lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies | voice

[rehymenator]

[The square is busy with the usual fare; the hum of a normal Friday night crowd the first thing that can be heard over Castiel's device. Water splashes as he moves through it, kneeling down toward the center before beginning to chant -- at first just a murmur and then growing a little louder.]

--zacare ca od zamran! Odo cicle qaa! Zorge, lap zirdo noco mad...

[His blood starts to fill the pool from the cut in his hand and he slumps down a little bit, obviously straining to achieve some purpose. He's silent and still for a long moment before lifting his head again, eyes to the sky.]

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Searching all over the city for one wayward angel? Yes that would be Dean. By the time it finally occurs to him to look at the fountain he's pissed which is actually a cover for being worried. He finally sees the angel in the fountain and that worry mounts because he's slumped over a bit.]

God Dammit Cas

[Because he can't be unoffensive]

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[rehymenator]

[Castiel just grunts in response, and if he was inclined he might as well be rolling his eyes at Dean.]

He can't hear you from here, Dean.

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean stalks over to Castiel but refuses--at the moment--to get in the fountain]

Yeah 'cause that's stopped me before.

[Action]

[rehymenator]

[He settles for leveling a dry look at Dean before struggling to his feet and hobbling back to the edge.]

I always thought hearing you was the point of insulting Him.

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean sighs and watches Castiel. His statement is rhetorical. He's smelled enough whiskey and taken care of enough drunks to know he's right]

The point is not to give a fuck.

You're drunk. Come on, I'll take you back to the apartment.

[Action]

[rehymenator]

Something I'm not sure I'll ever understand.

I'm not drunk. You're drunk. [But he's allowing himself to be led back, at least. Friends don't let friends drink and BAMF.]

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Sure you're not. [This is accompanied by a smirk. Dean's glad to get him out of the fountain]

If you don't give a fuck then no one is in charge of what you do except you. You take responsibility for all your own shit and if you fuck it up, it was your fault. No one else's but at the same time, when you do something good, that was all you too.

[Action]

[rehymenator]

That's deep.

[Cynical angel is cynical. Also drunkish and loose-lipped.]

At least it also ensures you don't make any new attachments. I think I like that part, actually.

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah well...that's the part you're not supposed to like [Dean says this bitterly. He's not sure he likes this change in Cas either. It's too much like Sam is Lucifer Cas.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Castiel... what are you doing?

[rehymenator]

Trying to go home. Or...see home.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

It doesn't... you can't go home that way. You can see things sometimes, but you can't get home.

[rehymenator]

Yeah, well. It didn't work anyway.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I kinda noticed that. Just didn't want you to... try another spell or something.

[rehymenator]

I can't make any promises.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Well, tell me first? So I can help? If something backfires you should have someone on-hand. No reason you have to try these things alone.

[rehymenator]

You'd help. [Clearly this is not something he'd considered.]

idek...

[deadly_legacy]

Noco mad? [She doesn't recognize this language. That doesn't usually happen here.]

sooo late i apologize

[rehymenator]

[He stares for a moment, before correcting her. He might be belligerently drunk.] Noco mad.

It's okay!

[deadly_legacy]

...Oh, I see.

Do you speak Britannian?

[rehymenator]

I don't think so. Do you?

[deadly_legacy]

I do. [Fancy for English.] I was just surprised I couldn't understand you before.

[rehymenator]

The language is rare. Not many know it.

[deadly_legacy]

[She would be so worried if she could see the blood, but as it is, she's more curious.] Oh, I see. It was...pretty.

[rehymenator]

It's the language of my kind. Very powerful if used correctly. Except here, it seems.