Cross posted along with LJ. No clue what I was on when concocting this. Not mine. Sigh.
Well this was a bust.
Castiel had Dean's amulet in one hand, a map of the continental United States in the other, standing outside of a casino on Las Vegas Boulevard.
Right, okay, God wasn't in Nevada. Good because the flashing lights were giving Castiel a headache and he had been slightly afraid of what precisely God might have been doing in this, the party capital of the world.
The amulet wasn't being very helpful as of yet. It had initially pointed him west, so he'd gone west. Now it just hung there, acting very much like the inanimate object it was. Perfect, just perfect. Here he was, standing amongst the hustle and bustle of a throbbing Vegas night and he had no clue where to go next. Keep heading west maybe, California then over the date line, Japan, China, India. The mere thought was exhausting and in his reluctance he took in the scene around him.
There were quite a few people about tonight, all forms of unusual human staggering past and it quite distracted Castiel, he found himself just a little dazed by it all. He had never seen so many humans, had never seen such an array of humans. His father had shaped them into many sizes and many colours, that he knew, but he never seen it so keenly on display before. It was a marvel, disturbingly so.
At this thought, two scantly dressed women staggered to a stop next to him, seeming far too old for the leggings and corsets they wore. Not that Castiel recognized that sort of thing but the caked, cheap foundation sweating off their faces and their heaving bosoms were hard to miss. They caught him looking and giggled, which caused him to immediately flick his eyes back out onto the road, something akin to a blush flushing his features.
"Need someone to read that map for you, sugar?" One leered, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.
Castiel was perplexed, turning back to the women with a slight tilt of his head, "Sugar is a sweet condiment. It is not required in the art of cartography."
She took a long drag and raised an eyebrow, shouting over the din of the bustling street, "'have to speak up luv, can't hear a word you're sayin!"
Cas took a step back, alarmed as the woman staggered a step closer, her breath toxic. But in stepping back he inadvertently stepped into the way of a huge lumbering man of large girth and reputable muscles.
"Watch it, you fuck wit!" the man mountain growled, not even stopping as he pushed past Castiel. The off balanced angel fell back, stumbling at the curb, Dean's amulet falling from his grasp, falling down through the grate of an open drain, its gleam seen for a split second before it disappeared down into the depths of the city's toxic sewage system.
Castiel blinked down at the grate for a long, disbelieving second then sighed warily, scratching the back of his head.
Dean was going to be pissed.
With that welcoming thought at the forefront of his mind, decidedly downtrodden, he straightened his coat, spent a good few seconds trying to refol'd the stupid map, tucked it into his pocket and then vanished into thin air.
Three feet away the loud drunk woman was nudging her friend frantically, "Mae, did you see that Mae! 'An act like that, he should be on stage, 'e should!"
Well, I had fun. R&R, peace!