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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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Hey, thought something might've happened to you.

Far as I know he hasn't, but it's been pretty crazy around here with the bombs dropping.

Tell me what happened

Sirens. Bombs. Everyone had to go underground for awhile.

That's about it. Some places are rubble, but overall, I guess it wasn't too bad.

Can you describe the bombs used, their number, how they were spread, any specifics?

I was kinda underground and didn't get a very good look at them.

What does it matter how they were spread? They were bombs.

Hello, John. We suffered many casualties, much of it structural... although I suspect that a more accurate report may be found with the Initiative, should they allow it to be released without first being sanitized.

Even if there are no official plans to strike back, I volunteer to assist any alternatives you or your sons might present.

[ Technically not a Winchester boy. Sorry, Papa Winchester... but you forgot the angel on someone's shoulder. ]

Why do you require a sketch artist?

It tells us what they know and what they're after

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

I think they know we're here, since they bombed us.

And as for what they're after, I think they want us dead.

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.

How do you survive

[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

Simple. I look out for myself. Can't spend my time concerning myself with other people when there's bombs falling all over the place. What am I supposed to do about that?

Gather information. If you want to live to see my age you have to know everything about everything

[ 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.]

[ this is only private because he figures dad will want it that way. 8| ]

Uh, so...gettin' any answers? [ look he missed you okay and...so maybe this is a way of also keeping an eye on you now that you're finally back. ]

[ 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?

[That's his good boy ;;;;]

Nothing useful. [He tsks in annoyance, must he be surrounded by incompetent idiots?] Tell me something. Is your angel boy really that dense or is he screwing with me?

[ your angel boy? seriously, dad? l: but, uh, wow, talk about that one coming from outta nowhere, have a blink or two before he replies; ]

Cas? He's, uh-- he's a bit special. [ and not in the good way.....thank god this is private, cas might get all huffy at him otherwise. ] Just ignore him, dad.

[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.

[Be happy he didn't say something nastier. That's not going to last much longer. Soon as he figures out a way to gank the thing the gloves are coming off.]

Seems to listen to you so go ahead and educate him on what'll happen if he blows my cover.

[Sorry Dean, he's fuming and the heat's coming out on you because he's only texting your pet.] You and your brother still safe?

I am not sabotaging anything.

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

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

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