...and I know you hear their voices

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Characters: Castiel and all of you.
Setting: Either of the two libraries: take your pick.
Format: Prose or brackactions, I'm okay with anything!~
Summary: The angel is hearing voices. Good thing or bad thing?
Warnings: TBA.

Castiel had been hearing voices since the return of the experimented tower occupants, but he ignored them, if only to feel part of a whole again.

However, the nondescript murmurs were louder now, and only just discernible. The angel frowned and closed his eyes; it wasn't the Host, because their presence would extend to more than just voices. No, these voices seemed to be coming from the tower itself, like in the cathedral.

"Strange."

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The angel looked up at the taller male, head tilted at the familiar angle.

"I have been awake for many months now, Sam," he replied, blue eyes slightly unfocused as the voices started to mutter and whisper again. "I have been awake since the first day."

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Wait a minute...

Sam's eyebrows furrowed in a thoughtful expression. Here he was thinking Castiel had probably just gotten here with Dean and himself not too long ago, or shortly after/before. Nope. There goes the buzzer telling him he got the answer wrong. But, if Cas had been here for months then...

He was about to ask the other what was the last thing he remembered, his mind already buzzing, except Cas suddenly seemed to waiver right in front of him.

"Hey." It was said not harsh and authoritative, because Sam wasn't trying to use it like someone would snap their fingers in front of someone's nose to bring them back to focus. It was softer, more like a question of are you alright? in disguise.

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Castiel focused back on Sam's face at the soft 'hey', frowning just so. What was he doing? Oh, right, greeting the young hunter.

"Hello, Sam."

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Uh...

Either Cas had developed Alzheimer's in the months that he was here, or something was going on with him. Which, due to the nature of this tower, Sam was willing to bet years of his life that it was the latter.

Confusion transformed Sam's expression, and he took a few steps towards the angel. "What was that?"

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"What was what, Sam?"

For some reason, the Winchester seemed so much taller when he stepped closer. Taller than what Castiel could remember. And was that a shadow hiding behind him?

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Funny, because Sam suddenly had to resist looking over his shoulder, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.

He could feel them watching him again. They were always watching...

Sam faltered for a brief moment, loosing his train of thought, but stubbornly he forced himself back on again. His curiosity become littered with concern now too. "You... restarted or something."

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The angel grunted, brows furrowed in confusion. Restarted? What did he mean?

"What do you mean, Sam?"

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Well, without knowing what had happened it was kind of hard to explain what he meant.

Finally, he settled on, "you said hello to me twice." Which, probably wasn't a good way of explaining it. Castiel might get it though, or at least be as confused as he was.

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That was strange indeed. Castiel cannot remember the first time he said hello to Sam, only the one before Sam said 'what was that'. Was his memory failing him? It couldn't be... he's an angel, he does not simply forget things.

"This is strange indeed."

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Castiel didn't react the way Sam expected him too, and that made him suspicious. And Sam may have hidden it in his posture, but it was clear as day when he spoke.

"What's strange Cas?" Or better yet. "What's going on?"