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[ When the feed clicks on, you're met with the confused but guarded face of Dean Winchester. He's seen these kinds of tricks before, but the setting has changed. ]

Okay, what the hell is going on? If this is some shitty trick then I ain't laughing. [ He's used to all sorts of crap but this is pushing it. ] Honestly, this bullshit about being in the future and fighting some battle? I know you're the creative type but come on.

So, answers. Give 'em to me before things turn ugly. I ain't sittin' around quiet and pretty this time.

[ Cue arms crossed. He's waiting. ]

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[ A familiar sound of displaced air and the distant flutter of many feathered wings, and an equally familiar sound of Castiel's voice does more than simply suggest the angel's presence.

You know, just a few feet away. ]

Dean.

[ The angel stands there... a wary, if expectant, look frozen on his face. Wary because... while pleased to see Dean again, he is not eager to discover that this Dean remembers nothing of the last year. ]

[ Dean isn't expecting to hear the familiar flutter of wings at all -- he hasn't let himself think about what being in a completely new world could mean -- so he does, for once, jerk back a little at the sound.

Guess old habits come rushing back when things change. ]

Cas? Jesus - [ But instead of frustration, there's relief in his voice. ] Man, it is good to see you. [ Beat. Or is it? That expression on the angel's face has him looking right back with the same amount of wariness. ]

[ Blue eyes drift away from Dean, a brief flicker of uncertainty in them as he grasps at words or actions to more effectively break the ice, so to speak. It would of course be easier to simply ask, but the topic was a dangerous one, and words must be chosen carefully.

And even Castiel knew words aren't exactly his strong suit.

But he does have something. Something that would encourage questions if Dean didn't know what it meant, and if he did... ]

...The feeling is mutual.

[ Carefully, cautiously... Castiel pulls the bull head pendant from around his neck, but doesn't remove it. His eyes lift to Dean's, watching his every move. ]

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[ Asking, words in general, ruins many things. Dean knows, having often been the one to blurt out something inappropriate that has quickly made the situation escalate into something unfixable.

So he's cautious as well. But it doesn't last, not when he watches the angel's hand seal around his old necklace, the very same way he's seen multiple times back in Attollo.

Before he's really thinking, his hand is sealing over the pendant, the familiar shape a welcome weight against his palm. A glance back at Cas' face while a careful smile grows. ]

You still have that. Just like back in -- back there. [ Letting go, the relief he the let out breath is doubled compared to what he felt when Cas appeared next to him. ] You remember. [ Pause. ] Everything, right?

Yes - [ Castiel gives a small nod to match the minute curve of his lips into a smile before adding helpfully: ] Attollo.

[ But does he remember everything? ]

That... would depend on what you remember, Dean.

[ Eyes that had just a moment ago dropped to the fingers around the pendant lift back up again. His mouth opens, he leans in... and begins to whisper close to his ear, figuring that tact would be preferable to announcing his most recent memory in potentially mixed company.

Quickly, he leans back for Dean's reaction. ]

[ Okay, so maybe this is getting a little ridiculous and Dean figures he should just go with the blurting out instead of...well, this. But patiently, for once, he watches Cas lean in and whisper (come on, man, what are they? chicks at the playground?) before drawing back with a slightly amused huff. ]

Yes, Cas, I remember that too. [ Smile! ] Don't think any world traveling or mind-bending could change that.

We all good now? On the same page? [ His words might be light but the relief he feels is intense. ]

[ Relief seems to be a heavier burden than he expected, with the way the tension leaves his body and he nearly sags with it. ]

Yes. [ And just like that, the moment is gone. The angel rolls his shoulders back an assumes that awkward, straight-backed stance just slightly too close to the hunter... his expression stoic. ]

I have heard some disturbing rumors about this place and the Initiative.

Unfortunately, finding a source of water for you that has not been tampered with has proven to be... difficult.

[ Right. Back to business. ] No paradise we dropped into, that's for sure.

Wait, the water here is tampered? [ That's not cool, not one bit. ] What does it do? And - [ More importantly, since the pieces are finally sliding together. ] - how long have you been here?

Supposedly. It would appear that the Initiative was ill-prepared to assume a leadership role over their own recruits.

[ Moving away, he continues explaining what little he's learned: ]

Drugged food and water, war, unexplained afflictions... [ Temporal effects, really, but he doesn't know to call it that... yet. ] Our situation is very dire, Dean.

...Two days. [ Two days of him practically crawling the walls of this place trying to get back to Dean, but he'll leave that part out. ]

[ A very dire situation.

Back in Attollo, Dean had wondered if things could possibly get more messed up, and had spent a large amount of time wishing for a way home. But compared to this, or the sound of things, maybe the tropical climate he had previously lived in hadn't been so bad. ]

Don't worry, man. We'll figure something out. This place can't be harder to escape than the last, right? We'll be home soon enough. [ Positive thinking. Positive thinking that won't last for long. ] Plus, at least you've got your mojo here. All we need to do is get our hands on whoever is running the show and give 'em a piece of our minds.

[ Castiel glances back at Dean, and it's not the first time the angel showed some hesitation in returning home. ]

I am reluctant to claim the state of our own world is better off.

