Castiel (tree_topper) wrote in knowhereic, @ 2017-08-07 04:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | supernatural: canon: castiel, supernatural: canon: mary winchester |
Who: Mary Winchester & Castiel
What: Mary can't find Dean.
When: After this.
Where: The Impala
Rating: Mild.
Status: Closed - Dropped
- Is Dean with you?
- Because he's actually out of his car.
- For once.
Dean wasn't in his car. He wasn't working, the angel knew his schedule. Could he have been with Charlie? Castiel gave brief thought to asking her, but dismissed it as quickly as he'd thought it. It'd take him longer to contact Charlie than it did to check for Dean.
But Mary was worried, clearly.
After some fiddling with his tablet, he hit the little microphone button.
"I don't like this thing." He muttered.
I donut lives this ming.
Appalled at what the device had typed for him, the blue-eyed celestial scolded the tablet in his hand. "No, that wasn't what I was trying to say!"
No, hats wasn't mutt I was lying to spray.
What in the Hell did that even mean?!
More poking and prodding at the screen, he eventually was able to turn off the voice-to-text feature and typed painstakingly slow, instead.
- I don't like this thing.
- I haven't seen him.
- Would you like me to take a look? Sometimes he likes his time alone.
He waited not so patiently, staring down at the brightly lit tablet in his hands. He was sat on the bench he liked to frequent when he wasn't working with Harry, and when Dean was sleeping. From this bench, he could see the outline of the Impala, and know that his charge was safe. Dean had gotten pretty upset the last time he'd found Castiel watching him sleep, so now he watched from a distance.
Dimly, he could see the outline of someone standing near that Impala. Mary Winchester.
His tablet dinged.
- Please. But I can join you, if you'd like.
A few fumbling moments later, the angel returned her message. Maybe she wasn't up on how this whole.. being an angel thing worked. Maybe Dean hadn't explained it. He knew he certainly hadn't. Well, not yet anyway, not to this Mary. Time was tricky.
- It's not exactly something you can join me in doing.
- You can stand with me, however.
- If you want?
His reply went through and the seconds ticked by.
- Roger that.
- I'd like that.
Okay. Now he was going to take a quick look around Knowhere. For Dean. With his mother. This wouldn't be weird at all.
He stood up, tucking his tablet into his coat, and an instant later, he appeared just two feet in front of the eldest Winchester. "Good evening, Mary." Pleasantries. He'd learned about those a long time ago.