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[thursdays_angel]

You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in.It’s not literal thunder and lightning that heralds Castiel’s arrival in Milliways this evening, but one can almost smell ozone and feel the quiver in the air as he passes. And there’s something in his expression that hints that one might be wise to stay out of his

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[ever_noteful]

"Castiel?

"Are you . . . is everything all right?"

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel stops dead, looking at Meg. For a moment, the angel looks remarkably like a bull that is contemplating charging.

If it were anyone but Meg, he might.

But as it is, after that moment, he seems to deflate a bit.

"It...."

Castiel fumbles for how best to sum up the situation.

"It has been a difficult few days."

[ever_noteful]

Meg considers this answer, and his reaction.

For a long moment.

"Should I leave you alone, then?"

[thursdays_angel]

How can two members of the same species be so different? Castiel wonders if Meg could be persuaded to give Dean Winchester lessons in common courtesy.

"I would rather you didn't," he says.

"If you do not mind."

[changeinasnap]

[OOC: ...so, ah. *eyedart* Would a thread with the Trickster be a terrible idea right now, or something you'd be interested in?]

[thursdays_angel]

[It may well be a terrible idea, but it's intriguing! I don't know that Castiel is going to be all that happy to see him, but we can give it a try. I don't think Cas knowing about Gabriel messes up anything.]

[changeinasnap]

[Mwahaha. I'm willing to give it a try, too, so... *writes!*]

[changeinasnap]

The feeling that clobbers him on the back of the head is some weird, unidentifiable mix: like an itch on the back of his neck combined with a mosquito humming in his ear.

(Which, okay, is better than the other swarm of noise he's been hearing on a certain band lately. There's only so many times a guy can put up with a chorus of Dean Winchester is Saved before he wants to go out and either get smashed or smash a few faces in, you know?)

Still, it's enough to get the hairs on the back of his neck crested up, and enough to get him to turn around to throw a quick glance over his shoulder.

Oh.

Oh, hell no.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel is so agitated that he nearly misses it. That feeling. The one that signals that one of his own kind is nearby.

A feeling that is somewhat out of place in Milliways.

Castiel stops, looking for its source.

He finds it. And his eyes widen.

[changeinasnap]

Yeah, and that note of recognition, tiny as it might be? Means it's way too late for him to run.

Son of a bitch. He let his guard down; he didn't think, after colliding head-on with that other version of his eldest brother, that he'd have to worry about anything more than that; he actually took Coyote at face value when she started rattling off names --

Speaking of. His name. He can't quite get the scope of it beyond the vessel he's wearing, but he figures it'll come to him pretty soon.

Flattening a hand on the bartop, he slides down to his feet, turning to face his brother in full.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel, on the other hand, knows who this is.

Castiel is just a foot soldier. Gabriel had been something more.

"You."

If anything, the sight of the other angel fans the flames of anger a bit higher.