again; he hadn't been an angel long, let alone had to chance to live a full human life. He tried to shake the feeling off as best as he could, and respond to cas's next question. He wasn't really sure how to answer it seeing as he wasn't exactly sure where to go. "Erm I'm not exactly sure. The coppers didn't have much on the case actually," he said said with a slight shrug. He didn't know if they could transport, or whatever it was, when they didn't know where to go. Like he wasn't sure if they could transport to people without knowing their destination. He stuck his hands in his jeans' pockets unsure of what to do with himself. He looked around at the few mucking about on the streets. It was odd knowing that no one else could see the two of them, and it was beginning to bother him. He frowned slightly before his expression flattened out as his gaze moved back onto Cas, not knowing what to do. He felt like he wasn't being very helpful, and his anger was beginning to knot up inside his stomach; he just didn't want to show it.

"That would be the one" Cas muttered, glancing at Damon. He could tell the kid was worried, he didn't need to be.
"Don't worry, he won't hurt you" He reassured, "If he comes back, I can handle him" He murmured softly, Damon really didn't need to worry about Xav. Cas could handle his older brother, at least long enough for the younger angel to get away.
"Just think about your Uncle and we should be able to go to wherever he is. The transporting thing works with people too, but only people you know well" He explained, glancing around for a moment.
"If you want that is" He didn't want to pressure the young man, but he was not looking forward to going home, Luc would be pissed about this.

ooc: I'm super sorry, this is an aweful and short post 0.o

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Damon rocked back and forth, unsure if he wanted to go. He could feel all of the anger bottled up inside of him and wanted to just end it, but he wasn't sure if he could do it. He looked over at Cas and said, "Yea I'm ready." He was thinking of his uncle, but he still wasn't sure if he could do it. He figured he'd just let the cards fall where they were, and hope that he wouldn't regret anything he did. He cursed to himself quietly, almost feeling like he wasn't actually where he was.

Cas nodded, shaking his head to himself as he watched Damon out of the corner of his eye. Once he was sure the boy was focused, he focused his 'magic' and soon the two reappeared in front of an old, run down appartment building.
"Here we are" He muttered, releasing Damon and flexing his wings before closing them against his back.
"Anything look familiar?"

OOC: My post is awful as well

ooc: haha well I didn't give you much to go off of, eh? XD

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Damon shifted his wings uncomfertably looking at the run-down apartment. He shrugged saying, "Yea somewhat." He didn't really remember much about his uncle, other than the day and a half he'd actually stayed at his uncles' flat. He looked around not sure what he should do. He knew his uncle would be in there; he just didn't know if he could end another life, even though he did deserve it. He looked at Cas and asked, "How should I do it?" He didn't know if they had any special way of killing or if he just needed a gun or something.

Cas sighed, "Do you want him to die? Or..?" He trailed off, "Because each choice has a different response. He flexed his hand, closing his eyes to a moment before a sword appeared in his hand, edged in flame.
"As an angel, you have the ability to control holy fire. You can call into existence a weapon of sorts" He explained. "Each of us, each angel can call something different" He nodded at his hand.
"I have a long sword, Luc has scimintars, or two swords. Some of us have axes, knives, rope..." He trailed off.
"You'll have something too, but you need to practice" He explained, vanishing his sword.
"Close your eyes and relax. Focus all your mind on your core, you'll see something like a ball of flame. When you see that, reach into the ball of flame, metaphorically of course, and you'll find your weapon. Once you do, that weapon in intune to you and only you, you can call it into existence whenever you choose and use it as you please"

"Erm, alright," Damon said shrugging in somewhat disbelief. He had seen Cas draw out a sword with his own holy fire, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to do it. He wasn't one to look inside himself for anything, he just sorta did whatever came to him at the moment. He closed his eyes and sighed slightly getting in a more comfortable stance. He looked inside himself, trying to find something. He eventually saw somewhat of what he thought was a light. He attempted to reach inside, but nothing. He opened his eyes and frowned looking back at Cas. He shut his eyes tightly, trying a few more times before he got anywhere.
He looked inside himself one more time before he felt a flame in his hands. He opened his eyes quickly seeing the flame burst up from his hands. When the flame died down a daggertail appeared in his left hand. The rest fell down onto the ground with a clash before he muttered, "Brilliant." A smile appeared on his face in somewhat awe of what his weapon was.

Cas gave a proud grin, it wasn't very often new angels were able to call forth weapons, it was rather impressive.
He admired the weapon for a moment, flashing a grin as he glanced up at Damon.
"Good job, I'm rather impressed" He murmured, his tone reassuring.
"So, now you have your weapon, it is unique to you, no one else will be able to use or hold it" he explained softly.
"Others may have a similar weapon, but that is yours. No one can take it from you or weild it themselves" He said, calling forth his own sword.
"Try and take it" He gestured at the sword, waiting patiently while Damon attempted. As soon as the boy touched the weapon, it flared dangerously, flames going white hot for the time his hand was on it, before disappearing altogether and reappearing in Cas' hand.
"See?"

Damon attempted to take the sword from Cas, but it failed miserably. He shook his hand a bit after feeling the flames, it actually stung a bit. He nodded after Cas had proven his point and replied, "Yea."
He looked around making sure no one was there. He wanted to try out his daggertail before actually using it on his uncle. He knew it was going to hurt, and it put a smile on his face. He flung the whip forward, seeing it slash into the pavement with a thud. He was beginning to get psyched for what was to come. The fact that he was getting excited is also what scared him. No one should necessarily be excited to end someone else's life. He knew where his uncle would end up when this was all said and done, but he wasn't sure if his 'angelhood' could get revoked or anything.