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"Castiel. Leave a message."

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(wynonna was making her way through hellburbia to make it to hella shorty's for her next shift when she....gets distracted. see, she's been meaning to visit dean's new home but she's been distracted and well...preoccupied with everything else going on this month so when she she sees the motorcycle outside of it she finally wanders her way over there -- not to find her friend, though she'll eventually ask about him, so much as enviously look over the bike.

man she misses her motorcycle.)

You're almost as beautiful as my soulmate back home.

(yes, she is talking to the motorcycle.)

[This was initially going to be a "hey I'm not on the island" text, but from the time she thinks of it to the time she sends it, it turns into something else:]

Hey.

Is that offer for Angel Lessons still good?

[When Dean wakes up on the twenty forth, he feels...strange. Heavy, his head like lead and his body as stiff as a rusted anchor, practically glued to the bedsheets underneath him. He's draped around Cas, their limbs entwined together from where they fell asleep last night, apparently still caught up in that high school Hell nightmare Dean now finds himself seemingly awaken from.

Seemingly, he thinks, he must have draped a weighted blanket over him and Cas both. A moment later, a tongue dips into his ear, and Dean's eyes shoot right open.]

What the - oh, oh! Miracle! It's really you?

[The dog responds with a happy bark in the affirmative, snuggling right up in Dean's face. He laughs, regrettably untangling a bit from Cas so he can fully embrace the best dog he's ever known.]

Not that you deserve to be here but I'm so glad to see you.

Just checking in after everything. Let me know if you're okay.

[Given the isolation and what not, she's not sure she'll get an answer right away, but it's there, when he's ready to respond to it.]

hey Cas... it's Sam, It's been awhile. Are you busy?

Edited 2021-05-13 18:26 (UTC)

( this is a text borne from being in hell, her information digging, her recent conversation with harriet-- and maybe too many sleepless nights. including this one )

I have a difficult question to ask you if you're willing to discuss it. About Hell.

Edited 2021-06-04 18:58 (UTC)

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Action; finding their Miracle

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Text/maybe action- before the dragon napping

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