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Status report: what the hell happened here in the last month? Casualties? What's the extent of the damage? Any retaliation missions planned?

[someone's definitely ready to go out and kick some UE butt for bombing his children. Oh and you other people.]

Missions. How many of you were sent on them, what were they, and with how many people?

[screened AWAY from the Winchester boys]

Is there a sketch artist on this network?

[screened to ~~Nicki~~ Meg]

Alive? Did he do anything?

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Don't use my name in public you moron. Lives - how many were lost, how many injured. What do you know about the spread of the bombs and their intensity.

[Yeah right as if he'd tell you when he comes up with something. Sorry Cas, you're not considered a Winchester boy, you're a menace. Or a pet. It has yet to be completely decided.]

That's none of your business do you know one or not

You don't have to be rude.

[ You can practically see the sulk bleeding through that text, can't you? Why must you hurt with your hurtful words? ]

I have more effective means of spreading messages or images to humans than scratchings on paper.

[God, this one's worse than Sam. And he doesn't even have the excuse of being his son.]

If you have nothing of use to say then get lost

[ Silence for a moment on the other side, because a certain angel is wondering how assistance from Heaven isn't arguably the very definition of useful, but then he remembers that most of them are dicks, so... ]

Allow me to rephrase: I have the ability to insert the very image of whomever you seek directly into the mind of another.

Would you not find a use for this ability more effective than relying on an artists' rendition?

No

[Because that's not what he needs a sketch artist for. But it's good to know he can do that. Or rather, terrifying.]

What else can you do?

[ Castiel squints at the message, and types back: ]

...You don't want me to know who or what the subject of this drawing is.

Why won't you permit me to speak your name publicly?

Edited 2012-10-08 22:39 (UTC)

[Oh for the love of -- is he screwing with him? Mary, give him strength.]

I'm wanted, you idiot. And my name is far too well known to every freak of our world that might show up here. If you link my identity to this network persona I swear I will avoid captivity long enough to kill you. Any more questions?

[And no, he doesn't want him to know. But he also wants it drawn on real paper and not in anyone's head.]

[ No, he's not screwing with him. And yes, Dean will attest that at times, dealing with Castiel requires A LOT of patience. ]

I promised Dean that I would safeguard you from harm, and I meant it.

...Wanted for what?

[And unfortunately for both of them, patience is not one of John's merits.]

I don't need to be guarded, and I don't need your sabotage either.

[He sees no reason to answer that, he doesn't trust this asshole not to turn him in. But if he goes around asking then the law enforcers could actually pin him down. Not that it'd do them much good, but it would be a pain in the ass.]

Hunting.

I am not sabotaging anything.

[ Oh no. Castiel is almost afraid to ask. ]

You hunted one of the protected species -- another transport?

You're sabotaging my cover and it's not going to happen again

[Needless to say what would happen if he ever slips. It's a good thing Cas can't see the look of utter disgust on John's face right now. Protected species.]

I hunted a monster

Perhaps if you had the foresight to inform me sooner, I wouldn't have 'blown' it.

What kind of monster?

Let's get one thing straight here. I don't owe you anything. The only reason you're still breathing is that my son vouched for you but that will only take you so far. I don't know.

You are partially correct. However, the reason I am still alive is because you cannot.

[ But he digresses, back to the matter of hunting what someone doesn't know? Makes him wonder if his sons -- Sam, in particular -- might be able to teach their father a thing or two after all. ]

You fear retribution because you failed to hunt a monster you were ill prepared to face. I am prepared to help you, but I have obviously failed to earn your trust.

I apologize for taking your time.

[He really wants to strangle this guy.]

Don't bet on it.

[It was within five minutes of arrival of course he was freaking ill prepared. But he won't be next time, and he won't be when he faces him.]

I don't need your apologies. You stay the hell away from my sons.

[ Castiel can't promise that. He can -- easily -- avoid John Winchester. He may be on his short list of those he will actively protect, either as a deterrent or in an advisory capacity... but he can't stay away from his friends, his family, anymore than John could.

So he says nothing, and hopes that will be enough. ]

[For John? This means war.]

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