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[When the NV turns on, it's clearly by accident; or, at the least, not intended to be on quite yet. It's aimed incorrectly as he presses buttons on it, giving glimpse of his shoulder and then the ceiling and then a blue eye, enough for people who have spoken to or encountered him to recognize who he is. Then he finally gets the filter in place.]

[Filtered to safe list*]

[This time the transmission is on purpose, focused on his face, and he looks... A little nervous. Definitely unsure of himself, and his voice is softer than usual when he speaks.]

I'm told... I'm told you all knew me, before.

[Another small pause. To anyone who might recognize it as such, he's in a spare room in Mary's apartment.]

I don't remember anything before arriving here a few days ago. I don't want to remember. But if we were friends, then I thought I should at least let you know that I'm here.

[He seems to consider saying something else, but finally just shuts off the feed. He's too confused to put into words what he wants to say.]

[*The list includes Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Gabriel, Meg, Jo Harvelle, Jinx, Christina Nickson, and Syrena.]

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[Really. Really. R E A L L Y.]

Well. Look who is back from the dead.

Edited (HTML. HOW DOES IT WORK.) 2012-12-11 10:00 (UTC)

[He checks the name, and this is... Not someone on his list. He messed something up, clearly, and combined with the comment he's more than a little wary when he responds.]

So it seems.

[He's heard about people dying and coming back here, so it hadn't been difficult to guess that might've been what happened to him, considering how he'd looked. But this person doesn't seem to be pleased.]

Remember when I told you that speaking to certain people was a bad idea.

[Evenly.]

This counts as a very bad idea.

Why? Who is this?

Someone who very much wants you dead.

Hang up and cease speaking with him.

Oh.

[That's... Not good. The very idea that someone wants him dead is slightly terrifying--what had he done to deserve that?--but he doesn't ask why.]

I will... Alright.

[What else can he do but agree to that?]

[ -- ugh. He looks scared. Look what you did, Crowley.]

You didn't do anything wrong, kitten, Raphael is just a --

[Well.]

-- sadomasochistic jackass that likes to push around the little people.

[He seems just faintly reassured by that he didn't do anything wrong, but still more than a little nervous as he goes over this in his head.]

Will he come after me?

[Despite being afraid of it, there's almost a resigned tone to the idea, and it surprises himself.]

No, of course not.

[It's said dismissively, though his fingers ghost over his NV to keep an eye on Raphael's conversation.]

If you like, I'll show you how to keep him away.

[Which gives Crowley a special kind of delight, because "teaching" Castiel a series of wards he probably invented himself is somewhat hysterical.]

[He's reassured a little more, and nods.]

Yes. I would like to learn.

Then it's a date.

[It's said silkily, the tiniest twitch of a grin appearing, amused.]

[ -- and then he remembers Castiel has amnesia.]

When will your door be open, then, for our little drawing session?

[He brushes off the date comment as a turn of phrase, and nothing more.]

I will have to speak with Mary about having someone visit, but likely within a few days.

[If Mary's okay with that, anyway. He doesn't want to presume.]

You have my number.

[There's a slight pause.]

Or you could come to my home.

[x,y]

I don't know how to get there.

[And he's a little afraid of venturing out to the house of someone he doesn't really know. Even though that's... Everyone.]

That's why I gave you coordinates, darling. Follow your map.

[As patiently as Crowley can manage, which is... downright patronizing.]

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[Raphael tilts his head, attempting to local Castiel.]

You don't remember.

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[The room is nondescript, but if he's familiar with it, it's definitely a newcomer apartment. Mary's, in specific.

Crowley told him to hang up, but despite his fear he can't help but ask a question.]

I don't.

Why do you want me dead?

[He's been inside the newcomer apartments and the rest he can guess.]

How convenient for you.

Being as you do not remember, I will not be so unmerciful as to explain it - or expect you to understand. I won't seek you out to harm you.

[Until Castiel remembers. Then he might put his head through a wall or several.]

[He shifts a little subconsciously, nervous; having no memory and being told by someone that you've done something that makes them want to kill you isn't pleasant, even if Raphael says he won't and Crowley says Castiel wasn't to blame for whatever happened.

He gives a small shaken nod, and cuts the feed.]

Leave him alone, Ru Paul.

[It's said boredly.]

Sashay away.

Crowley, while I may tolerate your continued existence at Michael's request, interfere when it comes to my family, or my interests, and I will give you a very good lesson as to just how unimaginative Lucifer and the rest of your pathetic lot are.

[Completely evenly, calmly.]

You are speaking to someone that has very little left to lose.

[It's said quietly.]

You will leave him alone or I will kill you. Don't test my patience, rat, or my mercy.

You seem to keep mistaking me for someone who will be impressed by your swaggering Crowley. I do not now, nor will I ever, take orders from you. I'm willing to ignore your existence, count it as a blessing and go away.

You misunderstand my swagger for a promise, you pilfering bilge rat.

[It's cold.]

If you go near him, I will shred your Grace into tiny ribbons and package my Christmas presents with it.

Cheers.

[And he cuts the feed.]

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