Run Awaaaaaaaay

[fiddleofgold]

Hmm, well, this is different. White, grey, dull, dull, dull...at least the cage had better scenery.

Hey you, "Mun"! I see you, you might as well just come out. Oh, trying to hide? Room for improvement, but it's a start at least. And if I can't get out of here, neither can you!

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[freckleswasmean]

Eww.. the cage had better scenery.. Tsk...

Can I play with your mun-thing? Maybe I can fix that.

[fiddleofgold]

I'm not saying the cage was great, and after thousands of years this is at least a change, but it could be more...occupied.

Be my guest. Maybe you can prompt it to do something, even if I've only seen it scuttle around in corners. Try to leave it in one piece, though. There doesn't seem to be much else around here.

[freckleswasmean]

I would hardly believe you would. However, more company is not always...as welcome as you might like.

I can keep it in one piece, but it might be missing few of the smaller pieces.

[fiddleofgold]

You know, you have a point there. Drop ins just never stick to the plan. But they do keep things interesting.

Keep track of the parts would you? It seems to have brought me here and I'd hate to get stuck because it lost the piece for that.
Come to think of it, how are you here? Last I knew you were all set to break me out of the cage, and, hey, here I am.

[freckleswasmean]

That they do, you won't believe who wound up hanging out up here in my mun's head with me. Alastair.

I can do that. Neatly labeled and in little boxes. [Grin that immediately falters. Her head tilts and she looks at him thoughtfully looks at him for a long moment.] I assumed that you brought me here...

[fiddleofgold]

Ahhh, Alastair. Always seemed to take such...pride in his work.

[Looks contemplatively around.] Not really my sort of place. Little bit short on the hell-on-earth festivities. Doesn't feel like a cage though.

[freckleswasmean]

He does tend to get a bit hyper-focused. But pride is ever his biggest sin.

It's certainly not the cage. If it is, then I'm nothing more than a hallucination. I don't feel like a hallucination.

[team_freewill]

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

[fiddleofgold]

Ask for company, and it shows up.

Come on over, grab a...there we go, grab a chair. Get yourself captured by anyone interesting lately? No, it's gotta be Sam this time. Shouldn't you be watching him?

[team_freewill]

[Still standing, yep. Also: gun.]

We put you back.

[fiddleofgold]

[Whatever makes you comfortable. Luci's taking a seat, unconcerned]

So you did. Used Sam to do it, too.

Sorry. Cage leaked. All this going in and out punched it full of holes.

[team_freewill]

[Luci? What are you, six?]

Bullshit.

We got the rings--we made a deal with freaking Death.

Sam beat you.

[That couldn't have been for nothing.]

[fiddleofgold]

[Just counting time in your brother's head? Try 1]

I wouldn't say he beat me. After all, he ended up down there too, made it much more entertaining. Gave me something to vent all my frustrations on.

Though I have to give it to you, it was a great plan. Would've worked. At least until your little angel poking around. But for him to get in and out again? Left me a back door. I just had to find it.

[Haven't you picked up on it? Nothing gets better in your life.]

[team_freewill]

[It was more the whole millions of years before that Dean had in mind. But hey, your version does explain the tantrums.]

You son of a... [Words trail off, grip clenching around the weapon. It would really be nice if he thought it would. Say. Do anything.]

Then we'll send you back. We-- [Wait.]

What backdoor?

[fiddleofgold]

And send Sam back down with me? It'd be just like old times, him and me. We could catch up. You could even come down with, get the family together again.

Come on, Dean. It's an angel-proof cage. An angel got your brother out. How did you think he did it? Even you would've noticed the front door opening.