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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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[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.]

I know that, but...

[He trails off, because it's stupid, but he has no idea how long a walk it is and he doesn't know how to use a bus, or call a taxi, and the very concepts are terrifying to try to figure out at the moment.]

Gather your courage, angelcake.

[It's said dryly, though his eyes flicker slightly with some unknown emotion at Castiel's hesitance, his fearfulness. Castiel has been many things at Crowley, but afraid has never been one of them.]

[He seems to think about it for a few moments, but he's already going stir-crazy staying in Mary's apartment, and he should learn to go out and do things. Surely Mary doesn't want him around constantly, and this way he could at least run errands for her and such.

Finally, he gives a firm nod.]

Alright. In a few days.

[To give him a chance to figure out how to do everything, and maybe get some money to do so.]

Call me when you're ready, I'll send my car.

[With the tiniest twitch of his lips.]

As a token of my appreciation.

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