[Voice]

[will_end_you]

[He sounds slightly strained, like he's a more than a little freaked out and not quite sure what to do about it yet. Imagine that.]

Cas. Where the fuck are you?

[There's a pause.]

You too, Gandalf. Think you can meet me somewhere?

Comments

permavoice

[wentonabender]

I'm in Seattle.

Who is "Gandalf"?

permavoice

[will_end_you]

Great. Come find me.

Gandalf? I'll tell you later.

[wentonabender]

I can't find you. Tell me where you are.

[will_end_you]

Uh. I'm at home.

voice

[thelaughingmage]

[sigh] Me. He's a real clever-dick, that one, isn't 'e?

voice

[wentonabender]

I don't understand the reference.

voice

[thelaughingmage]

[Argh.]

Gandalf's a wizard. From a fiction book.

voice

[wentonabender]

Oh.

I'm sure Dean thinks that's very clever.

voice; HAHAHA. Oh, angel.

[thelaughingmage]

Yeah, he seems rather pleased with 'imself.

If you can't find 'im [and he really ought to ask about that], come to me and we'll walk over together. I know where 'e's staying.

[wentonabender]

He does that a lot.

I can't find him specifically, no. That...may be a good idea.

[thelaughingmage]

Oh, I'm just full of good ideas.

Right, then. C'mon over, angel, and try not to appear right the fuck behind me. My day's already down the bog, doesn't need a coronary to top it off.

[wentonabender]

Would you prefer I appear in front of you then?

[ This is an honest question! ]

[thelaughingmage]

[JFC.]

How about the doorway. [Why is he doing this. He does not have the wherewithal for crazy angels and pie-bearing monster-killers right now.]

[wentonabender]

I...can do that.

[ He doesn't get what the big deal is. ]

[thelaughingmage]

[Angels don't have heart attacks, that's why.]