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[dreams_are_mine]

[The feed turns on to reveal a bedroom lit by a few candles, it looks empty until a pile of blankets in the corner shifts, the faintest high pitched, whimpering sob escaping. Another shift after a moment, a thin, pale arm pulling the blankets tighter and vanishing as the huddle of covers seems to try to fuse itself into the wall and floor, shaking

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[wingsandwill]

[She watches carefully, until she realizes who it is. The brat. You are so not Castiel's favorite person, but even she can tell something's very different.]

Rhode. What is wrong with you?

I need... To get Tommy to tag Lolicas.

[dreams_are_mine]

[There is a faintly terrified squeak and then silence. NO ONE HERE BUT US BLANKETS. REALLY.]

You do. Like burning.

[wingsandwill]

[If it were anyone but Rhode, Castiel might have just appeared to torment speak in person, but as it was she still wasn't certain just how powerful Rhode was. And she didn't feel like provoking Lucifer.]

Rhode, I know you're there.

[Really, she's not stupid. And it wasn't like squeaking, trembling blankets were suspicious at all.]

OKAY. I WILL. And he needs to go backtag Dean. So they can harass Cas

[dreams_are_mine]

[At the moment she's as powerful as a squeaking ball of blankets. Which, thankfully, for now, only she knows. But it's not like she's subtle. Fortunately Cas isn't mister miss quick on the uptake.]

[The blankets rock from side to side. Possibly someone shaking their head. No! No one is in here.]

Of course! I wanna see Tommy and Dean interact anyway.

[wingsandwill]

[She's not impressed, or deterred.]

This is accomplishing nothing.

Me too. I've just been so out of it and missing things left and right

[dreams_are_mine]

[A single, red-rimmed blue eye peers from the depths of the blanket fort. No answer.]