[Semi-Closed]

[ofthursday]

Who: Merlinatural the Vampire Slayer and friends (Merlin cast, Supernatural cast, Buffy, and anyone who has plotted threads with them and wants to do them here instead of new log)
What: DARKNESS EVENT
When: Day 128 through 131
Where: All around Asgard
Rating: PG-13 to R for death, violence, language, and whatever else

[[ooc: This is a giant log for all the shenanigans of the casts so that we don't spam the log comm. Anyone with planned threads with anyone in this group is welcome to join in here or make their own logs for them, whatever you like!

Everyone please put in the subject line of your threads what day it's taking place, and (tentatively) the characters involved, as well as open or closed and anything else that seems relevant.]]

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[smartwinchester]

There was half a second of contemplation after hearing his name before Sam yanked the knife out of Castiel's chest. He didn't seem extraordinarily bothered by the blood or by the angel hanging onto his jacket -- in fact, he almost seemed to allow it.

It gave him an excellent opportunity to hold Castiel up straighter, with his free hand, before flipping Ruby's knife around in the other so he could slash it across the angel's throat.

He had little interest in lingering. And, once that was done, Sam dropped Castiel to the ground to keep moving.

There were more people to dispose of.

[ofthursday]

It was all over so fast, and of all the injuries and damage Castiel had suffered in his existence he'd never had his throat cut. There was a strange horror to it, something that set off ever instinct his vessel possessed, and he let go of Sam's jacket entirely to press both hands uselessly over the gash in his neck.

When Sam dropped him to the ground he didn't move for a few seconds, apparently long enough for Sam to continue on his path. But Castiel wasn't dead yet, eyes flickering open choking up a mouthful of blood. It was everywhere--on his hands and on the ground, soaking through his clothes, collecting in his lungs--and he knew he was dying, and would have just from the stabbing. It was only a matter of minutes, at most, and he was calm beyond just shock; he'd died before, and he knew people came back here. It would be okay.

He caught sight of the silver glint of his sword, suddenly, and in an act of sheer will managed to drag himself the few feet it took for close his fingers around the weapon. He didn't know what would happen to his things when he died and awoke again, but he wasn't going to risk his sword being left out here in the open. It was oddest thing to focus on, but the most important to him at the moment, and that accomplished he settled back against the ground. He couldn't breathe through the blood and the fact that his lungs wouldn't seem to expand, but it wasn't so distressing as it should have been, a hazy peacefulness settling over his mind.

For him, dying was easier than falling asleep by far.