A small black speck falls through the sky, headed for the lush green hills. Samandriel catches a glimpse of it from one of the windows in the house. He stops his work; curious he dashes to the door, turning the dial so that it opens to the door that leads out of the castle and onto the hill.
“Samandriel, how many times have I told you to keep the door closed?” came the voice of the fire demon from the hearth. Humans. They didn’t understand the effort it took to power a gigantic moving house.
Samandriel ignored Balthazar, the fire demon that is, sticking his head out of the door as he watched the black speck getting larger and larger.
“Castiel’s not going to like it when he gets back,” the fire demon threatened him again.
“I don’t think he’s going to be in the condition to scold me,” Samandriel said as he dashed out of the house now, headed towards the falling creature. As it crashes into the ground outside the moving castle, Samandriel’s heart skips a beat. He’s seen this hulk of a bird in his dreams before and he knows who this is.
Behind him the moving castle groans to a stop and he can hear Balthazar’s voice from the open door, calling him back inside along with a string of expletives. He doesn’t listen instead he cautiously approaches the monstrous bird, its midnight black feathers glinting in the dim light of the sunset. He notices the way the bird’s wings rustle as he approaches, spreading wide as if to defend itself.
Samandriel holds a hand out, palm facing the beast, “Cas? Castiel, it’s me Samandriel,” he says. He can see the outline of Castiel’s face beneath all the feathers and with cautious steps he stands before the beast that is Castiel, his hand brushing past the feathers and cupping the wizard’s cheek. “Castiel please listen to me I know you’re in there,” he says and the large wings move to cover him, encasing him and trapping him there.
A shudder of fear courses though him and he gulps, afraid that the beast might attack him. He doesn’t know how much of Castiel’s conscience is in this transformed state of his. Samandriel does know however that with each transformation, it is getting harder and harder for the wizard to return to his human form. “You can’t give in to whatever demons are possessing you,” he whispers as he moves in closer, bolder now. Wrapping his arms around the body of the beast, Samandriel clings to him, unafraid.
“Castiel I’m here. You can turn back to your normal self now. There are no enemies here. You are safe,” Samandriel coos, his fingers combing through the black feathers. He can hear Castiel’s ragged breathing and right before his eyes, the wizard transforms back to his human self, collapsing into his arms. Samandriel catches him, panicking as he gently shakes Castiel trying to wake him up.
As he presses his hand to the wizard’s forehead he realizes that Castiel is running a fever. The transformation must’ve been too much for him. He drapes Castiel’s arm over his shoulder now and slowly and steadily guides the wizard back into the house, trying hard not to stumble over Castiel’s legs. Once he is inside Samandriel uses his foot to kick the door shut behind him.
“He’s got a fever and he crash landed outside,” Samandriel explained as he passed by the hearth where Balthazar sat, a little lump of fire with a face.
“That explains why you ran out!” the fire demon called after him, “I’ll start moving once again before the Queen comes looking for his services once again.”
Samandriel enters Castiel’s room, his eyes lighting up, breath stolen from him as he marveled at the numerous trinkets, baubles and all manner of oddities that litter Castiel’s room. In the center of it all is a grand bed with quilts of red blue and black and large grand fluffy pillows with golden tassels at the corners. He’s never been into the wizard’s room before and he is amazed at the size of it. You could get lost in here. Single handedly Samandriel pulls back the heavy covers and slowly slides Castiel into bed. Then he sets about preparing a basin of cool water and getting Balthazar’s help in brewing a fever tea before he returns to Castiel’s room.
Samandriel pushes the wizard’s fringe away and places the cloth over Castiel’s forehead, watching as he drew shallow breaths, his chest rising and falling. He found a wooden chair covered with clothes and folding them and setting them aside he pulled the chair up to the bed and took a seat, waiting for Castiel to wake up.
