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[almostadick]

Who: Alec and Castiel
Where: In Zero
When: A little after this
What: Guarding mirrors (like a boss) Also Alec doing what he does best by being annoying.

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[holythursday]

Castiel, armed and feeling much more secure in this place, headed down to zero silently with Dean. When he was told where to go, he headed that way, stepping along through the hallway until he reached the cell where the mirrors were supposed to go. He felt distinctly...put out being down here, as there was really no way for him to go out unless a warden came for them, right? He couldn't exactly remember how that worked.

And now that he was a human, he was quite a bit less patient with everything.

Hearing movement, he perked up and slipped his hands into his pocket. And then stopped.

No, this wasn't Dean, but it sure as hell looked like him.

"Whoa..." he said, sounding very disoriented. "Who are you?"

[almostadick]

Alec paused mid-step when he heard the question, looking over his shoulder before turning completely to face the other man. "Alec," he answered after a long moment of quietly looking this guy up and down and debating on whether or not to give him an honest answer or to mess him around a bit, swinging his arms at his sides a little as if standing still for longer than thirty seconds was far too difficult a task for him to manage at the moment.

"And you're...?"

[holythursday]

"Alec. Dean send you, hm?" He paused before he realized the other man had asked him a question.

"Cas. Castiel, really, but most people like to shorten it." He shrugged and leaned back against the wall. "Has anyone tried to come and get anything yet? Or are we just standing around here like awful decoration?" A soft chuckle passed his lips and he glanced up to the ceiling, as if it would hold all the answers for him.