sirenspull | third hunt ⇝ video

[When the feed flickers on Dean's figuring out how to angle it right over his shoulders so it's not too close or too far from him when he starts talking. The whole video thing's still new to him, and he's not sure how to turn it off half the time when he's talking to someone on it.

For a split second you get the image of a folded up assless hospital gown, Mary's apartment and the subtle sigils on the wall, then it's on him.

His hair is still wet from a shower and he's in a black t-shirt and jeans, the amulet looks like nothing but a small flicker of gold before he's got the receiver positioned upright.]

For those of you just joinin' us death's not permanent here. [He should've figured that out when it came to his dad but he just figured that it'd take a lot more than a bullet to the brain to kill him. He had to go out swinging.

Dean just looks tired. He's in nowhere near the same amount of pain as he was in before croaking but he's still riding some out. Not as pale but irritated and not doing a very good job of hiding it. He shrugs.] Doesn't mean you should go Berserker but I thought some of you could use the intel.

[Dean's about to turn off the feed when it hits him.] Anyone know what day of the week it is?

[TFW filter. Including all friends. None of the enemies. Screw you Meg, Crowley, Ruby, Zachy, and the rest.]

Sorry I checked out.

I feel like I got hit by a freight train and then Sam got some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me.

[Forget that both have sort of happened. He's not gonna go into how literal that metaphor is.]

Anyway, not sure how long I've been gone but at least I'm not some creepy night monster.

[Willow Rosenberg]

How 'bout that beer?

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Exacerbates? Really? You're like a holy dictionary of awkward.

[Dean just rolls his shoulder and sighs.] But that explains a lot.

There was nothing awkward about that description. It was concise.

[So there. But he nods, just slightly, at Dean's last comment.]

Forgiveness, whether from someone you feel guilt towards or yourself, lessens the symptoms.

I meant that you're awkward in general... never mind.

[You never get any of his jokes. That hurts.]

Speakin' of how're you feeling?

[He tries but your jokes are confusing. 8|

He's quiet at the question, considering it for a moment.]

I did not die, and am no longer comatose.

[So he's doing pretty good; better than before, at least. And he's just faintly pleased Dean cared to ask.]

Good. That's good.

[He's not going to ask why he was comatose. He knows better than to jinx it.]

Yes.

[A pause, and then something less good.]

I haven't heard from Sam in some time.

Why not use your angel scope t'figure out what's keepin' him?

[He better not be cutting himself off because of what happened. It could've happened to anyone not just him and the last thing he needs is to have to reassure him again that it's not his fault.]

He's hidden from me, Dean.

[He could just pop in on where Sam lives, but he doubts Sam would appreciate it and Castiel doesn't feel that great yet either.]

Oh right. [The Enochian on their ribs. That was still pretty new but it was enough to derail him for a few minutes.] Those were some pretty badass x-rays.

They serve their purpose.

[But sigils are the one place that Castiel lets himself interject some artistry, and he did so for those.]

However, you should note that a prayer to any angel will allow them to find you, despite the warding.

Thanks for the tip.

[Dean appreciates it but the Sam thing is eating at him so he isn't in the conversation as much as he could be.]

[Castiel seems to actually understand, for once.]

We should try to contact him.

I'll leave him a message and let you know if he gets back. If that fails, I might send you to invade his space anyway. If he comes in swingin'... well, I'll make it up to you.

[He goes quiet for a moment, at that; he knows Dean doesn't mean it literally, at least for the most part, but he can't help be reminded briefly of last time Sam did 'come in swinging'.

He shook it off though, and nodded slightly.]

Alright.

I'll leave you a message when I get wind. Feel better, man.

And you.

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