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wentdowntogeorgia) wrote2014-10-27 10:22 am
wentdowntogeorgia) wrote2014-10-27 10:22 am
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2. What's your deal with Sally?
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[He's ignoring that second part for now, because Angels Being Stupid is more important.]
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Every time he gets self-pitying he turns into an jerk.
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He won't let me help, and I know I can.
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Re: text.
[Daddammit, Castiel, you're of zero use to him dead.]
He may be exaggerating. There isn't much that can outright kill an angel.
[And if he's going on drinking binges, clearly the Winchesters have been rubbing off on him. Their sense of melodrama may have rubbed off, too.]
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I wasn't really supposed to tell you about this.
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It's very Winchester of him, and also very unhelpful. You're right to tell me, when out of anyone aboard, I may know what's wrong with him and how to fix it.
[Yes, Sera, tell Satan about everything. He'd like that.]
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I told Dean, but then, he'll just side with him-
What do you think is wrong with him? I can still hear the music of him, I don't understand how he can be dying.
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The question is academic until there's a diagnosis, anyway.
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I don't know. Sometimes I can do things. With my voice. But it's not-
I fixed a boy once. He was crazy, and he heard me scream, and then he wasn't. But I killed something, too. Castiel won't talk to me about it.
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If you can't control it, it would be my professional opinion for you to refrain from trying to use it to fix Castiel. At the very least, leave it for a last resort. I'm not entirely sure how your voice could affect us in the first place, nevertheless if you used it incorrectly.
[Please leave angel fixing to the professionals.]
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You didn't answer my question about Sally.
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[He simply chooses not to correct her. It's more interesting that way.]
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[Pot, meet kettle.]
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You said she hates you for something stupid. What is it?
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angel radio. backdated to near the start of the plot
[there's nothing else sent at first. he's still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he finally feels more whole. that, even though he knows where that power had come from, he had still chosen to take those souls for himself. (it was wrong. he knows that. but--)]
Did you leave them for me? I need to know.
angel radio
[Castiel, what did you do and how stupid was it.]
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The souls. You're the only one here who--
It has to have been you.
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[Wow, Castiel, you're really scraping the bottom of the barrel, aren't you?]
I'm not your keeper, Castiel, and I'm certainly not going to spoon-feed you souls so that you can support yourself. If you want my help, you know how to ask for it. But color me all sorts of surprised at your... opportunism. I didn't think you had it in you.
angel radio
[the realization that he's probably saying too much is enough to have him cut off there. he hadn't talked to lucifer about any of this before. hadn't needed to because, family or not, they aren't friends. he had no reason to.]
If that wasn't you, then who? Nobody else here would do something like this.
message received 5/7; post jump
And then the audio cuts out.
Another message, this one a series of numbers, an immense equation.
And then a third message, a final one. This one comes in the form of letters, except that if Lucifer is clever, he can read them as music; it's violin music, written out in letter form, like the kind of music that is taught to beginners. Sometimes the letters cut out, garbled, but someone with a good knowledge of musical theory could piece it together; it's violin piece that's almost five hours long, the beginning the music of the Throne, the song of Seraphim, but then it changes, it evolves into something enormous, majestic, and then-
-and then it winds its way into an apology.
It's an apology. A love letter.
It's a goodbye.]