001 | 2014!Castiel | [video / action] | Day 60

[perfectantidote]

[Welcome to Cape Kore.

Right. One moment Castiel's head hits the rusty skeleton of a car hard enough to knock you out, bloody-thirsty Croatoans closing in on him with the clear intention to finally end him once and for all, and the next moment he wakes up... here. Could be he's dead and finally has his answer to the question 'where do angels go, actually?', even though he's just barely an angel anymore. Could be this is just dear old Lucifer's next big joke at his expense. What's worse then stuffing the walking husk of his rebellious brother into... whatever this is.

Yeah. Just his luck.

Bleeding from several gashes - none of them lethal, but all of them painful and annoying, as everything about humanity tends to be - Castiel is not inclined to move anytime soon. He's been tossed around by Croats, watched them tear apart everyone else, tense and on edge while waiting to see if he'd feel Dean dying before he was done for, too. No such peace to be had, of course.

So. Instead of blissful darkness, he's here, wherever here is, exactly. Castiel is sitting with his back against an alley wall, legs stretched out. The video clicks on quite by accident thanks to his insistent pressing of buttons - no idea what this thing is supposed to be, but then, technology has always eluded him. When the video flickers on, the Kore residents are treated to a familiar face, although it's much more scruffy, bruised and weary than that of the Castiel the residents should be familiar with. This Castiel has just been in the thick of battle with 'zombies', essentially, and it shows. The good news is that most of the blood on his face and his battered clothes isn't his own.

His smile seems maybe a little misplaced as he pushes himself to his feet - all his thanks go to the wall, it's doing a much better job than him at being stable and solid. The smile helps him bite through the pain and the shaking, though.]

I'm assuming this is... some sort of, uh, communication device, as it were. Hello. Whoever you are, you'll... have to forgive me for a lack of pleasantries.

[The camera wobbles. He needs both hands to check and ready his handgun, the sounds of which should be familiar to most who watch this video - the automatic rifle ran out of bullets long ago and suffered irreparable damage at the hands of a Croat or two. The one thing he wants above all else right now is to toss back a pill and slump back to the ground, let the chemicals wash away everything else. But then, Castiel's just got enough pride left not to roll over for whatever scheme this is. It's not the death Dean sent him to, and therefore he will not lie down and wait for it.]

Clue me in as to... what this is about, if you so please. I'm assuming my dear big brother's allowing himself an oh so uproariously funny jest... So why don't you, uh, let me in on the laughter, hm?

Comments

audio

[servingmichael]

Which big brother Castiel?

[Hey Cas? Can you guess why someone sounds three and is talking to you?]

Voice

[recognize_an_opportunity]

I don't think most people manage pleasantries when they get here.

[A pause.]

You probably got this worked out by now, but you've been kidnapped.

[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina, unfortunately, is still a mermaid. And bored out of her mind. With nothing else to do, she's been watching the network absently. This particular video, however, catches her attention.

She flips on her own feed. She's lying on the dock, a purple and blue tail flipping absently behind her. There's some moderate concern on her face.]

Castiel, darling? Are you all right?

[video]

[afallenstar]

[ She's not really paying much attention honestly, lying on the couch and trying to ignore the headache pounding at her temples. Entirely unwelcome, she's debating whether or not the walk to the pharmacy in the centre of town is worth how bitterly frustrating she finds walking just about anyone, but it's cut short when she hears his voice.

Immediately she sits up, winces hard as the sudden movement sending blood rushing to her head - being a human seriously sucked - and she scrabbles for the communicator. That's Castiel, that's definitely Castiel and he's hurt oh God what's she supposed to do when she can't help him.

The voice though, it's slightly wrong. It's Castiel, no denying that but it sounds...different. When she flicks on the feed it's slightly more wary than it would have been initially, but no less laden with concerned. She is genuinely worried here, if a little confused. ]

What's happened to you? Tell me where you are and I'll come get you.

