Looks like the holy ghost is gone ...

[only_human]

Who:  Castiel, Dean, and Julian
Where:  Castiel and Dean's Room
When:  Following dinner after this post
What:  Castiel can't sleep; Julian brings the alpha-wave inducer to help.

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[angel_in_beige]

Castiel watch Dean stow every weapon in the place. Having been under the impression Dean and Julian were friends he wasn't sure why Dean was taking that precaution. He was aware hunters didn't tend to trust other hunters but Castiel had found doctors made trustworthy friends though he couldn't assume all were the same and he knew little about Julian beyond the fact Dean liked his company. The while think didn't make complete sense to the angel but he trusted Dean. He simply hoped the precautions would prove unnecessary.

"I believe this will go more effectively if you allow the doctor entry." He didn't question Dean's caution, he understood it. He liked the fact Dean showed him a certain amount of protectiveness but, sometimes, it could slow proceedings. Still, he left it to Dean to decide who could access the room while he was there. Castiel was far less territorial at places and object that Dean but he understood his friends need to control his own space, especially when he was used to such chaos in his professional life, when he had grown up without privacy bar that he could steal with his father was distracted and his brother old enough to leave alone.

[raised_fromhell]

Dean looked back at the angel and then back at Julian, his expression placid at best. "Watch the salt." He warned and opened the door to permit the doctor in.

[only_human]

Looking down with a little trepidation, Julian stepped over the line of salt and entered the room. It was nearly overwhelming! His first instinct was to say, "Pardon me!", and back out politely and never come back, but he quelled the urge and steeled his spine.

"Uh ... hello." He gave a little wave and a forced smile and could not help his eyes from canvassing the room. He spun around in place as he looked up and down and all over, his mind registering what his eyes took in.

There were sigils on the ceiling, more salt lines on the floor in front of windows and the other doors, photographs, maps with locations marked on them, articles from ancient newspapers and magazines, lots of occult books and a few new medical texts by the computers. There were charts with lists, a wall mural that seemed partially complete, and very detailed notes on what seemed to be, by Julian's keen eyesight, information on every guest of the hotel.

After several long moments, his eyes finally came to rest first on Castiel and then on Dean.

"Love what you've done with the place!"

[angel_in_beige]

“It is useful,” Castiel said of the décor. “A demon cannot enter here, nor can a hostile spirit. Do you have suck protections in your room?” The angel turned his intense gaze to Julian. He was already dressed for sleep in pale blue pyjamas but he looked no less ready for action than if he were fully dressed. He looked down at the object the doctor carried but he didn’t comment at that point, he just cast his eye back on Julian’s.

“You should make yourself comfortable,” he invited as if compensating for Dean’s coolness. His tone was relaxed. Castiel himself crossed to his bed and sat on the edge, waiting for further instruction. "How do you know Dean?" he asked in what sounded like casual interest.

[raised_fromhell]

Dean could tell that the sight of the room and what contents he couldn't conceal had had an effect on the doctor. Overwhelmed might be an understatement in this case. The hunter closed the door, but didn't lock it, and made his way around Julian for the mini fridge tucked against his desk.

"Thanks. I find salt goes with everything, like the color black." He replied casually and lifted out two beers. "You going to need one of these now or later?" He asked, a bit of a smile touching his lips. Dean didn't want to scare Julian, but he didn't exactly work a very warm and fuzzy job to begin with. The occult seemed to throw a bit of a curve ball at the futuristic doctor.

He glanced at Castiel and then back at Julian. "I'd offer you one too Cas...but can he have alcohol with that...inducer thingy?"

[only_human]

Castiel looked human, thought Julian. "Suck protections? We, uh ... met in the lounge recently."

Julian turned to Dean and shook his head. "No, when I'm treating a patient I don't drink."

He looked over his shoulder at Castiel. "But Castiel, you can have a drink if you want, it's perfectly safe ... at least I think it is for an ... angel. I'd like to scan you with my tricorder first, though, if you don't mind?"

[angel_in_beige]

"My Grace is suppressed here," he pointed out pragmatically. "I am effectively human. This is not even close to my true form, merely a vessel, but I must care for it as best I can. It cannot be replaced while I am here. If it would help you may scan me with whatever you wish. I am curious about this presentation myself. If you find anything interesting I would like to hear it."

He held his position on the edge of the bed but turned his attention to Dean. "If it is allowed I would like one." Cas had originally started drinking beer because Dean did but he soon developed his own taste for it. He had even taken to propping up the bar on occasion though he seemed to know where his limit was.

He turned back to Julian, who cut such a different figure to Dean, precise, ordered and ever so slightly nervous. Castiel found him easy company. He appeared to have a logical bent and he spoke clearly, when he wasn't using words Castiel had never heard before. Tricorder.

