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[freewill]

"... Praying may garner better results than leaving a message."

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[freewill]

[At first Castiel believes that he's reading the plot of a book-slash-film series (which seems to be a popular concept in this age), but it quickly becomes clear that the conversation isn't only about something fictional.

A ring that corrupts someone and warps their minds? It's almost pointed. Purgatory had been Castiel's ring, not a physical object but an idea that had poisoned him to the degree that he'd broken a friend's mind and stabbed a brother in the back.

And then it's two of the most unexpected people who pull off the impossible, who destroy that ring and win the fight. Sam and Dean. Though they're hardly midgets by human standards, but that's beside the point.]

It wouldnt exactly be a rewatch. Since i dont remember seeing it.

[But now Castiel can't help but think that there's some ulterior motive to all this.]

[righteously]

Technicalities.

Itd be a rewatch for me.

So are you in or not? We're on a schedule here.

[Sure, Cas can take that away from it all if he wants. There are a few different metaphors wrapped up in that taco shell enigma, but Dean's not going to point out any of them. He's just going to watch a movie with his angel.

That's the plan, anyway.]

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I suppose I can make time.

[It's actually a tease, because they both know that time is something they have in abundance here. It's far too tempting to come across as reluctant, though, and Castiel's curious if Dean will be able to tell the tone of it over text.

Things may not be perfect between them here. There may still be plenty that's gone unsaid, but that's how they operate. At least he can still do this much, an easy sort of back-and-forth that he and Dean have somehow fallen into.]

[righteously]

No pressure. Wouldn't want to drag you away from your busy schedule of waiting to pop in and check on me for the 10394234th time & knitting.

[He doesn't know whether or not that was a joke, to be honest, but he's brushing it off as though it were just the same.

He doesn't... actually mind the check-in sessions either, no matter what he says about it.]

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[Dean has him there. Castiel has made it a habit to check in on Dean whenever possible, but from where he's standing, Dean brought that upon himself the moment that he made clear he wasn't going to take any measures to keep himself from dying a second time.

Either way, that message is indication enough that Dean is in his room, so a moment later Castiel appears, as he always does, near the door.]

How do you plan to watch it? [There's no television here, after all.]

[righteously]

[On the bright side, he's completely stopped jumping at Cas's sudden appearances. It's something that isn't exactly new but he's still damn proud of it anyway, and he raises an eyebrow at the question.]

...Seriously?

[Come on, Cas. He shoves up off the bed and tugs the closet door open. Why does everyone always forget about that? At any rate, a good twenty televisions stack up from floor to ceiling there- obviously more than they'll need, but Dean was making a point so... visuals are everything.]

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[Castiel's also pleased that Dean's stopped throwing a fit every time he shows up. It's far easier this way, rather than having to be lectured whenever he makes an appearance.

Watching as Dean goes to the closet, Castiel shifts to the side to see over his shoulder. There's a ludicrous number of televisions there, and Castiel pulls a face.] That's excessive.

[But it still brings up a question...] Why don't you have one as a permanent fixture here? [It's not as if the room is too small to accommodate a single TV set.]