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[Look who's just come back to the land of the living. He's disorientated; unable to feel even a fraction of the souls aboard the ship. He wants to put it down to...whatever it was that knocked him out. But he knows this feeling all too well. His limbs are heavy, reactions slow. And above all else, each spread of his wings, each attempt to move himself back to his assigned room, is a failure. It's why he's being forced to make this message, calling for the only person on the ship that he trusts to help him at a time like this.

Unfortunately Batman has no cell signal. So instead-]

...Dean, I need your help.

[A moments pause, and he's levering himself back to his feet, stumbling toward the door. There's a loud thump as the hand holding his device hits the wall.]

Please. It's...important. I think- I may have made a mistake.

[In a quieter voice-]

It wasn't Raphael.

[And then he's out the door, trying to regain his bearings so he can find his way back.]

ooc; ~~/puts this up before she forgets~~ consider this post open to action tags. I know demon!Sherlock has first dibs though >]

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Hey. Are you alright?

Raphael? Like the-- [A pause.] I'm guessing you don't mean the mutant turtle.

Edited (got my vowels the wrong way around) 2012-04-21 16:01 (UTC)

[Her first reaction: Duh. She told him it wasn't an angel. Well, no, she kinda just went along with his explanation, but whatever.

Still, she ends up responding with;]

Are you drunk? You sound sick, dude. Maybe you should sit.

[Instead of stumbling around, they can hear that y'know.]

[There's little else on the ship that could press such a cold weight so deep down in his belly and provoke nausea that won't go away no matter how many deep breaths he takes. But getting a message like this from Cas is one of those things and the second he delays in responding is for two reasons.

Firstly, whatever has Cas talking like this, in that tone, is serious. Second, he takes a moment to switch the channel he's going to reply back with to encrypted. This isn't a conversation he's willing to have in public.]

Tell me where you are, Cas. [There's no 'I freakin' told you so' in his tone, no accusation or disappointment or anything aside from the need to know where the angel is. They can figure this out once he has Cas back in his sights again.]

Do I sound alright to you?

[That comes out a lot harsher than he'd usually like. But right now, he doesn't care.]

I need to find Dean.

As in the Archangel. It wasn't him.

I'm neither drunk nor sick. I just- [Went and fucked up? Ignored the warnings?]

I have to find Dean and explain what happened.

Dean?

[He actually seems relieved to hear Dean's voice now, his footsteps coming to a stop as he choose to instead lean against the nearest wall. It's tiring trying to walk around right now.]

...I'm unfamiliar with this area of the ship.

[Yes, ship. He can't keep denying what's now been made painfully obvious to him.]

So you're telling me there's... biblical stuff going on here as well?

[There's a heavy dose of or are you just insane in her tone.]

What wasn't him?

[Since he's been here, Dean hasn't just spent his time trolling everyone else. He's picked up a few little tips and tricks from some of the smarter people around. There's a pause where he starts to mess around with his device, has to stop to ask a question he thinks he should probably know the answer to: this seems like a bigger wake-up call than either of them were expecting.]

What's the number you got in your arm? The one you woke up with? [The one he's going to try and locate using his own device. As long as Cas hasn't disappeared into parts of the ship Dean wouldn't send his worst enemy to face.]

[Mary's voice takes on a bit of a disapproving tone, almost like a mother scolding a child.]

Well, there's no reason to be rude to someone who's trying to help you. So I'd appreciate it if you dropped the attitude. Now, I haven't met anyone named Dean here yet but if you just calm down I'd be happy to help you find him, alright?

My name's Mary Winchester. Who are you?

[Well. This time he actually pauses, trying to force his senses far enough to pick up on any trace of that soul aboard the ship. But it's a failed attempt thanks to barely having enough energy left to keep himself stood upright.]

You aren't meant to be here.

[Sorry, Mary. You're not getting an explanation just yet. He needs some extra time to try and think up a lie to use.]

Raphael isn't the one responsible for us being here. There is no angelic influence over our situation.

I don't think any of us are-... [There's a pause as she realizes the full implications of what he said. You aren't meant to be here. As in her specifically. How could he possibly know who she is? Maybe this guy is just crazy but for some reason his words send a chill down her spine.]

What do you mean I'm not meant to be here? Who are you?

