Hi, latecomer to the fandom here! Voicetesting this dude.

[notthesharpest]

It's uh...nice to meet you...Mun, was it? Weird name, if you ask me...

But I'm afraid I can't really stick around. See, I have some work I need to do and I have someone I have to keep an eye on. He'll get into some kinda trouble if I leave him alone too long.

[Awkward pause]

Besides, someone promised me beer and hot chicks, and so far, both are missing. What gives?

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[theprisoner]

I'm with you on the "beer and hot chicks" thing. Sure, I'm married, and I've gone long enough without beer anyway, but -- I was promised something when I got dragged into this mess.

[notthesharpest]

What kind of mess?

[theprisoner]

The whole, not being dead anymore, mess.

[swedge]

The beer and hot chicks were last week. Sorry you had to miss it.

[notthesharpest]

Ah. Yeah, you've got a point there.

[notthesharpest]

I feel cheated.

Did anyone say beer and hot chicks?

[rebelrose]

Don't bother. Your "mundane" won't listen to you anyways. They never care about what we want. It's not like our work is that important compared to our muns who sit around and do nothing. At least... that's what my mun does.

[magical_melonhead]

Maybe it was all a ruse to trap you like a fox?

[perfectantidote]

Whoa, Sam in trouble?

I could provide the, uh, beautiful females, though.

[demonhunting]

[...cough]

Little late for that. You're lucky--I wasn't promised anything.

[retrieverchef]

I wasn't promised anything either. And I can't say there've been any perks yet. There's a kid sharing my mun's headspace who seems decent so far. That's the best thing I've got to say about this. I need to get back to work before my team get themselves killed because they've got no one to watch their backs. Not that she'll let me...

[blahblahblahblah]

That's not the weirdest thing about them, believe me.

[ No, seriously. Believe him. ]

[swedge]

Could be worse, though.

[notthesharpest]

I'm not lucky, I've been tricked. And what do you mean I'm late?

[notthesharpest]

He is? I dunno, I haven't seen him.

[notthesharpest]

[He does, he does!]

What do you know that I don't?

[perfectantidote]

Oh. I, uh, well assumed, I guess. What with how Sam is usually the, uh, person whose shoulder you... perch on, as it were.

Sooooo.... how's it going?

[notthesharpest]

That's, uh, a strange way to put it. I'm his brother, not his pet parrot.

I don't know where I am or why I'm here, but I'm not dying, so I'd say I'm pretty good.

[betterthisway]

I, I'm sure I could... arrange for a chicken, Dean. A sandwich maybe... solidarity, you know, given the unique situation that seems to be at hand.

We should get a cat.

[notthesharpest]

[Is that a unicorn? What the hell am I staring at?]

Uhh...yeah, maybe...

[notthesharpest]

Chicks, not chicken. I'm not interested in chickens...a sandwich isn't a bad idea, though.

But what do cats have to do with anything? And do I even know you?

[betterthisway]

You are Dean Winchester, are you not? I mean, I. It's me. Castiel. You can't have forgotten how... how angry you were. I mean. Not that I want you to hold on, to... I think a cat would... balance out the... different species ratio.

Cas, meet season 1 Dean

[notthesharpest]

I am...but I don't remember meeting a Castiel anywhere. You a friend of Dad's or something?

This is so gonna be fun

[betterthisway]

No. I. We are friends. We didn't part friends, of course. But we were. You, uh, refused to let me die a virgin. I pulled you out of Hell. You... gave me a nickname. Not... in that order, actually...

Yes, yes it is

[notthesharpest]

Whoa, hold on. One thing at a time. Start with the 'pulled me out of Hell' thing. Because that never happened...as far as I know.

[perfectantidote]

Eh. It's not like you lack practice dying, despite my best attempts.

[notthesharpest]

Hey, I've come close to dying more than a few times, but that's not my fault.

[Except when it is.]

watch Cas handle the situation perfectly!

[betterthisway]

Of course it did. You sold your soul for Sam's life and I was tasked with getting you out again. And then we saved the world. As far as plans go, it was... was a weak one, even for your standards. Not that Sam was particularly helpful, then.

[notthesharpest]

Saved the world from what? What happened to Sam that made me do that...not that I wouldn't, I would do anything for him, but...I mean, he was fine last time I saw him.

[magical_melonhead]

Maybe? Or maybe your mug scared off all the beauties~

[Jezeus gave a bit of a snigger, he thought himself to be rather funny.]

[notthesharpest]

[He may be terrible at pickup lines, but he likes to think he's handsome enough to get girls.]

Doubt it.

[magical_melonhead]

[He cocks his head to the side to think for a moment.]

Then... Where are the girls?

[notthesharpest]

I don't know, man. Maybe you scared them away.

[blahblahblahblah]

Depends. [ Have a shifty frown. ] How much do you know about the Muns? And the games?

[notthesharpest]

[Don't shifty frown at him. That means bad news.]

That there are more than one and they're pretty harmless. Haven't heard anything about games.

[demonhunting]

Apparently, once you get pulled in, it takes a while before they push you out. And nothing we can do can make it come any earlier, either. I know, I've tried.

[blahblahblahblah]

[ There's always bad news to be had, Dean. ]

Harmless? [ Scrubbing his face with a hand, now. ] ... Not how I'd describe them, but.

The games. [ Pauuuuse. ] Well... some are better than others. Less chaotic. But, others...

I'm amused at Sam's username, by the way.

[notthesharpest]

[That's because the universe enjoys screwing with the Winchesters, Sammy. Possibly multiple universes.]

Sooo...you're saying I should watch my back?

Ahaha, thank you. 8D He's not as big of a fan.

[blahblahblahblah]

[ Truer words have never been spoken. ]

As much as you can. [ Shrug. ] They're hard to reason with, once they've got their mind set on something.

[betterthisway]

Drinking demon blood. Difficult times. There was... a lot of yelling involved. Unpleasant. You should just not sell your soul. Save everyone a lot of trouble.

[notthesharpest]

I uh.

Sure. I can try that. No soul-selling. Even if it's for Sam's sake.

[So he doesn't mean it, but Cas doesn't have to know that.]

Neither is this guy on his

[notthesharpest]

Just like everything we've ever hunted or fought with.

...Not that I'm planning on fighting this Mun-person. Thing. Just. You know what I mean.

[Shrug.]

Sorry Dean >__>;

[magical_melonhead]

Me?

[He laughs.]

I'm sorry, Women generally have a love for magical beasts of the equine variety. Soooo- it's definitely not me.

[betterthisway]

Dean.

[That one word says so much. Don't lie, you should know better, I know you better, you are such a stupid human but I like you anyway, well, sort of, most of the time.]

Naturally!

[blahblahblahblah]

Right. [ Sam sighs. ] And, I talked to Dad here, once... he said we should be hunting them, or at least, researching. But, it's tough to do, since we're... you know. In their heads, or whatever.

[ Unsure!face. ]</small. They're like gods, essentially... though, I guess we've dealt with those before, too.

[notthesharpest]

What?

[No, you're stupid. And apparently on the wrong side of sane, from what Dean can tell.]

[betterthisway]

Dean, I would really like not to pull either of you out of Hell again. [A beat.] I will do it, of course. But I would rather not. I prefer... following bees.