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towerofanimus2011-10-17 12:08 am
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...and I know you hear their voices
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."
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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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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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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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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"What do you mean, Sam?"
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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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"This is strange indeed."
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"What's strange Cas?" Or better yet. "What's going on?"