[There's a rustling sound as he starts trying to pull back his sleeve, remembering at the last moment that it's his other arm. Barely a second later and there's a sudden crash as the device slips from his hand. In the background, Dean may pick up on an angrily huffed dammit, clearly picked up from Dean himself. Yet more rustling and there's a heavy thump. It's easier to just sit on the floor than to try and pick the device back up again.]

003150. [Another pause.] ...I should have listened to you.

Oh. Well that rules out that line of thinking then.

Why were you even considering that?

[What to do. What to do. If Dean were here, he'd know what story to use. But after all he knows he's already said on the network before, there's only so far he can go before it's clear he's lying.

Perhaps it'd be easier to just withhold certain facts.]

My name is Castiel, and whether you believe me or not, I'm an angel of the Lord. You, of all people, don't belong here. You're needed back on Earth.

Heaven will be in chaos, and my brother will likely use it to assume control. Trapping me here means I'm incapable of stopping him.

An angel? There's no- [There's no such thing as angels, is there? Mary has seen her fair share of unbelievable things. Spirits, vampires, werewolves, demons, you name it. But angels? Angels weren't real. Sure, Mary believed in them in the same way one believes in God. But there's a big step between believing in them and having one talk to you over the phone.

Then again, she was also on some sort of space ship that shouldn't even exist. Her line between what is real and what is not was getting pretty blurred.]

But how are you here? If you are an angel, why can't you just leave? [A pause.] And what do you mean I'm needed back on Earth? Why do angels care about me?

[A very long pause.]

I might-- I might be hearing this wrong, but... Are you actually saying that you're an angel?

My duty is here.

[Which isn't technically true. But as long as Dean is here, he doesn't plan on leaving. Doubly so now that Mary has been pulled in to the mess too.]

You are from the same Earth that I'm familiar with. That makes you important.

Correct. And no, I'm not capable of returning you to your home.

[The hindsight is ignored in favor of using his own device to track back where Cas is. The second he's got the angel's location is the moment he double-time half walks and half jogs in the right direction. It's only after a lengthy delay that he speaks again, tone far softer than he's treated anyone else to here.]

You okay?

I'm uninjured-

[Well, physically at least. But it isn't as though Dean can actually do anything to fix what's wrong with him. Nobody can. And while he's stuck so far away from home, he knows that there's no chance of just refuelling and going back to normal.]

-but I'm tired.

I wasn't going to ask that. I'm more interested in knowing if you started believing you were an angel before or after you woke up here.

The same Earth? You mean there's more than one? [Alright. Things were getting even weirder now. She's not even sure she wants to know what he means. So Mary just shakes her head and changes the subject.]

Okay. Let's say I believe you. This duty you're talking about, it has to do with this Dean guy? Is that why you need to find him?

I've known what I am from the moment of my creation.

It's...different. [Technically. Just as long as he sets aside the mother and son connection there.]

Dean is my friend, so I know he'll come to find me.

Right, yeah. Of course you have.

So there's no angel responsible for us being here, but you're here anyway. Somehow.

Correct.

Then how? If you are actually an angel, shouldn't you be... I don't know, beyond the reach of kidnapping spaceships? [A sigh, frustrated.] I don't even know why I'm actually thinking about this.

Clearly not.

[And he feels oh so happy about that.]

I am needed here.

Needed, right. Just what every spaceship needs. A guardian angel.

I am not a guardian angel.

Right. [Mary gives him a look. This guy is being very cryptic but hey, maybe that's just how angels operate.] Where are you anyway?

[A pause.]

That sounds like a sore spot.

I'm...not entirely certain. But he'll find me.

[Because it's definitely not his room. Nor Dean's. Nor anywhere he thinks he's visited before.]

I have a request to make of you.

Angels are warriors.

[... Cupids aside.]

Yeah? [Mary is quiet for a moment. She has no idea what an angel could possibly want from her.] What is it?

While you're here, revert back to your family name. It's for your own safety.

[Winchester's have far too many enemies. Not that Campbell's are much better off, but it makes things easier as far as he's concerned.]

[Alright. Now you really have her on edge. Her words are short and clipped.] Why? What's wrong with Winchester? What do you mean 'my own safety'?

I can't explain it over this. Once Dean's here, he can secure this connection.

Alright... [Mary is reluctant to let the topic drop, even temporarily, but she does.] This Dean, who is he? Besides your friend, that is.

Another hunter.

He comes from a time ahead of your own, but he can be trusted.

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