[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.

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[will_end_you]

Cas? Cas? What's going on? Where are you?

[to_rebel]

Dean. [Pause. This... is not good.] Don't look them in the eye. [It's harder and harder to keep his thoughts straight but this is a warning that needs passed along.]

[will_end_you]

Wasn't planning on it.

Where are you?

[to_rebel]

[He hadn't exactly been planning on it, either.] The field west of the city.

[will_end_you]

All right. Don't move. I'm coming.

[to_rebel]

... Won't be a problem. [That is one very distracted voice.]

[will_end_you]

[There's a pause] Cas? .....You can move, right?

[to_rebel]

I... I cannot look away. [It's in his mind, planting images and ideas and this is really just... not good.]

[will_end_you]

Dammit! I'm on my way. [The feed ends. Dean figures that he can move faster without having to juggle the tablet, too.

A few minutes later he finds Cas. He's unable to keep himself from taking a small peek at the angel statue before averting his eyes and focusing on Cas.

Dean waves a hand in front of his friends face.] You can see me, right?

[to_rebel]

[The answer is short.] Not blind. [It's with effort that Castiel manages to wrap his fingers around Dean's forearm.] Not its eyes.

[will_end_you]

[He glances down at Cas' hand on his arm, noting with some discomfort the amount of effort that it had taken for him to move at all.] Yeah. Not the eyes. I know.

[Dean removes his arms from his friend's grip and wraps an arm around Cas' shoulders, careful to keep his gaze safely lowered. Man. He really hopes this is going to work. Cas is pretty tense... well. More tense than usual.

After taking a deep breath, Dean pulls Cas to the side a little more roughly than might be strictly necessary, dragging him away from the statue.] Cas? You all right?

[to_rebel]

[The dragging might not be strictly necessary but it's appreciated. He's unsteady on his feet, more than willing to use Dean as support for a moment.] Yes.

[Except... not really.]

[Action] Oops

[will_end_you]

Bull shit. [Dean frowned at his friend, his eyes darting once again to the angel statue which... wasn't there anymore.]

Man. Seriously? [He made a frustrated sound, turning his attention to the angel he was supporting.] It's freaking gone.

Let's get you home... Or to the clinic. [It was probably a good idea to have someone check him over.]

[Action]

[to_rebel]

No. [Castiel pushes away from Dean, trying to regain balance on his own.] It's still here.

[Action]

[will_end_you]

What? [Dean glances around, frowning and not releasing his hold on Cas.] No. Cas. It's gone, man.

What do you mean, "it's still here"?

[Action]

[to_rebel]

I still see it. [He makes a frustrated noise and straightens.] Its image is in my mind; I can't see anything else.