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[soryshudatoldya]

[Muses of dear_mun, let Sam show you how you handle a mun]

You know what, Mun? You've been whining 'bout my voice for over two months now, and you've never been all that good with it to begin with. So how about you just call it quits - it's the only thing you're good at anyway. The crap you had me pull so far's bad enough, that place doesn't need any more from you. Bet you anythin' it doesn't want you either. 

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[soryshudatoldya]

[Dammit he wishes he could remember that in game so he could ask his Cas what year he's from and find out once and for all if the guy knows them. It sure would explain a lot.]

I'm from 07. How long have we known each other?

[trenchcoat]

[Oh Sam, you and your curious questions. But it's interesting for Castiel to see how Sam once was. The difference 2 years can make among such a short lived species.]

I've known you and your brother for a little over a year now. [Known of them for much much longer, however.]

[soryshudatoldya]

[Well, you know. Dean going to hell was kind of a huge turning point.]

And how long you been huntin'?

[Oh yeah. Guess who has no idea what you are, too.]

[trenchcoat]

[That's a...curious way to phrase the question, but neither brother has ever asked how old he is exactly, so he'll more than happily oblige under the assumption that if Sam knows his name then he knows what he is.]

I have been- [he pauses, it's not too far from the truth, he supposes] 'hunting' since the dawn of time.

[soryshudatoldya]

-- you mean it seems like you've been doing it since the dawn of time?

[This Cas is so completely unlike the Cas he knows it's downright unnerving.]

[trenchcoat]

[Just when he thinks he's nailed a human saying it gets thrown right back in his face. Way to fail, Cas.]

...that as well.

[soryshudatoldya]

[ok...so maybe he's just...really high.]

-- what are you on, man?

[trenchcoat]

[And back to confused frowning he goes.]

I- [seriously] do not understand the question.

[soryshudatoldya]

[either someone give the guy an Oscar or - this is some other world's Cas.]

You know I'm getting the feeling you and the you I met don't come from the same universe.

[trenchcoat]

[Yeah, that explains it.]

Given the nature of this place that is hardly surprising.

[soryshudatoldya]

So what's your story?

[No hugs, no dinner, let's just hop right to it.]

[trenchcoat]

[There were many places he could begin, the most prevalent of which being his time spent with the Winchesters, but all of it would mean nothing without first establishing a decent origin story.]

I am an angel of the Lord. And it was me who raised your brother from Perdition.

[soryshudatoldya]

[He waits for the obvious 'just kidding'.

Oh wait it's not coming? It's because it's implied, right?

No? You're serious?]

-- seriously what are you on?

[trenchcoat]

You do not believe me, [that's okay, he can deal.] Your brother Dean did not at first.

[soryshudatoldya]

That's shocking.

[You're implying that he ends up believing you - he isn't buying that either.]

[trenchcoat]

[Cas looks away, choosing which sources of light to manipulate.

And if Sam is hip to some angel punage, he's about to see just how shocking.

He plays with the lights, bursting several into little explosions overhead. The desired effect being a projection of his impressive wingspan displayed on the wall behind him. ]