[Castiel almost drops the tablet at the familiar voice. It hasn't been that long at all since Dean's been gone, but it's been long enough for Castiel to completely and thoroughly mope about his friend being gone.
And then he realizes that Dean has absolutely no clue where he is, which means Castiel is in for yet another conversation regarding what exactly is past and future.
... He hates those.
He casts out with arcane senses and snorts in frustration when he finds nothing; so this Dean is from after he engraved the sigils into his ribs. (Which, in this place, is more an annoyance than it is helpful.)]
[The answer is quick. Despite whatever difficulty they've had since Balthazar arrived, Castiel is sure of one thing.] Friend.
[A pause; it's difficult to stand before Dean and have a handful of months' worth of shared history simply erased.] More often than I'd like. Some of it borders on the ridiculous. Some is...
[Some of it involves torture. Experiments. One's very personality changed.] Some of it is far more threatening.
And then he realizes that Dean has absolutely no clue where he is, which means Castiel is in for yet another conversation regarding what exactly is past and future.
... He hates those.
He casts out with arcane senses and snorts in frustration when he finds nothing; so this Dean is from after he engraved the sigils into his ribs. (Which, in this place, is more an annoyance than it is helpful.)]
I'm not human.
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[A pause; it's difficult to stand before Dean and have a handful of months' worth of shared history simply erased.] More often than I'd like. Some of it borders on the ridiculous. Some is...
[Some of it involves torture. Experiments. One's very personality changed.] Some of it is far more threatening.
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