Because I'm very distracted with my responsibilities and because my brain is like a hydra (meaning if you try putting down one idea, a bazillion more come out in its place), here's something to keep you guys entertained:
They were preparing to siege Hell, to find the Righteous Man and save him. Everyone was on edge; they could die from this mission but it would all be for the glory of their Father, and that was more than enough.
After the plan had been explained, there was really no reason to talk. They were ready and could not afford to be distracted by things such as words of encouragement, or jokes to break the tension, or speeches to bolster the spirit, or anything else similar the humans usually throw at each other at likewise situations. They were warriors of God, soldiers of Heaven; they were just and firm in the silence.
A seraphim flew down in front of the garrison. "Any questions?" he asked to all of them.
Words were hardly worth the effort when they were only addressed to one or two; here, words were only used to speak to the general public. There was no bond with words with them, thus personal messages were irrational and unimportant.
But Castiel had questions. He always had questions. Nevertheless, he joined in on the rest of his garrison when they said,
"No, sir."
O _x
"Alright, Cas, any questions?"
"Yes, uhm… Why are we doing this again?"
"Because the power's out, Dean and Bobby are too busy trying to fix it, we're snowed in and you need a break from your God-hunt."
"Oh. Right."
"Okay, so you're good with the rules now, right? We take turns in picking a card and whatever's on it, as ridiculous as it is, the other guy has to answer it."
"I understand."
"Great, I'll go first – 'If you had a time machine that would work only once, what point in the future or in history would you visit?'
"Sam, I'm an angel. I have no use for something like that. I can travel to whenever period I want."
"Yeah, I know, Cas. But assuming you couldn't time-travel on your own,"
"Why would I suddenly not be able to time-travel?"
"Look, it's sorta like… never mind, let's just skip it. Your turn, Cas."
"'If you had to give up one of your senses (hearing, seeing, feeling, smelling, tasting) which would it be and why?'"
"Huh. Tough one. I guess… tasting."
"How come?"
"It's kind of the least important when you're out there fighting monsters. I mean, you need sight to aim, hearing to have a clue of what's in the dark, you need to be able to feel if there's a drop in temperature and, well, smelling for any leftover traces of sulfur is always useful."
"I see."
"Cool. So 'If your house was burning down, what three objects would you try and save?'"
"But I don't have a house."
"Uh, okay… What if Heaven's on fire then?"
"That would be preposterous; Heaven cannot be set on fire."
"Can't you just pretend it's possible? Weirder things have happened, like… oceans that glow in the dark and trees that grow lollipops – "
"There are trees that grow lollipops?"
"…Uh, not exactly, sorry. I might've gone a bit overboard with the examples… and obviously I need to stop watching kid-shows whenever nothing good's on TV. Ahem. Anyway, back to the game – "
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"I want a lollipop."
"…Why?"
"I never had a lollipop before."
"…Pfft… Oh… o-okay…"
"Sam, are you laughing at me?"
"W-What? Of… Of course not. I just – ahh, God, I needed that."
"Should I pick the next card?"
"But you haven't even tried answering the question."
"I don't have any belongings to save to start with."
"Uhm… okay, if there were three lollipops in… this house, would you save them?"
"I suppose."
"There you go. Y-You can go ahead and p-pick the next c-card."
"Are you laughing again?"
"N-No, I'm not."
"Yes, you were. You were doing it a few seconds ago."
"No, I wasn't."
"Yes, you were."
"No, I wasn't."
"Yes, you were."
"No, I wasn't!"
"Yes, you were."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Can we stop this?"
"No."
"Cas! Next card, please!"
"Fine. It says, 'What's the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?'"
"Wow, don't that just turn the table on things. Uhhm, weirdest thing I've ever eaten… It's gotta be Dean's gelatin."
"I thought Dean can cook decently,"
"Yeah, well, this was when we were kids. We were in a shady motel and Dean just literally grabbed whatever was available in the area; he even managed to stuff some Oreos and strips of bacon in the finished product. It kinda looked good actually… but then it just ended bizarrely."
"What do you mean by bizarre?"
