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[flynninomite]

[The video clicks on to a claustrophobic view of what appears to be dark fabric, then abruptly shifts, tipping upwards to reveal a scowling man looking like he's seen (much) better days. Judging from the angle, the netbook is being propped up on his knee with one hand while he sits reclined against a wall; the other hand is pressed firmly to his stomach. It quickly becomes clear that the fabric isn't dark - it's just covered in blood, both beneath his hand and again at his left shoulder. His face is similarly accented by a few cuts and bruises, not to mention a fair amount of dirt.]

Testing, testing- [A strong English accent, interrupted by a cough.] I don't know what the hell this is about, but I'm guessing it's not heaven. Either way, I'd like to stick around long enough to find out. The odd woman said I could get assistance on this thing - so here I am, calling for assistance.

Can I get a sodding doctor over here?

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[gained_a_level]

Of course not. There was a you -- another you -- that was. But I am a very long way from there.

[ He just pops in out of nowhere and touches faces. GOSH GET WITH THE PROGRAM. ]

I am attempting to restore your body to health.

[ Said, of course, with a touch of exasperation. It's not the first time this mixup has happened, nor is it the first time he's remembered something another did not... or had the tables turn in that regard himself.

He moves his hand away at Flynn's insistence, but keeps it hovering there nevertheless... an expectant and impassive look implying that he fully expects Flynn to relent eventually. ]

...You did ask for medical assistance, did you not?

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[ He really shouldn't find this 'another you' business hard to swallow, considering where he is and how he got here, but hey, let him grasp onto whatever sense of reality's left.

He's clearly still a bit freaked out by this guy waltzing up to him and talking nonsense (the whole appearing out of nowhere is just icing, really). The patient resolve on Castiel's face isn't helping much, either - Flynn has a habit of resisting the inevitable. ]

Clearly. Is that supposed to explain the hand in my face? Not sure where you studied medicine, but that's not a practice I'm familiar with.

[gained_a_level]

[ Castiel has the small advantage of all this being old hat to him. But Flynn has every right to be suspicious, anyone could use the guise of being the friend you didn't remember for a few precious seconds of vulnerability to exploit. ]

I could touch your arm, if that is your preference.

[ Something in the hard way he says this seems to imply that Flynn is being totally high maintenance and Castiel disapproves. Although he's also not surprised. ]

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[ Well now that's just a challenge. Flynn responds to Castiel's disapproval with an annoyed sneer, but then he raises both hands to the side in a 'whatever' gesture. ] Fine, have at it. Heal me, oh wise one.

[ He's being immensely sarcastic, and obviously thinks he's calling Castiel out on talking crap and not having any idea what he's doing - and not being able to heal him by touching his forehead, of course. Oops. ]

Up to you if it works!

[gained_a_level]

[ Sure is, and the moment Flynn consents to his touch, he does -- clasping a hand on his shoulder and then drawing quickly away again, only needing a second, it seems, to allow his Grace to steal forth and restore the human form to health. ]

SHO DOES

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[ Flynn has the decency to look properly shocked for a second, then maybe just a bit impressed. Alright, hey, that was kind of a rush. His eyebrows are about to climb off his head they're so high, and he seems to be reconsidering Castiel. He's wanting to unabashedly inspect his now not-wounds, but he holds off for the sake of keeping an eye on Cas - and also to look slightly less impressed than he actually is. ]

Right, foot firmly in mouth. Is this standard medical procedure for these parts?

[gained_a_level]

[ Castiel's eyes dart to the side for a moment, flickering uncertainty as clear as day in that one look. To be honest, Flynn's muted response to healing that is nothing short of miraculous is something both he and Dean have in common. Cas is used to it. ]

No. As... I understand it, the usual methods are quite slow.

[ Understatement. ]

I am certain there are others who have similar abilities to my own. Who they might be... [ The angel gives a shrug of his shoulders -- He doesn't know yet. ]

[flynninomite]

[ Flynn probably would've been more shocked prior to the blue immortals and being teleported to wherever this is in the middle of a grenade blast, but as is he's feeling a bit over it. It'll sink in later, maybe. ]

You're from where, then? [ Still watching Castiel, but starting to very casually test his shoulder where the gunshot used to be. That uncertainty didn't go unnoticed, and he can't help but be intrigued by anything knocking this guy off balance. I mean, he can apparently teleport and heal on command, so. Can't be that hard a life, can it? ]

[gained_a_level]

[ Castiel almost says Heaven, but stops himself and quickly amends: ]

Earth, I realize this is the world most are familiar with.

[ He glances down at the shoulder as Flynn rolls it experimentally. ]

...How does it feel?

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[ He's moved on to inspecting the tear in his shirt from the knife-wound, now, eyes straying from Cas. He looks back up at the question, though - and he's finally starting to look genuinely impressed. ]

Good as new. And Earth, is it? No part of Earth I've been to, clearly. Is this healing touch a common thing in the States, then? [ Clearly a joke (good luck on whether that matters in Cas's case), and an assumption based on the accent. ]

[gained_a_level]

No, it is not common. [ Satisfied with his answer, the angel nods and returns his attention on Flynn. But if you think that was funny, Flynn, wait 'til you get a load of this: ]

...I'm an angel of the Lord.