On being Homeless with no idea where to go.

[freetobe]

 Hello, Mun. 

I don't understand why you insist I call you by that abbreviation. It hardly resembles your real name. 

However, that is not of import for now. What is of grave importance are the noises you keep making over my predicament. I understand that your inability to make choices is an unfortunate character trait that is not likely to change. But dragging me through "memes" for your "amusement" at my lack of "people skills" hardly seems a suitable solution. I'm an angel of the Lord, not a toy.

Regarding your doubts. Someone has paid for this account. I am aware that you don't think you do me justice, but you do. Have some faith. Even Dean is capable of that much.

I suggest you just find Dean, and maybe Sam, or others I know, and let me join them.

Comments

[wheresthepie]

Cas!

I know a play where ya got me and Sammy.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

My mun would like for me to point out there's one of those and a Jo at the stupid fucking castle she's shoved me in.

[Because he'd rather not point that out. He doesn't care.]

[freetobe]

You don't sound too fond of your situation.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

What was your first clue? I got turned into a pony last week. Now apparently there's a cat running around stealing body parts.

At no point is this a picnic.