[031] [audio]

[to_rebel]

[It's with fumbling hands that Castiel turns on the tablet. No video; he has enough presence of mind not to put the statue -- the mockery he's managed to look in the face -- on a camera, just in case.]

I can't--

[The tablet drops from nerveless fingers and clatters to the ground. Castiel's voice seems far away, distracted.] I may need help.

[The feed continues; all that's heard is the occasional indecipherable muttering.]