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[freewill]

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

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[freewill]

Phoning it in? What do you mean?

[Castiel can hardly deny that things have been rocky with Sam and Dean as of late, but seeing how that's almost routine for them, he's remained confident that they'll sort it out.

Dean had been just as worried about Sam as he would be in any other situation, so the implication that he's only going through the motions ruffles Castiel's feathers slightly.]

I took it upon myself to restrain Sam, I was checking on him periodically. Dean and I were both also trying to keep the various demons here distracted so they didn't try to antagonize him.

[Could more have been done? Maybe. But it's not as if they didn't address the issue and help in all the ways they could.] Do you have any idea how he got loose in the first place?

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[oversight]

[ That's right, let the angel get ruffled, because as far as Blake's concerned, that's only going to make Castiel that much more aware. Honestly, he's not asking anyone to run themselves ragged, and he doesn't expect to inspire much change in any of them, but he is relying upon these these three very experienced individuals to consider all the angles, up to and including something happening to one of their own. Unfortunately, he feels like they ought to expect it, considering what he knows of their backgrounds.

Maybe after this, his concern will be that much more implicit in scenarios like this one. ]

Might wanna ask him, 'cause I got no clue. He took off like a bat outta hell the second he got a chance.

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[freewill]

[A bat out of Hell. It's a strange phrase, something that's never made much sense to Castiel because there are no bats in Hell, not that he's ever seen.

But like many human phrases, it's not necessarily supposed to make sense.

Castiel takes a seat on the bed, one that he never actually sleeps in, and crosses his arms over his chest.]

I'll make sure to ask him, then. [He glances over then, his expression a little tight.] Was there anything else?

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[oversight]

No, I— [ Ffff. He's decidedly less angry after this exchange, at least. ] No, that's it. Thanks, Cas.

[ What else can he do, really? This is the best line of defense when it comes to the Winchesters, because he certainly doesn't have the sway he once had. Blake offers and nod and pat's the angel's shoulder on her way past, off to wherever he goes when he's as busy as he is. ]

Take care.