[ Not with Raphael quickly overtaking him and his rebellion, and especially not when Castiel was just beginning to find some enjoyment in his new life -- in captivity on Attollo. ]

...In any case, it would seem that my abilities have been restored to me in full.

Yeah, but we can change things there. [ This is a new world, who knew if they would forget once they went home. Dean refuses to believe that things will go back to the same picture as they were before. He doesn't want that, can't stand the idea of holding so much anger towards the angel again. ]

Something good. [ A nod. It's finally settling in, the gravity of the situation even if he hasn't even seen much of what this place is all about yet. ]

...Any idea if anyone else from Attollo is here?

[ There's something touching about the way Dean suggests that they can take what they've learned in the last year home with them, that they can change. It's a show of faith that Cas can't help but appreciate.

But back to business, Castiel shakes his head. ]

None have made their presence known, at least.

However, one of the Alternian trolls seems very distressed by my presence. He seems to think that my purpose here is to kill him.

Right. [ So they're possibly the only ones who have been transported into this...new world.

But anyway. Alternian troll? He swears he's heard that name before -- back in Attollo. ]

No offense, man, but you do have a habit of bein' a little too, you know, vague. Maybe you said something threatening without explaining. [ Dean just seems amused though. Oh Cas. ]

[ The angel looks prepared to argue that point but falls silent in thought because... well, Dean might have made a very good point. ]

Perhaps telling him that his highblood adversaries were not much of a threat as he believed did not have the effect I'd hoped for.

[ Nevermind the fact that apparently angels are considered to be harbingers of the end days for trolls. Oops. ]

Dean, when you were welcomed by that woman. Were you offered a weapon?

[ Sneaky smirk. ] Or...it just means no damn troll is tough enough for you. [ Hint of pride. Damn right the angel who raised him from Hell wasn't gonna be too weak to face some damn space troll. ]

Oh, uh, yeah - [ A second later Dean is showing off a very familiar ivory-handled gun, much like the one he carries back home though who knows if it is actually the same one. ] Sure did. Biggest mistake she ever made. [ Smirk! ]

[ Dean, that's... a nice compliment. And yes, Cas was thinking the same thing, which is pretty immodest of him... but at least he's having the good sense to drop his gaze and allow himself a small smile in response.

But the gun earns a curious tilt of his head, which he aims back at Dean. The smile still lingering. ]

I had half expected you to inquire about the Colt. This must hold significant sentimental value for you.

[ Dean knows how strong Cas is, despite all the...comments he might have once thrown at the angel -- and still probably will in the future. The smile only strengthens his as his eyes fall down to the gun which he turns over in curiosity. ]

Colt, yeah - [ He'd thought about it. ] Used to believe in that gun a little more until we found out there are creatures which even its bullets can't kill. At least this darlin' right here is trustworthy to help along on the job.

[ Castiel, for one, is glad that he didn't choose the Colt. Such a weapon might have attracted unwanted attention, the kind that the pearl-handled gun would never be able to compete with... won't get stolen nearly as quickly, either. ]

Do you believe what she said -- that your chosen weapon would anticipate your needs to evolve with you?

[ Dean shrugs. ]

Don't plan on sticking around long enough to find out. As long as I have something I can hurt these dickbags with, I'm good. Evolved - [ SCOFFING THE WORD OUT. ] - weapon or not.

And you know what? I think we should start on bustin' outta here right now. Come on. [ Let's go! Where exactly? He's not too sure. But they'll figure something out. ]

[ By now, Castiel knows better than to argue. He's been searching for the exit for two days, not nearly the length of time he spent looking before Dean appeared in Attollo... but then again, that was an island holding several cities and vast swaths of uncharted territory.

This was a whole world. One currently united as one entity and its only rebellion is fragmented at best. ]

Do you think we should take our questions to the woman who met with us?

[ Questions, of course, meaning... interrogate until she gives them the answers they want. ]

[ All the smiles. See what a good idea that is Cas? ]

Should be able to get our hands on her easily enough, right? And if she puts up a fight... [ Well, then they can figure out just how strong their kidnappers are.

Tucking away his gun, Dean nods in the direction he'd come from after talking to the woman who had met him. ]

Let's get this show on the road, Huggybear.

[ Nothing could possibly go wrong with this plan. Or everything could... and they'll discover for themselves how valuable this woman is to the Initiative, or how powerful the resistance really is. ]

I will prepare the way for you -

[ Better stop him before he disappears on you. ]

[ Eyes widen and one arm goes out, hand clutching onto Cas' arm -- ]

Woah, woah, woah, hold your horses there, cowboy. Not without me, you're not. We're doin' this together, buddy, no flying solo. [ Even if he is a puny human. 8| ]

Come on, zap us both.

[ Perfect timing. Arm caught, Castiel returns his attention on the hunter and remains in his presence. The way his brow furrows and his lips part gives the impression that he's ready to object, to refuse Dean... but no words come out. Instead, he regards Dean carefully and slowly nods.

He knows better than to refuse Dean in this. ]

Very well.

[ Stepping in close, the angel lifts his hand to press two fingers on the center of Dean's forehead. ]

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