Work Text:
Enochian:
Return c a trench mabza
castiel felt tia form materialise comselh tia consciousness, atom lrasd atom reconstructing tia form aziazor tia as being passed through cor science fiction transportation device. Sitting farzm od opening tia newly reformed eyelids tia obza expected tia surroundings de noan oln c yarn. Beneath tia as a whitest hospital tianta od beyond a opaque door tia trian hear snippets c unplaceable chatter.
blinking quickly de ensure a ooge didn’t change form cas swung tia legs uniglag a tianta od took inventory c tia being. Tia grace as pulsing through tia human form, ag doubt connecting nerves od establishing bone density. Tia couldn’t papnor much c darsar tia blans noan, crip ar t blans noan ors od tia blans noan page. Ds capimao tia grace stopped thrumming quite ar loudly tia biah od turned without thinking de a door. Propped farzm beside t as ah mop g ah note stuck de t g familiar childlike writing: “let’s zacam clean farzm g mess. ” smiling softly cas placed a note g a inner pocket c tia trench mabza, picked farzm a mop od insi geta c a blindingly white ooge de find tia nor.
English Translation:
Return of the Trench Coat
Castiel felt his form materialise around his consciousness, atom by atom reconstructing his form like he was being passed through some science fiction transportation device. Sitting up and opening his newly reformed eyelids he half expected his surroundings to be made of yarn. Beneath him was the whitest hospital bed and beyond the opaque door he could hear snippets of unplaceable chatter.
Blinking quickly to ensure the room didn’t change form Cas swung his legs off the bed and took inventory of his being. His grace was pulsing through his human form, no doubt connecting nerves and establishing bone density. He couldn’t recall much of where he had been, only that it had been dark and he had been sleeping. When his grace stopped thrumming quite so loudly he stood and turned without thinking to the door. Propped up beside it was a mop with a note stuck to it in familiar childlike writing: “Let’s go clean up your mess.” Smiling softly Cas placed the note in the inner pocket of his trench coat, picked up the mop and walked out of the blindingly white room to find his son.