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[roadkills]

[It isn't his laptop, but he manages to figure out the basics in short order. So have a patented pair of Sam Winchester's puppy dog eyes staring at the screen.]

Uh - hey. I'm not sure if anyone else out there can really hear me. To tell you the truth, I'm still not convinced that any of this is real.

[Sure, he's seen more than his share of strange things. But his dreams have been equally bizarre. He's sort of hoping for the latter.]

I'm looking for someone. His name is Dean.

[Or maybe he's under an alias. But he really doesn't feel like covering the list that ranges from "Dr. James Hetfield" to "Sigfried Houdini"]

He's got brown hair, brown leather jacket, hazel eyes - I think. Anyway, if anyone can hear me, and they see him, tell him...tell him that his brother is looking for him.

And that I'm sorry.

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[gained_a_level]

It... does not look good... for me.

[ That guilty expression says it all -- He isn't eager to admit his misgivings, just like anyone else wouldn't want to reveal how they royally, utterly fucked everything up. ]

...I'm sorry, Sam. I never intended for any harm to come to you.

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[roadkills]

Castiel.

[He isn't sure what to say to that at first. But Castiel's words, the look on his face...]

Do you wanna talk about it?

action; I apologize for him being the blunt, one-word-answer type :(

[gained_a_level]

[ Castiel's brow creases with sympathy or concern, perhaps a mixture of both. ]

No.

[ Doesn't beat around the bush, does he? ]

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[roadkills]

[Sam looks at him for a second longer before snorting.]

You sound like Dean right now.

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[gained_a_level]

[ Castiel's brows lift, not sure if this is a compliment or not. Either way, he looks... vaguely flattered by it. ]

...I suppose you are waiting for his arrival? He is meeting you here, is he not?

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[roadkills]

Yeah, I'm expecting him any minute.

[Sam's expression turns serious, concerned.]

How is he, Cas? Really.

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[gained_a_level]

Surprised to see so many familiar faces, I imagine.

Your friend, Jo... the demon Meg, whose shape she now possesses would be unfamiliar to you, as I recall... and of course there's you and your father.

[ But it's true -- Dean is doing remarkably well, considering everything. ]

He should be arriving soon, perhaps I should leave you to catch up.

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[roadkills]

Yeah, it's some reunion.

[Naturally, one of those things is not like the other. Sam looks at him a moment longer before nodding.]

Yeah. I'll catch up with you later.