"Like… 'hallucinations and waking up on top of a huge McDonald's sign'-bizarre. Now that I think about it, I recall some hippies living right next door to us – Alright, I just don't wanna talk about it anymore."
"But wh– ?"
"'If I gave you $10,000, what would you spend it on?'"
"But money is of no use to me. I can still summon any objects deemed necessary."
"So what, if I dumped a pile of money on you, you wouldn't do anything about it?"
"I would attempt to extricate myself from it since you 'dumped a pile of money on me' – "
"No, I mean, you wouldn't use the money for anything at all?"
"…I suppose I could give the amount to you, Dean and Bobby. It's better in your hands."
"Uhm, wow. Thanks, Cas. Remind me to sign you up for the lottery some time."
"Shouldn't we be more worried about the Apocalypse?"
"Of course, just not right now. We're having a break."
"But it's unwise if we intentionally – "
"Cas. Please, no bringing up the A-word. I'm not saying we should blow the whole subject off but… we should take some time to enjoy the things we're trying to save, both big and small, like this one."
"…Very well."
"Thanks, Cas."
"'What thought or message would you want to put in a fortune cookie?'"
"Uh, 'Try not to start the end of the world'? Heh, no, no, not that. Hmm… 'No matter how screwed up life gets, remember that your family always has your back'."
"That's a good message,"
"Mm."
"…unless your own family is hunting you down, then those words essentially don't apply anymore."
"Oh, Cas, I'm sorry. I didn't mean – "
"It's alright."
"…"
"…"
"…Do you miss them?"
"My brothers and sisters?"
"Yeah."
"...Some of them, yes."
"Forgive me if I'm crossing some line here, but you must not be used to being alone, are you? What with all the bazillion siblings you have,"
"Not necessarily. Even in Heaven I was considered as some sort of an outsider. However, now I just feel…"
"Outsider in the family, huh? You're looking at someone who can relate to that. Hell, right now, you're with a bunch of outsiders; you fit right in."
"I guess so."
"Right. So, uh… whose turn is it now?"
"I believe it's yours."
"Alright – 'Do you have any hidden talents?' Huh, that's a good question. Do you, Cas?"
"None that I'm aware of."
"Oh come on. You sure?"
"All angels were given the same abilities as everyone else. It's impossible for one angel to possess abilities that the others don't."
"But don't you guys have specialties or something? I mean, how do you become the Angel of This or the Angel of That?"
"Some abilities are just more enhanced with others."
"So what enhanced ability do you have?"
"Well, I can fly faster than most of the angels,"
"That's why you got Dean out, huh? Wait, that's not exactly a hidden talent."
"I don't know what else to say."
"How about something unusual that you can do that no one knows about other than you?"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Cas?"
"I'm thinking."
"Sorry. Take your time."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"If you wanna skip to the next question, I could – "
"If I flap my wings at the proper frequency, I attract birds."
"…How is that even possible?"
"It's a bit like sunflowers and sunlight, or moths to a flame. They can't help it; they're fascinated."
"That's… pretty cool."
"It's somewhat embarrassing, actually."
"Well, then I promise not to say anything about this to Dean. Trust me, he'll never live it down."
"I appreciate it."
"Wanna read the next card?"
"Yes. 'If someone made a movie of your life would it be a drama, a comedy, a romantic-comedy, action film, or science fiction?'"
"That's easy. Drama."
"Hm. Agreed."
"Okay, next question: 'What is the first thing that – ?' …Uhm, never mind. I'll pick another card."
"What's wrong with that card?"
"It's… a stupid question. You'll just get a headache over nothing."
"But I thought you said we are to respond to every card,"
"There's always the exception – "
"Sam, are you purposefully avoiding what's written on that card?"
"That's not – "
"Are you hiding something from me?"
"…"
"…"
"'What is the first thing that comes to mind… when you think about God?'"
"…"
"…Cas, I – "
"Hope."
"What?"
"Hope. Hope that we have a chance of succeeding."
"…Yeah. Here's to hope then."
"…"
"…"
"Sam?"
"Yeah, Cas?"
"I still want a lollipop."
Warning: only soulful carebears and extremely curious angels can tolerate this game XD
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