[ She might not be an angel, but she can clean a wound and offer a flat surface to lie on until he's regained some of his strength. Maybe Chuck and his newfound affinity for lightening bolts can help. Either way, she's already getting up to start the walk out. All she needs is a location. ]

video

[venatical]

[ Dean knows exactly who this is. Actually, it's kind of hilarious. Hippy orgy Cas turns up right when not hippy, but Incubus Cas could use some pointers on having an orgy. Or, you know, not.

It's odd though, seeing this Cas again. He'd unsettled Dean before and he unsettles him now, even if he's seen Cas run the gambit of powered to completely bonkers. This one was maybe the weirdest because... Dean lets him down. That's how he turns out like this. ]

It's you, isn't it? I thought that future didn't happen. I thought me and Sam [ and Cas himself, and Bobby] put a stop to it.

video

[hung_garian]

Yeah, it's a communication device. Same one you've been using for the past, ooh, month or so now?

[So much confusion. Wasn't he just talking to Castiel? Like... just now?]

What's your deal? You get hit on the head or something? Was it an S&M thing? Cause you know, the motto specifically includes the word 'safe', into which category I'm pretty sure amnesia and multiple lacerations definitely do not fall.

[ video - private ]

[noblexcompanion]

[ The problem with currently being a Time Lord is the fact you can practically see time - timelines at least. And there's something about him that's just wrong.

It leaves a bad taste in her mouth and twisted feeling in her gut. ]

You're you. But not you...

... You're Castiel, right?

[ But not the same Castiel she offered to have sex with because he's currently an incubus... At least she really, really hopes not - otherwise he went downhill fast. ]

[ video - private ]

[foundacause]

[ Why is it whenever Meg takes her eyes off her angel for two seconds that Bad Things™ happen to him?

Seriously. Last she saw of him he was sucking her face off before telling her it was a mistake. He was definitely not on death's doorstep.

Sure, she has the angel juice to fix him up, but then with him being an incubus it'll probably do more harm than good.

She is so getting him a leash.

And why are her angel senses tingling? Ugh. Much easier being a demon. ]

Cas?! What happened? Where are you? Who do I need to smite?

Video

[godsprophet]

[Let's bump up the number of people who know exactly who this Castiel is up to two, shall we? Because Chuck knows exactly who this Castiel is. He saw him in Camp Chitaqua, boozed and drugged up, with barely any angelic Grace left. Human for all intents and purposes, and hating every single minute of it.

Determined to stand by Dean no matter what, and loosing his life as a result.

Chuck was just a prophet. He doesn't really have any say in anything that goes on in his visions. He can only watch as the world falls apart around him. And seeing the potential 2014 future had been frightening. It had become even worse when everyone had died.

He was glad, relieved when his future didn't turn out the way that Castiel's had. He hadn't considered that, in an alternate world, Castiel had lived through all that. But seeing Castiel, now, on his feed, that reality hits him hard.]

Castiel?

Are--Are you okay?

[Because, alternate future or not, Castiel does not look okay. He looks the exact opposite of okay.]

[audio]

[tryingitall]

Castiel.

[If Cas remembers what Balthazar's most recent vessel's voice sounds like, he may recognize it. Or maybe not. There's a harsh, raspy undertone now. Angel-turned-Leviathan isn't in a good mood.

He's not in any mental state to question why there's a second Castiel in Kore. Not when this Cas obviously injured (which means he's weak, which means easy prey) and disoriented. He has enough cognizance to deliver a warning, though.]

Whatever you do, stay away from the woods.

[ Video ]

[happytobleed]

[ Castiel looks rough, though perhaps less rough than he had before he'd had a few volunteers help him out. Naturally, he assumes this person to be a shifter. ]

I realize that, like many of us, you have limited control of your new powers, but perhaps you could let people know that you've taken my face by accident and that you're not actually me.

[ He squints at the little device on his wrist. ]

Who are you, anyway?