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[obiwanning]

[ muttered in a kind of quiet voice; ] Never thought I'd see the day Cas would have to teach me how to work a goddamn phone.

S'this thing on? Good. Let's see here, anybody got a head count as far as refugees goes? Like to get an idea of how many people this damn thing sucked in.

[ a long pause, like he's debating with himself over whether

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[incaution]

You still haven't found him?

[obiwanning]

I'm working on it.

[incaution]

I'll help you look for him. It's not like I've got anything better to do right now, anyways.

[obiwanning]

Cas said he talked to him over this thing, thought I'd give it a shot before we go hunting around the rest of the fort.

[whateverthemess]

Five groups of ten got brought through initially. I tried to do a headcount when this whole thing started and that's what I ended up with.

Sergeant Karrin Murphy, Chicago PD. Not that it matters here, but still.

[obiwanning]

Shit. That many, huh? Well, guess we'll never run outta people to watch each other's backs.

It matters. I'm a, uh ... a Fed. Back home, makes dealin' with all this a little easier, I'd say. Dean Richards. How you been holding up?

[whateverthemess]

[A bright spark of amusement.] You're full of shit, Dean Richards. You have as much Fed in you as my best friend's cat.

And I'm fine. I'm used to this kind of thing, believe it or not.

[obiwanning]

Did your friend's cat hook up with Lassie and decide to find him some fidelity, bravery and integrity? 'Cause you're listenin' to all-agent radio right now, sweetheart. You got my word on that.

[ A beat. ] But, how's a sergeant get used to showin' up in the backwoods? One too many jello shots at the policeman's ball?

[knowmypurpose]

I think a headcount would require us all being in the same area at once, which so far hasn't seemed to happen.

[obiwanning]

Yeah, Princess, that's kinda why I'm trying to do it over these things. Everybody got one.

[knowmypurpose]

[Sorry Dean, you're not the first person to call her Princess. Or the second. The nickname doesn't bother her at all.]

But that assumes everyone knows how to use it. Seems like there's people from all sorts of places and times.

[obiwanning]

It's been a good couple days, I think if they're gonna figure it out, they've figured it out by now.

[tearsandtildes]

Dean. I heard you were here, somewhere.

[obiwanning]

Yeah, found myself a nice little cabin in the woods. Figured I'd retire, get some writing done. Kill some giant fucking spiders.

Where the hell are you, dude? I'm coming to get you.

[tearsandtildes]

Giant spiders? ... I guess at least those were recognizable.

I'm sort of in the center of the barracks right now.

[obiwanning]

All right, don't move, I'll be there in just a sec. I'm bringin' Cas, we'll give you the low down on what's goin' on.

What we know, anyway.

[painhumbles]

[YOUR VOICE IS GRATING, DEAN. And makes Gabriel feel too many emotions. He will kill that fairy bitch and her little Sympathy Vodka Cocktails too.

Maybe he should actually say words, instead of trying to throttle his communicator.]

You lost Sam? Wow. And here I thought you mooks couldn't function for five minutes without the other one in sight.

[Hello, Dean. Your nightmare is worse.]

[obiwanning]

Oh, you sonnuvabitch. I musta made some angel real happy for them to drop you in. You know how bad I'd like to run a stake through your gut right about now?

[painhumbles]

Oh, here we go.

[Wait... What?]

Okay. I'll bite. What did I do this time?

[...Humor him. Timelines make his hangover hurt.]

[obiwanning]

[ long silence. oh. right. cas is from further ahead, so maybe tricksterchan is from ... not the right time. after his pause, he sounds as aggressive as he can without actually giving a straight answer. ]

What do you think?