[Closed] LOOK OUT, LOOK OUT, THERE'S A CREEPER ABOUT. And Dean intends to warn Castiel.

[100deaths_a_day]

Who: Dean Winchester 100deaths_a_day || Castiel to_rebel
What: Dean's alarms have been rung, and he's heading off to be Izaya's PR man warn Castiel about Izaya.
Where: Cas's room
When: February 18th, just after This
Warning: Possible mouth.
Status: Incomplete. Closed.

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[to_rebel]

He was, indeed, in his room, perched on the edge of his bed and poking around on the device. He was going to learn how to do this. There were features on this thing that he hadn't managed to figure much out and Castiel was determined to at least have a good working knowledge of it.

... It would help if it weren't actually technology. Archaic spells, dead languages, anything but technology and he'd know it by now.

He looked up when the door opened, tensed and ready to lash out if this was a threat, and raised his brows at Dean. The device was tossed aside as he relaxed. "Yes, Dean?"

[to_rebel]

"That was infinitely easier to deal with," Castiel muttered.

He glanced at Dean. "This is not funny."

[100deaths_a_day]

"You're right. It's not funny..." it's freaking hilarious. fininhing the sentence in his head ensues a fresh round of snickering.

"Want me to ask S.A.M.M for a phone for you instead?" The innocent tone. It's there, and that never means seriousness.

[to_rebel]

He cast Dean a withering glance. "No."

He will figure this out.

[100deaths_a_day]

Dean laughs. "Want some help?" you're too damned stubborn to ask for it.

[to_rebel]

If Dean would quit laughing, then Castiel might have actually asked for help. As it was, he huffed a bit and then finally gave up. Yes, he needed help.

"There's a sort of..." He trailed off, absolutely at a loss for words. "You can locate other devices with this thing?"

[100deaths_a_day]

He's quit laughing now. He sits up, and scoots over to Cas. He takes it off of him, and shows him how to do it step by step. Slowly.

"Right... that's how you get the map up..." he pressed a button "and that shows them all. Hell, that one with two dots is us here." He would point it out better... but you know. Dodgy arm.

"Kind defeats the purpose of those pretty symbols you lovingly marked me with, right?" He joked, not able to do even this completly seriously.

[to_rebel]

Well, now that he's been shown once, he'll managed to mess it up a few thousand times before he actually makes it work right. It's a start, though. At least it's really only technology of any sort that does it to him.

"I am the only angel here," he said. "At least now I can find you and Sam, if need be."

Maybe.

[100deaths_a_day]

Dean smiled at that. "right. If you mess it up, though? My room, cafeteria, and wellbeing complex thing. That's where I usually am. Don't know about Sammy, though..." Was this kind of disturbing to Dean? Yes. He was used to knowing what his brother did and when he did it.

...Except When Sam was A) with ruby, B) at college and C) soul-less. So, he's got good reason for it to make him edgy.

[to_rebel]

Castiel shrugged one shoulder and turned his hand palm up in a helpless gesture. "I'll ask him myself." It would be best to know where to look for either of them at any given time, just in case.

[100deaths_a_day]

"Awesome. Anything else you want showing how to do on the gizmo?"