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[ We’re going a little Blair Witch here with the shaky handheld camera as Dean moves through his apartment, turning on his device and squinting at it with all the spite he can manage. No really, dude looks unhappy as fuck.

Public service announcement incoming in three… t- ]

For those who knew him, Sam’s gone. [ Granted, names aren’t really a top priority around here, so that might not be the best method of delivering this message. ]

Better known as Sasquatch? The Jolly Green Giant? L'Oreal superstar? Call him whatever you want, but he’s out. Figured i’d pass along the info just in case he offered to help anyone paint their ceilings.

[ Stupid jokes make Dean feel better, but that’s all he’s got to say on the matter, which is why he chucks his device onto the couch, still turned on, flashing the blur of a symbol on the ceiling for a moment. Except--

Just when it seems like the device is going to time out, it is righted again by the sudden appearance of Castiel in the video feed. He looks worried, apologetic, his eyes flitting off screen. ]

-- Dean, you were supposed to offer them our help, if they find themselves possessed, or pursued by these demons. [ Offscreen a grunt can be heard, noncommittal and unbothered.

Cas looks back at the screen. ] Dean is a professional demon hunter, and I have been fighting them all my life. We both know magic that seems to be effective on them, and we are willing to teach others how to fight back. For example, this is a devil's trap. [ The camera scrolls around to show more of the pattern on the ceiling from earlier. It's shaped like this. ] If you draw one on the ceiling or the floor, even if it is concealed, it should trap the demon--supposing you can trick them into entering it.

[ Since Dean is busy finding liquor off screen… ] And I think it would be good for Dean to keep busy, considering our recent loss.

[ Buuuut now Dean has returned, peering over Cas’ shoulder into the device- ] I can actually hear you, you know. [ After which he plucks it from his hands and finally turns off the feed. ]

[ooc; dean is black, cas is blue! expect tagbacks from both boys! ]

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[ Okay so. There is just a brief moment of guilt and hesitation right here, because: ]

He didn't survive the undead. And I don't see what's so special about his liver.

[ A pause. Maybe also guilt and hesitation. Because Dean seemed fine last he saw him. So maybe....he shouldn't have left him. ]

Ah. It ah. [ Recovering. ] Drinking. He's damn good at drinking.

Oh, you mean that he can hold his liquor very well. I suppose there is that, at least by human standards. If that is the necessary measurement, then I am a much better drinker than he is.

[ Just picture that for a moment. This tiny looking fragile nerd angel. Yup. He'll drink you under the table. ]

You needn't worry. The gods raised him from the dead once the threat had passed.

You're a much better drinker? You. Tiny, pretty faced you?

[ Because clearly that was the more absurd of statements here. Or maybe Sandor doesn't really want to acknowledge the fact that whether the gods revived Dean or not, it still didn't help that it happened. And that he hadn't stopped it from happening. ]

I'll believe that when I see it, girly man.

Me.

[ That's all he has to say, really. He doesn't flinch under the other man's disbelieving look, either way. ]

I don't drink here. It would be unreasonable to consume alcohol that would be better shared among the entire population.

Isn't it created by the gods or some bullshit? The fruit of the land. She even has a bloody bar of her own. I would say that means it's an unlimited supply.

[ It better be unlimited. There better never be limits imposed on booze! ]

I hadn't considered that. Perhaps. I simply hadn't considered even testing it.

Do you think I should?

[ What if he drinks all your booze? ]

[ WELL. He's pretty confident it's unlimited because otherwise he would have drank it all. But good point, Castiel! ]

If you need it, I'd say yeah. Because you seem like you could use it. Because seems to me, you need to loosen up some.

I seem like I could use it? Well... [ He's not so sure of that himself, but then Dean has always been the one to tell him when he is missing the point before. It wouldn't surprise him if he looked like he needed a drink and didn't know it. ] If you're sure? I don't suppose it could hurt.

What are you even like when you're drunk? Bet you're a whole different sort of man.

[ If Sandor had to guess the type of drunk Castiel would be, he would say a goofy one. He seems so stoic right now that alcohol would definitely be sure to make him laugh. Or at least be more...personable. ]

[ He considers the question seriously, like Clegane obviously needs to know the answer to the question: ]

Um...existential. And I suppose nihilistic. [ All the long words. ]

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