[Accidental video originating from Sam Winchester's communicator]

[kore_npc]

[The video turns on with a muffled smack. The arm the communicator is attached to appears to be dangling. There are several sets of feet. Behind them lies the prone form of Dean Winchester on the floor of the room.

In the background, there is unintelligible discussion, hushed and anxious.

Someone lifts the arm with the communicator and now there is a clear view of Sam Winchester's face in the low light. In the background, there are a few people in bright white lab coats. They begin to move around him, lifting him carefully from his bed.

The feed goes static and cuts out.]

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[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina comes trotting down the stairs. Today, she's wearing her purple, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the P-shaped brand on her arm. Her tie is loose, unknotted around her neck. She tips her fedora to him.]

I'm starting to get used to people just appearing in my house.

[happytobleed]

[He walks towards her.]

Who else is just appearing? I'm often told it's something I need to stop doing. [Of course, he doesn't listen.]

[primogen_vampirate]

My darling Pendragon. Or Loki. Or whatever his name is.

Kitchen.

[She heads into the kitchen, taking off her hat and tossing it on the counter.]

[happytobleed]

I don't believe I've met him.

[He follows her, items in hand. He'd like to at least keep track of the nonhumans here. He wants to know what is and isn't a danger for him.]

What does he look like?

[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina fiddles with her communicator for a moment, pulling up a video of Gabriel.]

Like that.

[happytobleed]

[He should have known.]

I'll keep my eye out for him. [His voice is flat and unamused, but that might not actually be any different from the rest of the time.

He places the mirror on a counter, but keeps his blade in his hand.] How do we do this?

[primogen_vampirate]

[Fascinating. But on to business.]

This spell is called Eye of the Norn. I've only heard of it, never tried before. Since this boy is apparently in your charge, the spell is going to function around you.

Theoretically, it allows you to see the person you most need to confront at the moment.

[happytobleed]

I see. And they will appear in the mirror if it works?

[He grips his blade tight, a hint of nerves to his movements.]

[primogen_vampirate]

That's the idea, anyway.

[She sighs, irritably.]

I may not be powerful enough to swing it, I'm afraid.

[happytobleed]

I appreciate the effort, Mina.

What do I need to do?

[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina holds out her palm.]

Across the heel, if you please. I need my fingers.

[happytobleed]

[Without an inhuman lack of hesitation, he slides the blade carefully over her skin, keeping the cut shallow.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[If it hurts her at all, she shows no sign of it. She curls her fingers, balling her hand up into a fist. And she begins to recite the words to the spell very softly. In old Norse, of course.]

[happytobleed]

[Castiel watches her blood bead on her skin. He's quiet as she recites. He hadn't expected the Norse, but then it doesn't sound all that alien to him, either. It simple sounds anachronistic. Perhaps this magic will be old enough to overcome the Enochian on Sam's ribs.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[She uncurls her fingers, after a moment, dipping her fingers in her blood and painting a couple of runes on her wrist.

Once she finishes, she steps back.]

Try looking in the mirror.

[happytobleed]

[He leans over the mirror cautiously. It takes a moment and then he sees... himself. It's not a reflection, though. It's the way he'd looked just a few days ago, dirty and with a bushy beard.

His arm twitches and without even thinking about it, he punches the mirror.]

[primogen_vampirate]

Bloody...

What was that?

[happytobleed]

[He straightens, hand already healing, but there are bits of glass around him.]

It didn't work. [He looks around at the glass.] I'm sorry.

[primogen_vampirate]

Wasn't my mirror.

[She folds her arms, tilting her head to one side.]

Having a crisis, dear?

[happytobleed]

Difficult to tell. I think that might have become my normal state of being.

[He bends and begins to gather the glass pieces.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina hops up onto the kitchen counter, perfectly content to let him do all the cleaning.

Absently, she picks at the dried blood on her rings a moment.]

I'm sorry the spell failed. Cruac magic is difficult, under the best of circumstances.

[happytobleed]

[He felt a little guilty lying to her. It had worked, just not the way that he'd wanted it to.]

I appreciate the effort, Mina. If he's here, I will find him. I have accomplished more challenging feats than that.

[He threw the glass shards in the garbage can. He'd nicked himself a few times cleaning, but those now heal, too.]

[primogen_vampirate]

What's so special about him, Castiel?

[happytobleed]

Sam? He's Dean's brother. And my friend. [In that order, because Dean comes before more things, before any individual, including Castiel himself.]

[primogen_vampirate]

And what makes Dean so special.

Don't tell me "he's my friend."

[happytobleed]

[Ah, this is where Castiel runs into a problem. He's been more open with her than most of the humans here, but he's still not sure how open is too open.]

We have been through a lot together, he and I. We have sacrificed much for each other. I suppose calling him my friend might be inadequate.

[primogen_vampirate]

[She nods after a moment. This is something she can quite comprehend.]

I see.

Well. Then we shall just have to find another way to locate your giant.

[happytobleed]

I may just have to start looking for clues the old fashioned way.

If you notice anything peculiar, please let me know.

[primogen_vampirate]

Of course.

[happytobleed]

Thank you.

[And then he's gone.]