There was a no-kill spell in effect. He knew from experience that it did not cover all contingencies, not by a long shot.
Cas sighed. "You're likely correct. But danger does exist in this place, and Sam knows it. He also knows that mysterious disappearances are red flags to hunters generally, not just Dean." He shook his head. "I'd have hoped that any of us would have the courtesy to let the others know if we were heading off alone."
Once again, the angel had cause to regret the masking sigils he'd carved into the boys. Without them, it would have been simple enough to locate Sam, check that he was safe and reassure Dean without disturbing Sam himself or anyone else.
The popcorn question gave him pause. "I hadn't thought to check that. Thank you for mentioning it." Though he desperately hoped that was not what had happened. Dean especially would be devastated, but it would be a great blow to all of them.
"I appreciate your time," he told Lorne sincerely. He knew that the peculiar demon's own path hadn't been an easy one, and that he and his friends hadn't exactly made it easier. "If I may ask one thing more before I go--does Crowley also have a great role to play in this realigning of the planes?"
“I can’t really speak for the kid’s state of mind,” he said, almost apologetically. His fingers began wandering across the piano keys again, something he tended to do while thinking. The notes were played softly, almost a counterpoint to their discussion.
“It’s a lot to take in, he might not have been thinking too clearly if he did take off. Sometimes humans do that. Too much on their mind, common sense takes a hike.” And from what he had seen in the Winchesters, that particular trait seemed exceptionally strong.
Lorne almost regretted mentioning the popcorn when he saw the subtle shift in the angel’s pause. “I hope I’m wrong, I really do.”
“Not a problem,” he said, surprised that he even meant it. The Winchesters were a little rough around the edges, but he kind of liked the more even-keeled angel. His eyebrows (such as they were) rose at the mention of Crowley. Destiny had this little group tied up in all sorts of interesting, and potentially damaging, sort of ways.
While he knew he shouldn’t really go into detail, Lorne nodded. “It’s looking that way. Hell’s not supposed to be the bottomless pit of torture and hatred that the old guard had established. He’s supposed to start swinging things back into balance, provided he gets the right help.”
And that was as close to a hint as he was willing to give.
Castiel considered that for a moment, and nodded slowly. "Again, thank you." He started to turn for the door, but stopped. "The song that you were playing when I arrived...I would like to hear it in full, some time."
Right now, though, he didn't have time. He exited the room, shutting the door quietly behind him, and vanished in search of Dean.
Cas sighed. "You're likely correct. But danger does exist in this place, and Sam knows it. He also knows that mysterious disappearances are red flags to hunters generally, not just Dean." He shook his head. "I'd have hoped that any of us would have the courtesy to let the others know if we were heading off alone."
Once again, the angel had cause to regret the masking sigils he'd carved into the boys. Without them, it would have been simple enough to locate Sam, check that he was safe and reassure Dean without disturbing Sam himself or anyone else.
The popcorn question gave him pause. "I hadn't thought to check that. Thank you for mentioning it." Though he desperately hoped that was not what had happened. Dean especially would be devastated, but it would be a great blow to all of them.
"I appreciate your time," he told Lorne sincerely. He knew that the peculiar demon's own path hadn't been an easy one, and that he and his friends hadn't exactly made it easier. "If I may ask one thing more before I go--does Crowley also have a great role to play in this realigning of the planes?"
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“It’s a lot to take in, he might not have been thinking too clearly if he did take off. Sometimes humans do that. Too much on their mind, common sense takes a hike.” And from what he had seen in the Winchesters, that particular trait seemed exceptionally strong.
Lorne almost regretted mentioning the popcorn when he saw the subtle shift in the angel’s pause. “I hope I’m wrong, I really do.”
“Not a problem,” he said, surprised that he even meant it. The Winchesters were a little rough around the edges, but he kind of liked the more even-keeled angel. His eyebrows (such as they were) rose at the mention of Crowley. Destiny had this little group tied up in all sorts of interesting, and potentially damaging, sort of ways.
While he knew he shouldn’t really go into detail, Lorne nodded. “It’s looking that way. Hell’s not supposed to be the bottomless pit of torture and hatred that the old guard had established. He’s supposed to start swinging things back into balance, provided he gets the right help.”
And that was as close to a hint as he was willing to give.
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Right now, though, he didn't have time. He exited the room, shutting the door quietly behind him, and vanished in search of Dean.
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