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I am still at a loss pertaining to what I should be doing in a place like this. It's disconcerting at best.

Again? Really...

Crowley, you poorly excuse of a...whatever you claim to be, stop messing with me.

Since Castiel seems to have not much in the way of answers, perhaps someone else might?

Where are we? What's going on?

Why does, I hate to say it, but what on Earth happened to the functionality and linear nature of time in this place?

Also, if someone is willing to part with a bucket of paint in exchange for perhaps a minor miracle, I would appreciate it. I'm not sure if I can stomach the sight of any more blood.

Anyone care to explain what is all this bullshit?

This place is basically Shutter Island.

We need some kind of roll call. Raise your hand if Mystic Falls means something to you.

I do not think that this is a natural mode of communication.

Hello?

This is worse than the cellular phone. Am I meant to say my name?