On a stormy sea of moving emotion

[dirtyredneck]

WHO: Daryl & Cas
WHERE: Warehouse, somewhere private
WHEN: Sat, Mar 19 (Day 38)
WARNINGS: awkwardness
SUMMARY: Daryl and Cas talk


Daryl had been taking a headcount over the last few days and with the arrival of two new people - that Leia woman and Maggie - he really needed to know their numbers and where everyone was. A few of them had gone missing, though. Not just Athena. But Peter and Gamora, that Alex kid. Maya. Finn he hadn't seen since before they got to the city. And he'd never seen the archer fellow Bucky and Steve had claimed to be around over a month ago when the first of them arrived. So he was going to put him on the list, too. Not counting Lexa or the two he knew she'd laid claim to, Daryl figured they had about thirteen, maybe fourteen in their group now. Fifteen at best. Not as much as they used to have, less than they should.

His mental tally of names and faces and known things they were capable of led him back to Castiel. Because if Daryl's accounting was anywhere near correct, he was the only one left that wasn't human. On top of being the only one with any talent at healing. That alone was enough to prompt him into seeking the other man out. It was a lot of responsibility, being the doctor, to ask him to shoulder. He couldn't just assume Cas would do it.

When Daryl found the other man, he cleared his throat to catch his attention, "Need to talk to you."

Comments

[strangelic]

"Heaven is a real place, Daryl. I may have fallen out of favor with it, but that hardly means it's anything but what it is--a place of peace and comfort for the virtuous to spend eternity. Reality echoes the promise."

He stops walking, having picked a place along the walkway to do so, and stepping over to put his hands on the barrier, he turned to face Daryl once again.

"If your friend Maggie believes, my existence won't alter her faith. It's far stronger than I am--it has to be, to have survived what you've experienced and endured still." Castiel angles his shoulders toward Daryl. "And you? You must care very much for her, to be having this conversation with me. I can feel how uncomfortable it makes you."

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl's head dropped again as he leaned back against the rail, arms crossed over his chest and feet crossed at the ankles. He wasn't going to deny he cared about Maggie. She was family. Same as Glenn. Same as Beth. Bringing it up as somehow significant seemed pointless. It wasn't like he wouldn't do the same for any of his people.

And of course it made him uncomfortable. He was all but saying he'd come to accept the man as a literal angel. That came with a lot of heavy baggage.

He shrugged, fiddled with his vest for a moment before straightening up. He turned so he was half-facing Castiel and half-facing the stairs they'd come up.

"Look... I ain't gonna say I believe in God. Or in heaven, or whatever else there is," Daryl said slowly as he raised his head to meet Castiel's gaze, "But I believe in you. And you being what you are, could do a lot more to shake her faith... or affirm it... than anything we been through. She's already gonna have to deal with seeing her sister again. I don't want the rest of it to be harder on her than it has to."

[strangelic]

Castiel was startled by that - and warmed. Daryl believing in him was a hell of a jump from where they'd been a month before. He looked at him for a few moments, before tipping his head, just a flicker of warmth coming into his expression for a moment.

"I'll make it as easy a revelation as I can," he agreed. His eyes hung on Daryl for a moment longer. "You should send her to me. I'll break it to her--"

It's the least he can do, even if he has no idea where he'll begin.

"--And anyone else who needs healing. I hesitated before, but I know that someone needs to do it. You were right to...to put the pressure on me the way you did."

[dirtyredneck]

He could send Maggie Castiel's way once he had his own discussion with her. And having a doctor, however non-traditional a doctor he was, would do them all some good. Knowing the rules, knowing what's what, always helped keep heads cool.

Daryl held Castiel's eyes for a few more seconds before he nodded again. His arms dropped and he turned away to head down the steps. He'd said his peace and had it met in kind. That was enough pushing himself for the day.