"What can that device tell you?"

[raised_fromhell]

Dean handed the beer he had offered Julian to Castiel and took up residence against the dresser, giving himself an easy view of what the doctor was doing to the angel and to see the expression on the seraphim's face. If there was any trouble, he'd be able to see it there first.

Julian got high marks for opting out of the drink, but Dean didn't see one beer as being nearly enough to impair anyone from doing their job. The hunter opened his and took a long pull as he listened to the conversation about the 'tricorder'.

[only_human]

Julian kept his distance and listened intently to Castiel, paying particular attention to his demeanor and any questions he had. Dean's friend seemed relatively relaxed and curious, which was a good sign.

"A medical tricorder is a multifunction handheld device used for sensor scanning, data analysis, and recording data. Best used in the field, it doesn't take the place of the advanced technological devices found in a sickbay or infirmary, but it does give very accurate readings of all biological systems in the body of a sentient being. In short, I will be collecting data such as blood pressure, heart rate, body composition, and I can even analyze your DNA. Would you like to try it out and scan me? I can show you what the readings mean."

[angel_in_beige]

Castiel could see Dean studying him. He knew asking Dean to relax wouldn't get him anywhere so he turned his attention to Julian.

The doctor's offer intrigued him. He glanced at the device. Castiel's natural curiosity had stood him in good stead so far as he had to learned how to managed his body in short order and now he found something that could expand his knowledge. He leaned forward a little. "That can tell you if this body is healthy? Is working well? Then, yes, I would like to see how it works." He was sure Owen didn't have such a thing.

[raised_fromhell]

Dean's attention grew even sharper. Even he had to admit he was curious about the tricorder. The hunter came off from the dresser and came to stand where he could look over Castiel's shoulder as he made to take readings. This seemed to be one of those things that should be filed away for later...in case he ever needed to know how to use one himself.

That was if it wasn't too complicated to read.

[only_human]

Julian nodded to Castiel's questions and watched as Dean launched himself off the dresser. He smiled as he recognized a little of his own enthusiasm in Dean. "Sure." He handed Castiel the tricorder and detached the scanner from the casing. "Hold this and point it over the part of my body you'd like information about."

He then started to point at various places on the face of the device.

"This is the MP sensor and it can detect a subject's species and vital signs at a range of 25 meters. Within 5 meters, it can analyze a being's internal structure to detect broken bones, internal injuries, and the depth of cuts and lacerations. Now, the handheld probe only has a range of 1 meter, but it is capable of extremely refined sensory input, including DNA typing, blood chemistry analysis, and detection of all known drugs, poisons, bacteria, and viruses."

[angel_in_beige]

Castiel was silently amused by Dean's sudden interest, mostly because he knew Dean was trying to downplay it. Cas didn't really get why he did that. What was wrong with curiosity?

He took the tricorder in hand and held it less than a metre from Julian's stomach. He passed it upwards, over his heart and lungs, his neck and head, then down, all the way to his knees. The readout fluctuated, some figures staying the same, others shifting. He didn't really understand all of them but a few... "You are human," he said calmly. "And you have not been poisoned. Your blood pressure is a little..." and Cas redirected the device without warning, "lower than Dean's. Your chest... those bruises are deep. They must still be hurting you." His voice was soft, concerned.

[raised_fromhell]

Dean leaned back slightly as the angel turned on him, eyes widening in surprise but managed to stay where he was. As he started to read off the information, the hunter tipped forward the other way to try and understand the read out. "I'm breathing just fine Cas. And I've got full range of motion. Bruised ribs are nothing but annoying. Those Cardassian boots were probably lined with something like steel."

His brown knitted together slightly. "Can that thing picking up the rib carvings you did?" He asked. He couldn't tell since deciphering the information upside down was not helpful to making it legible. If they wanted to truly test the limits of the machine, the engravings set into the bones of his ribs would be ideal.

[only_human]

"Dean? You have bruises from Dukat? I can fix that, you know."

He then looked from Dean to Cas and back to Dean.

"Rib carvings? How? Why?" Trying to make sense of what he was hearing, Julian shook his head and turned back to Cas, putting his hand out, palm facing up.

"Mind if I borrow that tricorder for a minute or two?"

[angel_in_beige]

"I think you should repair Dean's injuries but I doubt he'll let you," Castiel said, sounding a little long-suffering. He wished to spare Dean but that could be a frustrating desire to anyone who tried it.

He was happy to respond to Julian's interest in the carving, however. "They are Enochian sigils designed to hide Dean from any and all angels. I made them myself. They do not cause pain to the wearer. They are meant only for protection. The bruises are what needs repair." He handed the tricorder back to Julian, a little reluctantly. He had enjoyed being able to come by such information with such ease. It made him feel, for a moment, powerful.