7x17 spoilers

[to_rebel]

I would be most appreciative if you would stop thinking about this... "canon update." [Yes. Air quotes.] I would rather stay powerless. I believe that I'm doing fine. [Pause] Sam will be returned soon; the fact that Dean isn't in the Underworld now is most likely a blessing for all involved. I said that I'm fine, your preoccupation with an "update" notwithstanding.

[[ooc; spoilers for 7x17 more than likely in the comments, too. Yes, I'm band-wagoning for the first time in my life. Castiel's current canon point is 5x13, with over a year of in-game development behind him.]]

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[grace_optional]

Oh hell. Not you too. [Yes, that would be your sister quietly flipping her shit at the mere suggestion.] I'm starting to think these muns apprenticed under Alistair.

[to_rebel]

Starting? [Pardon him if he's just a little huffy about it all. Starting. Really? He had that figured out long ago.]

[grace_optional]

[Sigh. She can't really blame him.] Has yours got a plan for...well, fixing things? [The Underworld is really no place for anyone who's got visions of Lucifer dancing in their head. Of course, the Underworld is really no place for anyone, period.]

[to_rebel]

[He wilts a little. His mun does have plans for fixing things and he can't really fault her for at least thinking that much of this thing through.] Apparently, I am friends with rather powerful psychics. [A pause.] My mun still wants to "play" with it and I'm not comforted by her cackling over a re-introduction to the Underworld.

[grace_optional]

Ugh. [She winces, muttering] I hate when they do that.

Hey... [She touches his shoulder briefly] You do have a lot of friends there. Whatever she decides to do, we'll get you through it. Promise.

[to_rebel]

I think her decision is made. [He sighs a little at the touch.] I am not looking forward to this, whenever she decides to do it.

[grace_optional]

Well, if it's any consolation at all, you're not the only one. [She rolls her eyes back toward headspace.] That one's had a Sword of Damocles hanging over his head ever since the episode aired.

Hm. [Speaking of headspace...Anna quirks an odd little half-smile and rises.] I'll be right back, okay?

[She retreats into the mun's brain, and shortly there comes a series of crashes, thumps, and imprecations vaguely reminiscent of someone being mugged. In Gaelic.]

[Anna comes back out looking self-satisfied and carrying a bottle of Craig and a pair of glasses, which she sets down and fills.] I knew he had to be good for something...

[to_rebel]

[Castiel waits patiently; Anna can do whatever she wishes in that headspace of hers and he won't ever say any differently. Especially when she's bringing back alcohol that used to be in a certain demon's possession.] Thank you.

[He takes the glass and downs the shot. He needed that.]

[grace_optional]

[It's a pity said demon isn't given to stocking tequila, but at least he has good taste in Scotch. She tosses back her own, fills them again, and sets the bottle where Cas can reach it easily.] Well. There's a silver lining, I suppose. You'll get a battery recharge out of the deal. [Which, apart from the added durability he really could use, may turn out to be very helpful to their little contingent, seeing as her own 'charge' is slowly but inexorably running out and any sort of update is highly unlikely.]

[to_rebel]

[He toys with the glass for a moment before half-nodding.] I'm not sure it's worth the price. I've done all right without it. [Well. 'All right' being relative. He downs the second shot and refills the glass. This one he just holds in his hands.]

[grace_optional]

[Softly] Actually, considering the crash course in humanity you've had under such harsh conditions, I'd say you've done exceptionally well. And what she's got in mind? Not something I'd wish on you or anyone in a million years, no matter what perks might come attached. Still. [Toying with her own glass] I would sleep better, metaphorically speaking, knowing you had more than a good blade between you and what's out there.

[to_rebel]

[He shrugs one shoulder, silent for a long moment. He doesn't drink the shot, but he does seem captivated by the liquid. He's not really seeing it; it's just something to focus on.] I have a shotgun. [And a handgun, but that's beside the point. So's the shotgun, for that matter.]

[grace_optional]

[She glances up, and a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.] Kinda grows on you, doesn't it? Being human.

[to_rebel]

[Pause] It is, perhaps, not quite as bad as it could be. [But even so, there are times he desperately wishes he had access to at least something to better help them survive.]

[grace_optional]

I'll still make you PBJ's after you come back.

[to_rebel]

I would like that. [In fact, he would like to continue working at the Roadhouse, no matter what happens. He likes it.]

[grace_optional]

[That could prove challenging, at least for a while. But if there's a way to work it out so that he can, they will.] If you think of anything else you want the rest of us to do or know before it happens, speak up, okay?

[to_rebel]

She can think of a few things. [The way he says it perhaps tells Anna all she needs to know: the mun may want to play around with a few things, but Castiel feels some things are better off left secret.]

[grace_optional]

...ah. Well. The muns'll do what the muns will do. [Pause] Mine says she'll poke yours about letting some good things happen for a change.

[to_rebel]

That would be a change. [Mun would like to point out that that's not entirely fair, Cas. Some things are just beyond this mun's control.]