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The cooling feeling on his forehead is what causes Castiel to awaken. His head is throbbing slightly as he sits up, a damp cloth falling from his head. He is in his room, in bed. Beside him he spots the human boy Samandriel, head resting on his hand as he sleeps in the chair. He smiled, as he folded the cloth and dropped it back into the basin of water. Samandriel must be a light sleeper for he awakens then and looks to him eyes filled with worry.
“My nurse fell asleep,” Castiel muttered his eyes meeting the boy’s and seeing colour rise in Samandriel’s cheeks at the comment.
“I’m sorry,” Samandriel says stifling a yawn as he rubs his eyes and stretches out the kinks, his joints cracking, “you weren’t exactly an easy person to carry.”
Castiel laughed, he liked the boy’s witty replies, “My hired apprentice shouldn’t talk back to me.”
Samandriel sticks out his tongue at him, “How are you feeling?” he asks, truly concerned. His master might be an ass at times but he still worried for him.
“Better,” Castiel said, watching as Samandriel picked up the basin of water nodding in response to his reply. He could still remember the way Samandriel had touched his cheek just now, and hugged him. All that and his words had saved him and allowed him to transform back to his human self. If he didn’t say something soon, Samandriel was going to leave his room and it would be as though nothing had happened between them. They would continue to live their lives separately as master and apprentice and Castiel was really quite sick of that.
So before Samandriel turned to go, Castiel grabbed his arm and pulled him back, making sure that the boy was facing him before he said, “Thank you Samandriel, for saving me from myself.”
Samandriel felt his heart skip a beat at the wizard’s touch, the sound of the water sloshing in the basin seemed almost too loud in the silence of Castiel’s room. He didn’t know what to say…he was stunned really that Castiel could remember what had happened.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” Castiel prompted him seeing Samandriel chewing on his lower lip now, nervous.
“I…um…you’re welcome…” he murmured averting his eyes, then added, “please try not to get hurt again…you’ll make me worry.”
Castiel chuckled, his hand cupping Samandriel’s chin now as he pulled the boy close and kissed him softly on the lips, “You’ll just have to keep me out of trouble then, my dear apprentice Samandriel.”
FiLL, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Howl's Moving Castle
A small black speck falls through the sky, headed for the lush green hills. Samandriel catches a glimpse of it from one of the windows in the house. He stops his work; curious he dashes to the door, turning the dial so that it opens to the door that leads out of the castle and onto the hill.
“Samandriel, how many times have I told you to keep the door closed?” came the voice of the fire demon from the hearth. Humans. They didn’t understand the effort it took to power a gigantic moving house.
Samandriel ignored Balthazar, the fire demon that is, sticking his head out of the door as he watched the black speck getting larger and larger.
“Castiel’s not going to like it when he gets back,” the fire demon threatened him again.
“I don’t think he’s going to be in the condition to scold me,” Samandriel said as he dashed out of the house now, headed towards the falling creature. As it crashes into the ground outside the moving castle, Samandriel’s heart skips a beat. He’s seen this hulk of a bird in his dreams before and he knows who this is.
Behind him the moving castle groans to a stop and he can hear Balthazar’s voice from the open door, calling him back inside along with a string of expletives. He doesn’t listen instead he cautiously approaches the monstrous bird, its midnight black feathers glinting in the dim light of the sunset. He notices the way the bird’s wings rustle as he approaches, spreading wide as if to defend itself.
Samandriel holds a hand out, palm facing the beast, “Cas? Castiel, it’s me Samandriel,” he says. He can see the outline of Castiel’s face beneath all the feathers and with cautious steps he stands before the beast that is Castiel, his hand brushing past the feathers and cupping the wizard’s cheek. “Castiel please listen to me I know you’re in there,” he says and the large wings move to cover him, encasing him and trapping him there.
A shudder of fear courses though him and he gulps, afraid that the beast might attack him. He doesn’t know how much of Castiel’s conscience is in this transformed state of his. Samandriel does know however that with each transformation, it is getting harder and harder for the wizard to return to his human form. “You can’t give in to whatever demons are possessing you,” he whispers as he moves in closer, bolder now. Wrapping his arms around the body of the beast, Samandriel clings to him, unafraid.
