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[decadency]

Even that ninth grade history text book you stole from your Catholic high school told you that the crusades ended badly.

I'm not doing it. Dean is unable.

So, uh. I rebel.

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[ginormotron]

[blinkblink. Brow furrow. Sam looks off to the side as if he's expecting to find someone there providing an explanation, but no such luck.]

Cas? Uh. You look, uh. [different? Strung out and unshaven? Like shit? How to put this tactfully? Sam goes for opting out entirely.] Crusades?

[decadency]

[ . . .Sam? He hasn't seen you—as you—in years. ]

You're not Lucifer. Not yet anyway. [ It's weird. ] When are you from?

[ginormotron]

I'm not-- [Have a mildly offended look for that.] That's a hell of a hello. No, I'm not Lucifer and I'm not planning on being Lucifer any time soon.

[He's a little peevish on that subject after having met Lucifer wearing his body like a bad leisure suit. And great, is this that time travel thing again? He regards Cas a little warily.]

2009. World hasn't ended yet; we're trying to keep it that way.

[decadency]

[ Tact is for people who have patience. Or understand tact.

But 2009. Okay. He did this with Dean. ]

I met Dean. Your Dean. From your year. I'm, uh—my year is 2014. And you succumbed to Lucifer and lost us the war.

[ Just so they both know how things stand. ]

[ginormotron]

You what?

[Ok, Dean did not tell him about that. He is so grilling him later. And then what Cas says next sinks in, and Sam scowls, jaw clenching. But Cas isn't accusing him of anything, he's just saying, so Sam reigns in the impulse to snap.]

Right. And that's-- what happened to you?

((OOC: Also here is Chuck! http://dear-mun.dreamwidth.org/4753684.html))

[decadency]

[ Nope. There's no judgement there. He is just saying. You said yes and then everything got all fucked up. He considers the question for a moment and then sighs. ]

Life.

Mortality. Morality. Whatever. [ It doesn't matter. He waves off the question. ] The Gay Science. [ Smile. He can make references too now! ]

[whatrhymeswith]

Unable. [You're making it sound like he can't get it up. Thanks for broadcasting that, Cas. Not that it's true.] Should I ask?

[decadency]

[ Facial shrug. ]

Or unwilling.

[ Either way. He doesn't see that they need to discuss it. ]

[whatrhymeswith]

[Okay, so it's not about sex. Also, you don't look like his version of you. Or, well. You do. You look like a much earlier version of his version of you. Man, time travel. Not nearly as much fun as Star Trek made it look like. He'll cross his arms and frown at you.]

To do what?

[decadency]

[ Laughing. Oh Dean. ]

I'm, uh, going to talk about feelings now. Just so you know.

[whatrhymeswith]

[Blink blink. Eyebrow raise. Fine, feelings. . . . you're not saying anything.]

Okay, feelings. [Slightly impatient nod, and a handwave.] Go.

[decadency]

She wants me to embark on a romantic—and I assume sexual, given commonly held notions of "romance" [ Finger quotes. Can you tell that he finds this a ridiculous subject? Because he finds this a ridiculous subject. ]—relationship with you.

[ Pause. ]

So there's that.

[exorcizamus]

You did try, though. Both of you.

[ His lip curls. Because that went so well. ]

zomg Samifer ♥

[decadency]

Lucifer.

[ You're no fun to troll, Lucifer. You're just creepy as fuck and depressing. ]

:'D

[exorcizamus]

Castiel. I'm surprised to see you. Alive, that is.

[ Oh, get outta here. It's not like he stepped on your neck. ]

[decadency]

[ . . . you're surprised? Okay, so. ]

It wasn't you.

[ Raphael told him, long, long ago, that God was dead and rebel angels suddenly turning up whole and hale sounded more like the devil's work. Same thing happened this time. He died. But then not really. But if you're surprised than it wasn't you who brought him back.






. . .Right? ]

[exorcizamus]

[ Sigh. He regards the other angel with a sort of half-smile. Forever the younger brother, Castiel. ]

No. It wasn't. [ Must he explain the meta-world to you? ]

I'm sure you're relieved. You and the Winchesters can have all the little misadventures you want... that is, until reality sets back in.

[decadency]

[ He doesn't need anything explained to him. Don't you dare. He would attack you if he thought it would do any good. ]

Reality? [ Smirk, and then he swallows. He's dead in reality most likely. Even if he's not, it's not any kind of reality to go back to. ] What about Sam?

[ Is he alive? Is his brain a pile of mush? He's paid attention to the thing you can learn through the multiverse; he knows Sam overpowered you once. Maybe Sam is still alive in there. Maybe he can do it again. ]

[faithy]

Good for you. Rules were made to be broken.

[betterthisway]

Again? You should stop.

[decadency]

[ Woah. It's him.

But not.

How dickish is it to troll yourself? ]

I feel confident in my abilities to make good life choices.

[ This is an utter lie. Because rebelling the first time worked out great. But, well. ]

Hello, angel.

[betterthisway]

Don't. You. That, is, I. We. Nothing good comes of that.

[Castiel fidgets, mind slipsliding over jagged edges and tumbling away.]

Hello, might-have-been.

[decadency]

[ Oh hey. So you're twitchy. Twitchy is not a good look on them. He smiles, helpless. ]

Nothing good, uh, comes of much.

[ You get that, right? Just. Every choice they have ever made has been wrong. Useless. He's useless. ]

When are you from?

[betterthisway]

2012. And you?

[He can't remember being like this. Is this his future? Is that better or worse than the psych ward and hallucinations and feeling broken?]

[decadency]

2014.

[ Pause. ]

But you're not me. Not directly. It was different you. You're still, uh—. [ An angel. Whole. Never mind. ] Where's Heaven? What happened? What's become of, uh, the Winchesters?

[ And really he means Dean. Sam is important but Sam isn't Dean. Do you know Dean? You must know Dean. ]