( dean's getting real tired of these damn memory rocks when he happens to find one that contains something that finally feels like breakthrough, like a real lead. it's one thing stumbling on some poor schmuck's memories and then feeling awkward about it because it's not like you asked to go memory diving — but it's an entirely different matter when the memory in question is from melon of the big kahuna herself. this he has no problem watching, or ... experiencing, really and he's sure this is something cas needs to see now. (he'll show sam and jo later, once he understands better what the memory means.)
the only problem is he doesn't exactly know where cas is at the moment and this is the kind of thing dean doesn't want to waste time on, not when he's confined to the use of his own two legs to get anywhere.
so there's a sense of urgency to his prayer, with a slight undertone of excitement. this is it, right? this is how they get out of here. )
Cas, wherever you are, I need you to flap those pretty wings of yours and get here. Now. It's important. I found something — something big, I think, and it's got your name written all over it. ( not. literally, but hopefully that goes without saying. ) Just — get here, okay?
( here being inside the invincible, tucked inconspicuously into a corner table instead of at his usual place at the bar. )
[ Castiel cannot claim to enjoy those times when Dean, through the years of their friendships, has prayed to him and demanded his attention and presence right now for things that on the cosmic scale of things were of very little importance. His first instinct, therefore, is to roll his eyes, even as he already beats his wings.
Just because Dean's prayers can be juvenile doesn't mean Castiel won't always come when called, after all.
He deposits himself in a free seat, eyes narrowed. ]
You've never seen my wings. The compliment, while appreciated, rings hollow as a result. You found something that my name was inscribed upon?
( oh, cas. sweet, weird, dweeby cas. it's only minor exasperation that sours dean's expression, but only for a moment, because cas not picking up on anything is par for the course. he's just a little more used to cas ... having better skills in the communication department. still. )
No, Cas, I didn't — ( he shakes his head. nevermind. he'll get to that in a minute. ) Also, just for the record, you've never offered to show me your wings, so that one's on you, pal. ( take the damn compliment, cas.
he clears his throat, pulling the opal from his jacket pocket. ) Anyway. Spirit bartender over there dropped this in my drink. When I said "on the rocks" I didn't literally mean on the rocks, but I guess it ain't just you who needs to brush up on their colloquialisms.
( he passes the opal to cas, after making sure no one else is looking their way. )
You'll understand as soon as you see what this sucker's got to show.
[ Castiel hesitates, then takes the opal. He's steered clear for a reason... mostly. He can't quite help but find discomfort in engaging in someone else's memory. A strange reservation to have, perhaps, given that he can read memories, but...
Well, his own memory is fraught with gaps and changes.
Still, he takes the opal, lets the memory wash over him, and eventually places the opal back on the table, frowning in thought. ]
I want to find it. The lab.
[ He puts that out there, knows that is why Dean has called him here. Somehow, without voicing the question, it's still included in the words: Will you back me up?
Perhaps not right away, perhaps not without some further preparations. They can take Sam, perhaps Jo, perhaps some other people Castiel knows they can trust. He's itching to see if he couldn't find that research again. ]
The radioactivity might prove problematic. It was still quite present in the dreamscape... And you never asked, by the way.
( dean takes the opal back as soon as cas is done and returns his pocket for safekeeping. he's not about to let anyone else get their grubby hands on it, save for sam and jo. this is something they need to keep between the four of them for now.
but there's something in his eyes, the way they light up at the mention of the lab, that seems to say: we're doing this. at least, once the boys are better armed, because if there's one thing dean has actually paid heed to its cas' warning not to venture out into the woods without decent protection. he may generally have a death wish on most occasions, but he's not an idiot. )
Well, now you're just begging me to ask. ( which he will. eventually. he flashes cas a suggestive smile, but then it's right back to the topic at hand. )
This give you any better idea on how to find it? The lab. Or any idea what the fuck she's doing with nukes?
[ Castiel notices it - of course he does. The eagerness in Dean's eyes, thankfully, doesn't eclipse reason. It's good to know they're on the same page here, that despite him not being the Castiel Dean has grown closer with over the years, they can fall into a pattern together.
Perhaps Castiel doesn't have to be right, just good enough. ]
I don't believe we have knowledge of where the furnace or power station are located. As for the nuclear weapons... I would imagine an attempt to destroy what came through the portal, and the entire island with it.
[ It's not unlike swallowing thousands of monster souls to end a civil war. The ghost of regrettable choices made to save the world from Raphael's zealotry still passes over Castiel's face nevertheless. ]
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the only problem is he doesn't exactly know where cas is at the moment and this is the kind of thing dean doesn't want to waste time on, not when he's confined to the use of his own two legs to get anywhere.
so there's a sense of urgency to his prayer, with a slight undertone of excitement. this is it, right? this is how they get out of here. )
Cas, wherever you are, I need you to flap those pretty wings of yours and get here. Now. It's important. I found something — something big, I think, and it's got your name written all over it. ( not. literally, but hopefully that goes without saying. ) Just — get here, okay?
( here being inside the invincible, tucked inconspicuously into a corner table instead of at his usual place at the bar. )
late but finally here we go
Just because Dean's prayers can be juvenile doesn't mean Castiel won't always come when called, after all.
He deposits himself in a free seat, eyes narrowed. ]
You've never seen my wings. The compliment, while appreciated, rings hollow as a result. You found something that my name was inscribed upon?
[ It did not go without saying. ]
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No, Cas, I didn't — ( he shakes his head. nevermind. he'll get to that in a minute. ) Also, just for the record, you've never offered to show me your wings, so that one's on you, pal. ( take the damn compliment, cas.
he clears his throat, pulling the opal from his jacket pocket. ) Anyway. Spirit bartender over there dropped this in my drink. When I said "on the rocks" I didn't literally mean on the rocks, but I guess it ain't just you who needs to brush up on their colloquialisms.
( he passes the opal to cas, after making sure no one else is looking their way. )
You'll understand as soon as you see what this sucker's got to show.
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Well, his own memory is fraught with gaps and changes.
Still, he takes the opal, lets the memory wash over him, and eventually places the opal back on the table, frowning in thought. ]
I want to find it. The lab.
[ He puts that out there, knows that is why Dean has called him here. Somehow, without voicing the question, it's still included in the words: Will you back me up?
Perhaps not right away, perhaps not without some further preparations. They can take Sam, perhaps Jo, perhaps some other people Castiel knows they can trust. He's itching to see if he couldn't find that research again. ]
The radioactivity might prove problematic. It was still quite present in the dreamscape... And you never asked, by the way.
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but there's something in his eyes, the way they light up at the mention of the lab, that seems to say: we're doing this. at least, once the boys are better armed, because if there's one thing dean has actually paid heed to its cas' warning not to venture out into the woods without decent protection. he may generally have a death wish on most occasions, but he's not an idiot. )
Well, now you're just begging me to ask. ( which he will. eventually. he flashes cas a suggestive smile, but then it's right back to the topic at hand. )
This give you any better idea on how to find it? The lab. Or any idea what the fuck she's doing with nukes?
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Perhaps Castiel doesn't have to be right, just good enough. ]
I don't believe we have knowledge of where the furnace or power station are located. As for the nuclear weapons... I would imagine an attempt to destroy what came through the portal, and the entire island with it.
[ It's not unlike swallowing thousands of monster souls to end a civil war. The ghost of regrettable choices made to save the world from Raphael's zealotry still passes over Castiel's face nevertheless. ]