“Castiel I’m here. You can turn back to your normal self now. There are no enemies here. You are safe,” Samandriel coos, his fingers combing through the black feathers. He can hear Castiel’s ragged breathing and right before his eyes, the wizard transforms back to his human self, collapsing into his arms. Samandriel catches him, panicking as he gently shakes Castiel trying to wake him up.
As he presses his hand to the wizard’s forehead he realizes that Castiel is running a fever. The transformation must’ve been too much for him. He drapes Castiel’s arm over his shoulder now and slowly and steadily guides the wizard back into the house, trying hard not to stumble over Castiel’s legs. Once he is inside Samandriel uses his foot to kick the door shut behind him.
“He’s got a fever and he crash landed outside,” Samandriel explained as he passed by the hearth where Balthazar sat, a little lump of fire with a face.
“That explains why you ran out!” the fire demon called after him, “I’ll start moving once again before the Queen comes looking for his services once again.”
Samandriel enters Castiel’s room, his eyes lighting up, breath stolen from him as he marveled at the numerous trinkets, baubles and all manner of oddities that litter Castiel’s room. In the center of it all is a grand bed with quilts of red blue and black and large grand fluffy pillows with golden tassels at the corners. He’s never been into the wizard’s room before and he is amazed at the size of it. You could get lost in here. Single handedly Samandriel pulls back the heavy covers and slowly slides Castiel into bed. Then he sets about preparing a basin of cool water and getting Balthazar’s help in brewing a fever tea before he returns to Castiel’s room.
Samandriel pushes the wizard’s fringe away and places the cloth over Castiel’s forehead, watching as he drew shallow breaths, his chest rising and falling. He found a wooden chair covered with clothes and folding them and setting them aside he pulled the chair up to the bed and took a seat, waiting for Castiel to wake up.
The cooling feeling on his forehead is what causes Castiel to awaken. His head is throbbing slightly as he sits up, a damp cloth falling from his head. He is in his room, in bed. Beside him he spots the human boy Samandriel, head resting on his hand as he sleeps in the chair. He smiled, as he folded the cloth and dropped it back into the basin of water. Samandriel must be a light sleeper for he awakens then and looks to him eyes filled with worry.
“My nurse fell asleep,” Castiel muttered his eyes meeting the boy’s and seeing colour rise in Samandriel’s cheeks at the comment.
“I’m sorry,” Samandriel says stifling a yawn as he rubs his eyes and stretches out the kinks, his joints cracking, “you weren’t exactly an easy person to carry.”
Castiel laughed, he liked the boy’s witty replies, “My hired apprentice shouldn’t talk back to me.”
Samandriel sticks out his tongue at him, “How are you feeling?” he asks, truly concerned. His master might be an ass at times but he still worried for him.
“Better,” Castiel said, watching as Samandriel picked up the basin of water nodding in response to his reply. He could still remember the way Samandriel had touched his cheek just now, and hugged him. All that and his words had saved him and allowed him to transform back to his human self. If he didn’t say something soon, Samandriel was going to leave his room and it would be as though nothing had happened between them. They would continue to live their lives separately as master and apprentice and Castiel was really quite sick of that.
So before Samandriel turned to go, Castiel grabbed his arm and pulled him back, making sure that the boy was facing him before he said, “Thank you Samandriel, for saving me from myself.”
Samandriel felt his heart skip a beat at the wizard’s touch, the sound of the water sloshing in the basin seemed almost too loud in the silence of Castiel’s room. He didn’t know what to say…he was stunned really that Castiel could remember what had happened.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” Castiel prompted him seeing Samandriel chewing on his lower lip now, nervous.
“I…um…you’re welcome…” he murmured averting his eyes, then added, “please try not to get hurt again…you’ll make me worry.”
Castiel chuckled, his hand cupping Samandriel’s chin now as he pulled the boy close and kissed him softly on the lips, “You’ll just have to keep me out of trouble then, my dear apprentice Samandriel.”