[back in black]

[angel-ofthe.livejournal.com]

The chute opened seamlessly out of the wall and deposited the man on the squishy floor of the corridor with an ungraceful thud. The man stood, brushing at his clothes as he did, an oddly human gesture he had picked up from Sam and Dean. His face, as he stared at the featureless wall the chute had disappeared back into, was blank, expressionless, his jaw covered with a dark fuzz. He reached up to touch this unfamiliar roughness as he stared consideringly at the wall.

"Jack-hole," he finally said.

Hey, Cas was trying, okay? It wasn't his fault if human cussing was still a little beyond him.

With that, Cas turned, making his way through the corridors of Stacy, heading towards hydroponics.

After his long stay with GLaDOS, he needed a drink.


[Cas makes his return! Feel free to run into him in the corridors, or to meet him at the beer tree, just specify the location in your tag :3]

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[ttlytrickster.livejournal.com]

"You were the one who offered to crouch down," Gabriel points out almost primly, draining his beer bottle before reaching to a low-hanging branch for another with a little jump. Go ahead, laugh.

"No one can beat my sense of humor, Dean," he says, and then eyes Castiel with a half-pleased, half-annoyed expression.

"It was more recently than you, that's for sure."

[angel-ofthe.livejournal.com]

"You mean you used to be able to kill anyone who didn't agree with your sense of humor," Cas pointed out as he took another swig.

"Hmm," he agreed as he stared into his bottle. "You're probably right. I'm starting to think I should fix that."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"He's got a point," Dean pointed to Cas. The talk about getting laid, he gestured.

"I tried taking him to pick up a chick. Struck out there."

He shrugged, "The ladies don't like getting reminded of what they left behind, Cas."

[ttlytrickster.livejournal.com]

"I repeat. No one can beat my sense of humor," Gabriel chuckled, into his beer.

When Cas mentioned getting laid, his eyebrows very nearly shot into his hairline. At Dean's elaboration, they came back down.

"Well, Dean, I don't imagine your approach to the women is a smooth one," he comments, but turns a considering eye onto Castiel, ignoring Dean's last comment.

"With those baby blues, I'm sure you could swing a lovely lad or lass into your arms, with the right moves."

[angel-ofthe.livejournal.com]

"Being human, I begin to understand why," Cas agreed as he finished off his beer and reached for another one. "Your lives are so depressing, who would want to remember them?"

Cas eyed his brother and Dean. "I don't want your help," he informed Gabriel, "and your 'help' is pretty useless as well," he told Dean.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Hey! You don't mean that. There's some good things to being human."

[ttlytrickster.livejournal.com]

"Nope," Gabriel pipes in cheerfully, at Dean's comment. To Castiel: "You may not want it, but you'll need it. I've been living with humans for a long longer than Deanna or you."

[angel-ofthe.livejournal.com]

"The alcohol," Cas tells Dean.

To his brother, he rolls his eyes. "Please. How much skill with women does it require when you can just produce one out of thin air?"

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"Music, cars, pie? Hell burgers. Come on, man. Family, love, there's a lot out there." He protested.

[ttlytrickster.livejournal.com]

"Dean, Dean, Dean," Gabriel says. "I don't think you quite get it." And to Castiel again, with a frown: "I've seduced plenty of women who I hadn't created at all. And a few goddesses, too."