[The feed turns on abruptly as the tablet collides with a wall. It drops to the floor, the clattering warring with the furious yell to be heard. Nothing is seen of Castiel, and the feed only shows the wall and baseboard.]

Leave me alone.

[There's another furious crash off-screen, then too-still silence.]

[[ooc;; the end-game is reserved for ( Read more... )

[After the mirror fiasco, Crowley's brief flirtation with the notion of public service is done. But he leaves his transmission to the Winchesters and company open; let others take the warning if they will.]Moose, Squirrel, and the rest of you lot...I trust you've all been burnt often enough by this time not to buy what these mutant crossroads- ( Read more... )

[The feed flicks on to show McCoy in his living room. McCoy doesn't look well. He's holding his phaser in hand, face pale as he stares off screen. His eyes usually so brilliant and clear are red and dim. When it comes on, someone is speaking, voice femenine, rich and sultry.]

...It won't take much, my sweet. Not much at all and you will get to see ( Read more... )

[Myrnin is poking around at the market. He's dressed in his usual eccentric style with a pair of jeans that have holes in the knees, a pin stripe vest with no shirt and a lace-ruffled velvet top coat. He's got his hands behind his back as he walks, occasionally pausing to literally poke at something. He addresses the device with a bit of a bored ( Read more... )

[Claire is just walking out of the Roadhouse. She's been by the library, where she last saw Dean and can't seem to find him anywhere. Morganville has trained her in going to look for whoever she wishes to speak to as most of the people she's around may or may not pick up a phone. But after much walking around, she finally decides to do the smart ( Read more... )

( Accidental video, cut for length )

[the feed flicks on, and Dean's looking at the floor, a look that's blank, carefully controlled on his face. a tall bearded guy is stood beside him that he's trying not to look.]

Alistair.

[He spits the word, his tone as tightly controlled at his face. He wasn't giving anything away. But he was scared, disgusted, hateful, and so many other things ( Read more... )

[Anna's tablet is jostled, and at first nothing comes across the audio; just an image, caught from floor level, of Anna seated with her back to the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees and her face hidden in them. After a moment, two sets of legs walk into view to stand on either side of her; male and female, conservatively dressed ( Read more... )

[When the video clicks on it's to reveal Gabriel, hair slightly mussed, sitting lazily on his couch. The tablet must be propped up on his coffee table, because the shot is a wide one that shows off his bright red boxers and pristine white wife beater. Completely ignorant to the goings-on of the past several weeks, he cracks a grin and slouches ( Read more... )

[Jim sits at a desk or table, hands clasped on its surface in front of him. He's not in uniform--it's unfortunately been lost to cannibals--but nevertheless retains the calm assurance of command ( Read more... )