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[travelin_on]

Who:travelin_on, andifell and hauntedhunter
Where: Discedo somewhere
When: Backdated to around Nov 29th
Rating: PG-13?? Dunno, might be swearing.
Summary: Dean and Sam travel via Subway from Dissimulo and Spero to join Cas in Discedo. They reunite!
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[andifell]

Castiel had, of course found the subway. Of course, it was more difficult actually getting there, that with him being cut off again. Which was irritating, of course.

So there he was, waiting in the subway station, standing, looking a bit frazzled and more than a little lost.

Once the train's wheels began to screech to a halt, he turned his head towards it, eyes narrowed, scanning everyone who filed out, before turning his head to the other side, trying to scout Dean out of there now. Or Sam. There was a slight sigh, as he couldn't exactly pin point either of the two men out just yet.

[hauntedhunter]

The mind was always susceptible to the dark and the horrors of what the imagination could create. How the shadows formed horrendous creatures with the absence of light, that creeping feeling that something was following, or the inhuman noises you thought you heard. Unfortunately for Sam, a lot of those fabrications you thought you saw or heard were real

[travelin_on]

Surprisingly enough Dean arrived first, he could probably chalk that up to having an escort though. He spotted the familiar tan trench-coat and made a bee-line right for Castiel. He stopped, looked the man over then turned his eyes back around the station.

"Where's Sam?" Priorities. Not that he wasn't glad to see Cas of course, or to know that he was alright, cause he was, but it's not like they were going to have a hug moment.

lmao aww no hugs Dean?

[andifell]

Castiel turned his head towards Dean, as soon as he saw someone heading specifically towards him. The angel also did a quick check of the man, careful to pay attention to any potential injury, before returning his blue eyed gaze back to Dean's face.

He wasn't quick to respond though, instead choosing to canvas around the station again, searching for the taller brother. Then a small shrug. "I don't see him yet," he paused, looking at Dean. "The trains are fairly slow....I'm not used to this."

And back to casting another look around. "Dean.... Are you going to tell him what I told you?" Because if he knew this man, even a little, he knew he wouldn't be that quick to spill the beans.