[017] Accidental Video

[to_rebel]

[[Anyone in or near Casa Winchester is free to action it up, too.]]

[The feed is accidental, if the head tilt that Castiel gives the camera is any indication. He looks it over, turns it over in his hands -- sorry about that bumpy video feed -- and then regards it with an expression of mild disgust.]

Useless. [He's not even sure how he managed to

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[grace_optional]

[She answers only because she recognizes his voice. Sort of; in her head it has a different, more lyrical timbre, but the inflection is the same and so is the sense of tightly controlled, subdued frustration.]

[It wouldn't be fair, she thinks, after listening to him call into the silence, to watch the transmission and not at least explain to him about the tablets. The stuff Elena told her...well, she's not sure she buys some of it and she's not sure what to do about it if it's true, but she does know this particular angel is special, and not only because he sounds to be the only one of his kind in the city.]

[She clears her throat nervously, eyes downcast shyly.] Excuse me? Um. Sir? [Okay, that's stupid, but what is the polite term of address?]

It's a communication device. You're, um. Broadcasting. To everyone. Thought you should know.

[to_rebel]

[It's with a deliberate, slow motion that he brings the tablet to bear, frowning at the screen and the young woman pictured there. There's a pang of, perhaps, familiarity; Castiel doesn't ignore it so much as simply file it away for later thought.]

Communication device. [A frown.] How... simple.

[Does he know you, girl? And why does the sight of her bring with it unfathomable depths of unnamed... something?] You are?

[grace_optional]

[Oh, now what's she supposed to say; he obviously has no idea how the thing works, but it would be so rude to call attention to that.] It's a little different from what I'm used to, too.

[She risks a quick glance upward, looking away again immediately at the sight of his frown. If she feels any answering sense of recognition, it's chalked up to weeks of listening in--passively and involuntarily, though she still feels like an eavesdropper--on his exchanges with the other angels, and their exchanges concerning him.]

Oh! Sorry, I'm Anna. Milton. P-pleased to meet you.

[He doesn't look the way she pictured, but somehow the face and the unremarkable suit and coat seem to suit him exactly.]

[to_rebel]

[Castiel makes a sort of noncommittal hum as he looks over the tablet. If the human girl says it's different than what she's used to than there's really no hope for him. Unfortunately. It's so human.]

Anna Milton. [A flash of memory: she looks bedraggled, careworn, angry. Hidden power. Old eyes. Different.

It makes no sense.]

How have you come to be here?

[junkyard_hunter]

[Great. So everyone's acting weird. He's starting to think he'd prefer something more straightforward from the Underworld. Like zombies. Bobby flicks his own tablet on, the angle still a little off.]

Cas? The hell's the matter with you?

[to_rebel]

[He almost wants to answer with Who, exactly, is Cas?, scathing tone and all, but it would hardly do any good.]

Nothing is wrong with me.

[junkyard_hunter]

[He gives the tablet a disbelieving look.]

Like hell. Damn city's messin with us again. You seen the boys yet?

[to_rebel]

[What city? What boys? None of this is making sense. (And, yet, deep in the recesses of his mind, it makes perfect sense and he doesn't know how or why.)]

Explain this. Now.

[not_for_her]

[That voice. There was something about it... old and familiar. Mary clenches her hands slightly, before relazing (barely), and picking up her tablet to address him.] Sir? Are you alright?

[to_rebel]

Yes. Of course. [These flashes of familiarity that accompany every voice he hears and face he sees is almost overwhelming. She's different, somehow. He sees her younger, for just a moment, and it's enough throw him.]

[not_for_her]

Really? Because you seem quite disgruntled. [Mary frowns.]

[to_rebel]

I would imagine that "disgruntled" is an acceptable reaction to this situation.

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[betweenthem]

There you are. [Elena says with an almost excited tone.]

You know, Dean's been looking for you.

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[to_rebel]

Winchester? I haven't yet... [Trailing off and blinking at this girl. Obviously, there is a little more to this place than simply appearing where he hadn't meant to.]

You've seen him, then?

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[betweenthem]

Not... today... [He words are drawn out.]

You okay, Castiel? You seem a little different.

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[to_rebel]

There is hardly reason to be concerned.

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[voodooing]

Castiel? Are you okay?

[Video;]

[to_rebel]

[Another flash of familiarity: he knows her voice, somehow, and yet he's never seen this woman before.]

And who is asking?

[Video;]

[voodooing]

Uh, Voodoo? [She is now convinced she's the only one that hasn't changed.]

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[to_rebel]

[That explains absolutely nothing.]

Why ask after me? I don't know you.