hadriel | text; secret video

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Hello.

My name is Castiel, and I'm a healer. I'm pleased to tell you that I will now be available at the clinic for any purpose between healing a scratch and bringing you back from the brink of death. I would like to speak to anyone whose needs may be different from those of the average person, in particular if your physiology isn't human, or human similar. I can't heal my own kind, but it may be possible for me to assist others; I would simply prefer not to discover such flaws in an emergency.

Um. It's nice to meet you, if you're new here.

[ Unbeknownst to Castiel as he texts back to people his phone will also broadcast video of him as he texts with one of these two snapchat features auto-activated throughout the entire conversation. His text is also white. So fun. Want to tell him what's happening? ]

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Now you're just gettin' trippy.

Trippy?

[ Oh look it let that one through.

Oh no it didn't. ]

Agadoo-doo-doo push pineapple shake the tree.

You got it bad, don't you.

We aren't communicating very well.

Shall we try video killed the radio star

I dunno, i'm thinking MTV wouldn't help things.

[ Cas doesn't say anything, but here's his voice, singing: ]

I hate you so much right now.

[ .... wow, okay that one actually hurts sorta kinda. ]

Yeah- okay. Got the message. I'll see you back at the apartment, okay?

[ Look he didn't actually say that, Dean. He didn't. He said he was confused and it did it itself! ]

Whenever, wherever.
We're meant to be together. I'll be there and you'll be near, and that's the deal my dear

[ His breasts are small and humble so you don't confuse them with mountains. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

[ LORD ABOVE CAS. If he wasn't so confused he'd probably... be laughing a lot more. ]

Maybe try not to talk to too many people on the network for awhile, huh. At least until this blows over.

[ He doesn't know what the problem is, so he just...meets him back at the apartment. ]

I'm here, Dean.

[ And Dean's just hanging out at the apartment with a beer, pretending like he knows how to relax, as if he's got this in the bag. ]

Hey- made it back.

So you did. [ He approaches carefully either way, checking on his fireflies on the way over. He wishes he could talk to them, he's sure they'd greet him if they could. Dean, on the other hand, is looking very suspicious. ] What are you doing?

[ Dean just readjusts himself on the couch, moves his beer from one knee to the other and glances up as Cas moves his way across the room. ]

Aaabsolutely bubkis.

[ Which means he's bored out of his gourd. ]

[ Without asking if he has permission, Castiel comes and perches on the arm of the couch, his hands folding in his lap. He cocks his head at Dean. ]

We could play "Twister"?

[ Dean's gaze follows Cas' trek to the couch until he's lifting his chin and gazing up at him, his attention twisted with faint amusement until he snorts, shakes his head and looks away. ]

Couldn't pay me to play Twister, Cas.

[ He hums softly. ] Something else?

We could play some other game. Dare? Truth or dare?

[ He's innocent, really. ]

Or Snap!

[ Dean's brow furrows a bit, confusion stricken across his features. Because not only is he lost, he's entirely unsure as to why Cas still, so badly, wants him to play. ]

Snap?

The card game. [ He nods, and slips off the couch, hurrying off into Dean's room and coming back with the cards and a hopeful look on his face. ] It doesn't take as long as poker.

[ Dean's already scrubbing his face and wishing for alcohol by the time Cas returns, setting his comm device away and looking up with a helpless sort of expression. ]

You want to play that bad, huh.

Unless you want to discuss why you thought I was...um. Tripping out?

[ Because Cas still doesn't get that. ]

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