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[wingsandwill]

[He's on the grounds of the Temple for this broadcast, and like everywhere in the city at the moment there are apple trees suddenly doting the landscape. And apples everywhere.

Also Castiel's horrible trenchcoat has made a reappearance; despite that the weather isn't that bad, it warrants the coat. To him at least.]

Is this the event?

[Because

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[wouldsuffice]

[Sonny ignores the post for the time being, finding it uninteresting, but as it happens he's passing through "their" park, tossing a mottled apple in the air and taking periodic bites, when he spots something intriguing- Castiel, high up an apple tree, picking apples nonchalantly. The amulet is in his pocket, so it's easy to sneak up without being noticed supernaturally.

Just another step, and another, this is the funnest game. Now pocket the apple and move carefully. Sonny walks up quietly, breaking no twigs or leaves under his shoes, lays a hand on the new tree, and shakes the apple tree hard enough to knock the angel out of it.]

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[wingsandwill]

[Castiel had tried a few kinds of apple by now, and he's already decided on a kind he likes best. And so, upon locating a tree full of them, he'd climbed into it in order to collect them, relying on his sixth sense to alert him if anyone was approaching.

Turns out it was a mistake, of course, but he only realizes that after he's hit the ground ungracefully, wondering for a moment what had just happened. And then he notices there's someone here, someone he doesn't know, and he shoot up to his feet and backs off a few steps, watching him warily.]

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[wouldsuffice]

[At that Sonny just smiles, stalking in a circle around the angel and moving too quickly, so he's suddenly the fuck over there. It lets him close in on Cas and herd him closer to the tree, slowly and subtly.]

Two little dicky birds sitting on a wall...

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[wingsandwill]

[He steps back carefully whenever Sonny approaches, unintentionally doing exactly what he wanted him to, more focused on trying to figure out who or what this is. He can't sense anything about him, which would normally mean he's just a regular human, but he's not sure.

Still, he has his sword if he has to use it.]

Who are you?

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[wouldsuffice]

[Sonny keeps stalking in his careful semi-circle, the tiger cornering his prey.]

An interested party. [Half to himself, but no quieter at all] One named Peter, one named Paul...

[He's moved within five feet of the angel now, and inching into arm's reach with a glint in his eye that says Castiel isn't going anywhere.]

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[wingsandwill]

[He senses the tree behind him just before he backs into it and stops, his hand going into his trenchcoat to close around the hilt of his angelsword. He doesn't draw it just yet, but he shifts stance in a show that he's not intimidated and it would be best to back off.]

Interested in what regard?

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[wouldsuffice]

[Sonny moves closer, crowding Cas against the tree with no small amount of satisfaction and looking down at him. Oh, yes, it feels good to not be dwarfed. It feels good to be the larger one. Then he moves lightning-quick, closing a hand around Castiel's wrist and pinning his arm against the tree. Sonny leans in and delicately pries the sword out of that hand with impossibly strong fingers.]

Guess.

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[wingsandwill]

[Oh no, he's not taking the sword. But there's only so much Castiel can do against a much physically stronger opponent; he feels stupid briefly for not striking when he had the chance. He supposes that's what he gets for giving a chance before violence.

He holds onto the sword as tightly as possible though it's ultimately of little use. But while the man is prying it from his hand he simply closes the other into a fist, and throws a hard punch with his free hand toward his opponent's head.]

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[wouldsuffice]

[With impressive reflexes Sonny drops the sword, catches the fist with his now-free hand, and presses that hand to the tree too. He leans against the other man, so Cas is now pressed to the tree with both hands pinned over his head.]

Oh, come on. Fighting will just make it worse. Don't you know that?

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[wingsandwill]

[Well. Castiel doesn't have the speed or reflexes of an angel anymore, but he's still fast enough that that shouldn't have been so easy for a human to pull off, so he's beginning to be slightly concerned this is something supernatural. He's never seen him before, so perhaps he's new, or one of many random people here he's rarely paid attention to.

But that doesn't matter all that much at the moment, as he's far more concerned with being pinned against the tree, which he doesn't like. At all.

Instead of struggling though he goes still, staring at the man evenly, expectantly. Alright, he's trapped; he wants to know what this is all about.]

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[wouldsuffice]

[Sonny crosses Cas' wrists and covers them with one hand, then gripping Castiel's chin with his other. He turns his face this way and that, as if just to look, then leans in even closer, pressing his body against the angel's.]

You know, I can't say I'm surprised to see you here all alone. Don't you know there are bad, bad people out here?

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[wingsandwill]

[His eyes narrow slightly in displeasure at the hand on his jaw but he doesn't protest, just observing at the moment and mentally laying out resources and options. The angelsword was at their feet somewhere; he wasn't sure what good it would do there, but it was within reach if he got free.

In the meantime he was really tempted to just kick this guy. Maybe he could blow out his knee. He really doesn't like being overpowered and then taunted.]

Do you have a point?

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[wouldsuffice]

I'm just appreciating the scenery. [He pulls Cas close enough that he could easily kiss him if he wanted, then seems to think of something he hadn't thought of before.] It's almost sweet, don't you think?

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[wingsandwill]

[It's the being shoved and pinned and pulled around that bothers him much more than the general molester thing going on, because he is not a toy no matter how often he's treated like one.]

What is?

[He really doesn't care, but he's trying to figure out this guy, what he is, and what he wants so he can undo him and his plans as fast as possible and preferably with great prejudice.]

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We always wind up in our park, chickadee. It's enough to make a man's heart flutter.

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[wingsandwill]

[...And suddenly he's a lot less unsure or alarmed, not quite at ease, but certainly less edgy than he was.]

Sonja.

[He can deal with Sonja. Though he does wonder...]

Why can't I sense you?