1st hunt ♟ video

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[The feed opens on a very confused looking Dean Winchester, brows furrowed as he leans uncomfortably close to the camera... display... thing.]

Uh, is this thing on? [He raises a finger as if to tap on the screen only to find that, since it’s a hologram, his finger goes right through it. Embarrassing.]

So not that kidnapping isn’t far from the daily

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[Video] 1/3 LET'S SEE IF I CAN DO THIS WITH THIS BULLSHIT LAYOUT.

[smartwinchester]

[BRB CRASHING SOUND FROM SOMEWHERE as Sam grabs at his bracelet. Your bb brother was trying to sleep. Why do you ruin everything, Dean. Why.

But he manages to locate Dean's contact information quickly enough and open a new feed to stare.]

-- Dean?

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[smartwinchester]

[ -- wait, Dean mentioned Gabriel.

Gabriel's been dead for years. Unless Dean managed to figure out how to look at his entire contact list, he wouldn't know Gabriel was here. And -- well, it's Dean, and he just stabbed a hallucination with a finger, so Sam is pretty sure that isn't it.

And time works differently here, so maybe --

This is either really awesome or really bad.]

[Video] YAY I DID IT FUCK YOU RUSSIA.

[smartwinchester]

[He can worry about that later.]

Dean, it's not Gabriel. It's a new set of gods.

[Pause.]

-- Gabriel's here, but he didn't do it. Where the hell are you?

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video; 1/5

[STARES]

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[wingsandwill]

[Oh. Castiel doesn't know exactly what to say, for so many reasons; he's never been the best with talking, he doesn't know when Dean's from, and the last time he'd seen his friend...

But it can't get any worse. So he turns on the feed, leaving it on video despite having been using voice for the most part due to the assorted bandages from the entire 'burning through his vessel' thing, and just ventures one word.]

Dean?

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Cas! Man, gotta say, I'm glad to see you right now.

[Then he actually looks at him and frowns.] The hell happened to your face?

[wingsandwill]

[At that reaction, at something other than disappointment and dislike and almost certainly worse, for a moment Castiel isn't sure what he's feeling. Relief, certainly, but there's more all mixed together into a brief flash of something almost overwhelming before he's able to push it all down and focus on speaking to his friend.]

It is good to see you as well, Dean.

[Something he would rarely bother to say, but he means it. At the question, he shakes his head slightly.]

It is not of import. What is that last you remember?

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[Yep, they could save that mushy gushy crap for later. Aka never.]

I'd ask if you could bust us outta this place, but since you're still here I'm thinkin' the answer is no.

[He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face as he relaxes back in his seat somewhat. It was so reassuring to see a friend, his only friend, while the rest of his world was spinning off-kilter.]

Driving. We'd just... we were driving outta Lawrence. You fluttered off upstairs and a dozen miles later I was here.

[painhumbles]

Excuse you, bucko. [HE DOESN'T KNOW WHICH PART IS MORE OFFENSIVE. THE FACT THAT HE'S HALF-ASSEDLY BEING BLAMED FOR THIS OR THE FACT THAT HE JUST COMPARED ASGARD TO A FUCKING MARVELVERSE PLANET.]

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[UM. RUDE YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD YOU PIECE OF SHIT FEATHER DUSTER.]

Well now I totally know who to blame.

[painhumbles]

[YEAH, SAVING YOUR SORRY ASS. WHERE'S HIS THANK YOU.]

Hate to break it to you, but, uh, this one's not me. I think you and your brother have enough crap without adding more of my poker buddies to the pot... Okay, so that wouldn't stop me, but gimme some credit here, Winchester. I've got way more style than this.

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[YEAH, WELL... HE'S STILL SORE ABOUT ALL THAT OTHER CRAP OKAY. Man can hold a grudge.

Dean just snorts, rolling his eyes even though he knows it's all true.]

Yeah, well, this isn't quite your brand of humor, either. Not enough cruel irony.

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[tiercelet]

The pink's better no colour at all, trust me. At least this place looks a little more welcoming now.

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I'm gonna go blind from all this pink girly crap.

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[tiercelet]

Girly? [He doesn't think so, but this stranger's probably not going to listen anyway.] Why not go to another part of the city, then?

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When I tried gathering up my crap, one of those faceless freaks came and stopped me.

[designerchild]

You seem pretty young to be retired.

[ A pause. ]

Pink, huh? Heh! Welcome to Freya's district, buddy. Threw me off too.

[renegading]

Yeah, well, live fast and die young or whatever.

Who the hell is Freya anyways?

[designerchild]

[ His lips quirk at that statement, but he doesn't comment. ]

Very likely your new employer. She's a "god" here [ his fingers make the quote-on-quote gesture as he rolls his eye ], one of the nine, actually. You familiar with Norse mythology?

[renegading]

Barely. Had a brush with Odin briefly back home but that's about it.