001 -- voice;
[ At first, there is nothing but static, flaring louder and louder, and the picture onscreen dissolving into fuzzy gray and black lines. It rises and rises, hitting almost ear-piercing pitches, until, abruptly, it stops. There is a faint rustle that may or may not be wings. There is a pause, and then Castiel clears his throat. ]
Hello.
[ For a moment, it seems as if he would simply cut the feed there. But then he obviously thinks better of it, and continues. ]
Where are my clothes?
Hello.
[ For a moment, it seems as if he would simply cut the feed there. But then he obviously thinks better of it, and continues. ]
Where are my clothes?