[The video comes to life and Balthazar is sprawled out in a plush velvet red chair. His arms are draped on the rests and his legs are spread rather luxuriously. In the one hand, there is a flute of champagne.]
Someone’s seen fit to give me a second vacation. Not bad timing, the first one was starting to go to hell.
[He takes a long sip of his
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No... that's not possible. Aren't- aren't you dead?
[The question is actually pretty honest. As far as He knows, Balthazar the great soldier and loyal one is dead on the battlefield. Chuck half hopes it's true, because this creature... this can't be him. It can't. Please.]
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Ah, you're the prophet, aren't you?
[He raises his hands in an absolutely smarmy sort of shrug.]
I thought of all people that you would know. My death... [He makes a "Whoops" face.] was maybe blown a bit out of proportion.
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No, you're not the guy I saw. [He just looks confused, a little appalled.] Balthazar was an angel, a real one. How?
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That's certainly an unusual initial priority.
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Well what's the point if you're not willing to have a bit of fun while tumbling down the rabbit hole?
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Before we go any further, I shall have you know that this place is nothing like Wonderland. .. With that said, generally people have a bit of a panic when they first arrive, though I suppose this is an interesting change.
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But Balthazar is dead. For real, this time. At Castiel's hand.
Though from the look of him, Balthazar doesn't seem all that bothered. Perhaps it's too early for him to know that quite yet.
So have a Crowley that is unusually serious, speaking in his own quiet way, but all demon. Captivating, in his own unique way, to everyone that isn't a self-absorbed twat of an angel.
Meet the ruler of Hell, Balthazar.]
Castiel, as he is in this city, hasn't yet stopped the Apocalypse.
I suggest you keep it that way.
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Crowley. It's about time.
[Balthazar, without even trying, loses some of his hedonistic flair. It's replaced with the soldier who could wipe Crowley's existence away without breaking a sweat. Balthazar really had been one of Heaven's best warriors before everything went to pot and right now, it shows.]
I've been filled in on the Back to the Future element. Although if Cas is so far behind, that begs the question: Where are you?
[If he isn't phased by the lack of Judgment Day or Balthazar's general existence, then he must be just about as far along as Bal is. Maybe even further.]
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A rather nice flat that you can't get into. My apologies, sweetheart -- I'm something of a racist.
[Read: He isn't going to tell you.]
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Even so, he'll raise his chin and size the demon up through the silly little phone.]
Weren't you ever told that's not very nice? Darling?
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Balthazar.
[Castiel doesn't know what Balthazar's talking about or what point in time he's from, but it doesn't matter, because the brother he loves most is somehow both alive and here. For the first time in so long he feels almost happy.]
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Bal swallows nervously. He knows that this isn't the same Castiel as he left. This version has no idea of the betrayal Balthazar is about to pull. (Maybe about to pull, he forcefully reminds himself.) He can't help the moment of guilt.
Then he realizes that this Cas would still be under the impression that he had been dead. In fact, he had "died" pretty recently in Castiel's timeline. As much as Balthazar dislikes the thought of a humanized Cas, it's a relief to see him without all of that weight on his shoulders. He smiles genuinely.]
Cas.
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[He can't think to say anything else, that issue first and most pressing on his mind. He knows Balthazar might be from an earlier time, but he's never seen this vessel, and there's something different about him. How Balthazar responds should tell him what point in time he's from, at the very least; better, he might get some sort of explanation.]
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Maybe it would be a start, telling Castiel the true story to his face rather than having him find out through a spell.
So Balthazar ditches the NV and simply appears where Castiel is. The street lamps surge but nothing breaks. He sticks his hands in his pockets and looks his friend over. This whole part human thing was not a good look.]
Tremendously so.
[Bal offers him a charming smile. No way you could hate the one wearing this smile, Cas. Even if Balthazar knows that's about as effective as trying to charm a brick wall.]
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[ yes let the barely-legal-looking girl tell you all about the nightlife options. ]
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Maybe you could tell me more about it, miss...?
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