† THREE [voice] - backdated to about the 16th.

[upstairsbrain]

[ Well, he's taken some time to mull over what Magento told him about his time in the Port: the time he doesn't remember. And thinking it over, trying to reason it out, searching for a shred of memory to explain why he'd done it... nothing like that had worked. So, finally, the younger Winchester comes over the feed, his voice almost jerky, mechanical. To many, it may seem like he's just tired, but to those who know him well... ]

Sorry about being M.I.A. If anyone needs me, I'll be around. I'm taking a sort of--

[ He trails off, and then clears his throat. ]

... Anyway. I'll be back soon.

[Private to Dean Winchester:]
I'm not going to be at home for a few days. Don't tell Mom, alright? I don't want her to worry.

[Private to Castiel:]
Can we talk? In person?

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[video/private]

[failedparenting]

[No. Shit. Not this again.]

Why're you skipping off now?

[Same filter] | Icly late, evening of the 21st

[ofthursday]

[Castiel has had way too much going on this week, and hasn't been checking the network at all until Crowley's return earlier that day. Now he's glancing through his NV again, looking back at what he missed, and oops. He definitely hadn't meant to ignore Sam, even with what happened with Dean.

Which is what he assumes this conversation will be about.]

Of course. Where?

private;

[mulletrock]

Have you met Mom? She's gonna see right through me.

What's gotten into you Sam? Where're you bailing to this time?

video

[therightchoice]

Are you going on a walk?

video/private;

[momchester]

[Oh no. She knew it. She knew that as soon as the wedding was over, the other shoe would drop. But god, she didn't think it would be him.]

Where are you going?

[This distrust is irrational. She knows it. But everything in her is seizing up at the familiarity of it all.]

video/private;

[paterelohim]

Sam?

[It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Chuck only has to hear the roughed tone of his voice for it to click.]

Who told you?