[ 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.
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For good?
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Do they sell...suits and trenchcoats?
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If you're looking for your trenchcoat, I'm pretty sure the droids don't have any.
[A pause.]
Hey there, Cas.
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Jo Harvelle?
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Is the whole questioning tone thing because you're not sure it's me, or you're not sure how I'm alive? [Yeah, that's kind of direct but it helps figure out what time the angel is from.]
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[ getting right to the point. oh jo, this is why castiel likes you. ]
The latter.
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Cas. 'Bout time.
[teasing? Mostly. Sam's in a good mood, and having one more friend show up doesn't hurt that, but it will switch to his 'We need to talk' face momentarily.]
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[ such caution. the last time he saw sam, they did not part on terms good enough to warrent such a fond greet. ]
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Everything okay? Aside from the whole ... sudden trip to space thing.
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We are in space?
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That is very unfortunate.
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[ well it's a good thing he already talked to jo or else this would completely derail him. regardless, it's like walking smack into a wall or something. ]
Hello.
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So what? No prissiness? No vitriol about me locking you in a pain dimension? C'mon, bro. Don't hold back.
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[ because you know, respect the dead and whatever. ]
Although I may still be angry about the pain dimension.
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