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How do I get in touch with Mr. Sandman to tell him to get out of my freaking head?

[ Good evening, Cape Kore. Dean's been talking to some of his housemates and has put enough together to know that something weird's going on in Dreamland. ]

Whoever's snorting the dream dust, knock it off. And none of you are invited to my head, so keep out.

[ Running around in Charlie's dreams not too long ago was too much like what's going on now, though one weird thing sticks out. Well, weirder. ]

Whose fault is that city made out of rock candy? [ Or crystals. ] Can't you dream up people with faces next time?

perfectantidote

[For the past week, Cas has been holed up in the attic of House 16. As it turns ou, being sucked dry - heh - by an incubus takes quite a lot out of you. Fun as it may have been at the time, that particular part isn't something he's all too hot on repeating. On the upside the near-deah-experience of tumbling with a creature feeding on sexual energy has pretty much answered any and all questions he may have had in regards to asphyxiation with a big fat 'yeah, I don't think so'.

Right now, he's hanging out in the gazebo. Yeah, the very place the other Castiel, the real Castiel, is so very fond of, because Cas here is nothing if not a fan of self-flaggelation and bittersweet irony. Plus, of course, the pretty structure is made more interesting by the memory of dry-humping beneath it.

Good times.

Cas scrunches up his face, thoughts tumbling away from him like water droplets sliding down a window. At least the stuffy cotton kind of feeling is gone from his mind, which leaves him debating the little orange bottle in his pocket. Gotta stretch it out though, it's not gonna last forever.

Damn.

Sitting lotus-style, he presses buttons until the video feed clicks on. Yeah, he's still not all that hot on anything that's more technical than a gun, truth be told.]

So my dear, fellow... uh... residents of this lovely little... [He looks around, fishing for words] ... speck of dust somewhere within or without the universe. Not very spiriual, this place, isn't it. What exactly is it that you people... do, all day long, whenever you don't transform into, you know, illustrous monsters and creatures. [Good times, indeed.] As much as all he tension in my place of residence is amusing to watch, downtime can be spent in a number of ways much more, uh... enlightening and relaxing, but I digress. I'm thinking of... well, cleaning my gun, and since I'm actually not attempting to be terribly clever with puns just this once, this means I'll be wildly bored. Come on, humor me a little. [He grins, but his eyes dart away from the camera.] And the, uh, first person who asks why the trench coat is missing gets my thanks for volunteering as a practice target oh so kindly.

enchangement

[ Sometime before dawn the video clicks on, though it might not be terribly obvious at first; a night like this in a place with such little artificial light means that the video begins terribly dark, but eventually it focuses to show the strange constellations in the sky above Cape Kore. ]

Good morning. May God give you a good morning, adios, good bye, vas a Dios, you go with God, so it has always been attributed to higher and distant and foreign powers, that there is no control to be had over our spinning through the 'verse. Trapped on a rock, in a dream, trapped and here we are, back to ourselves.

Worse for wear. Damaged, cracked, broken, missing pieces, missing tunes, missing bones, missing missing missing...

Some of you are new, agitated and angry and odd like all the others. Why are you here? We don't know. How do you go home? We don't know but she can tell you, she can tell you this...

When you go you are taken and when you are taken it is sudden, and when it is sudden it sets the entire axis to spin in the wrong direction.

[ She sighs. A hand moves to blot out some of the stars, fingers spreading a bit to let the light back through, but not all of it. ]

If God is here then God is trapped along with all the other rats in the maze.

Come on new voices. Come on and upheave your suffering, vent your frustrations, scream to the sky. Make noise that we may be able to better identify the new notes, she and I, make noise so that she may be better able to say goodbye when you're gone if she remains.

Announce yourselves, oh friends of mine, that she may feel reassured you haven't gone to dust like the carbon in starts that sits in our very bones, the iron and silver and atoms that are only as close as they will ever be. Nothing ever touches.

Announce yourselves for I am tired and angry and will set my soul to wounded hearts like the anchor and she won't be tracking you all down today. No, not today.

So much happens from sunset to sunrise. So much happens during the day. So much happens in so few hours, a handful of moments and it may be a miracle we haven't set the woods alight.

Why haven't we?!

[ Private to: Steve Rogers ]

Would you like a list? The dead and the missing?

There was a murder and there are several who did not wake in their beds.

[ Private to: Daneel ]

You have been a good friend to Ned. Thank you thank you thank you.

This means you have to keep yourself whole. Do you fight? Can you fight?

godsprophet

--ly shit!

[ The video (which was turned on entirely by accident as he flinched back from the sight before him) is absolutely useless. Chuck takes a step backwards, stumbling and falling to the ground, the feed nothing but blurry motion. When the feed finally does settle, everyone is granted to the sight of trees, grass...

...is that a pool of blood?

The video might not be pointed at Chuck, but it doesn't have to be in order to hear the hysteria and panic in his voice. On some level, he's noticed that the feed has been turned on and proceeds to ramble, because holy shit. ]

I didn't-- I just... I just found her [ At least, he thinks it's a her. ] like this. I didn't...

Oh God.

[ The feed moves once again as Chuck drags both of his hands through his hair. Eventually, voice lased with the panic of someone who is just about to have a very severe panic attack, he asks, ]

Why is there half of a dead body behind the church?

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?

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