001 † Job 18:10 † Video

[trenchcoatism]

[Hello, Abax. Have an uncomfortable close-up of a bright blue eye. The feed quickly pans out to reveal an affronted Castiel, his eyes squinting and head cocked at a slight angle. His expression is one of anger boiling beneath confusion, lips pressed firmly together in displeasure.]

Whoever has managed to trap me here, I demand to be released.

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[screamsup]

[Wait, he remembers that name. It was a little too unique not to remember.]

Is one of their names Dean?

[He remembers Alex had Dean's gun. Well. May as well ask.]

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[trenchcoatism]

Yes. Have you seen him?

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[screamsup]

No, but my friend has his gun. I think he does, anyway. Might've returned it by now.

[trenchcoatism]

[Squints] Which gun?

[screamsup]

I'onno, there was only one. How many guns does Dean have?

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Several. Though, if everyone arrives here as I did, I suspect that he wouldn't have any of them with him.

Who is this friend? Perhaps he knows of Dean's location.

[screamsup]

Yeah. It just fell out of the sky.

[That sounded so far-fetched, but it's a little late to take it back.]

His name's Alex, and I don't think he knows where he is. You could ask him, though.

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[Luckily, Castiel has dealt with far stranger happenings.]

Thank you. At least I have confirmation that he's in the city.

[screamsup]

Uh, yeah. Good luck with findin' him.