dudeimbatman | 14th Hunt [Accidental (sort of) Video] I'm a Cowboy. On a steel horse I ride...

[The feed shows Dean sitting in a hospital room. He is in a chair, head bent back over the back of the chair. He is snoring and it is the snoring that wakes him up. He actually jumps and scrubs his hands over his face. He glances at the machines hooked up Castiel, the man in the bed then pokes Castiel in the ribs.]

Cas. Hey slacker angel. Wake the hell up.

[And he pokes him again with no effect. If he had a stick he would poke him harder. As it is, he sighs then checks his device to see if he missed any calls or messages. That's when he notices it's on. he shoots it a really nice bitchface and decides to address the network]

Who ever hurt Cas? We will hunt your ass down, we will find you and we will kill you. You don't fuck with Winchesters.

[Private to Anna]

So Cas is hurt. You can probably feel that with your angel mojo. Or you saw the broadcast of his fall. He's in the hospital and I've poked him, read him a story and gotten the hottest nurse I can find to give him a sponge bath. I've got nothing left so let's bury the hatchet. For Cas' sake. Only not in my head. Or my back. Or any part of my body. Okay if you really think I'm that big a dick you can bury it in my thigh. Just avoid the artery.

I need some help, Anna. Cas needs help.

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Yeah. I don't care. He's still Cas.

[Or at least he's hoping he's still Cas. He needs to still be Cas.]

I'll help him.

[It's a promise. One he intends to keep even if Cas hates him for it]

Thanks Anna.

He's still my brother.

[She reaches out and presses her fingers to his forehead, releasing the power she's still not used to having here.]

[It's sudden but calm when Castiel's eyes open. He breathes in, furrows his brow and looks from Anna to Dean and back again. The confusion passes quickly; he's been on the other end of this process before. It doesn't stop him from rubbing his eyes and looking slightly displeased.]

[Anna pulls back, physically removing herself from Castiel's side.]

Be pissed if you want

[Dean crosses his arms over his chest to illustrate that he doesn't care if Cas is pissed.]

At least I didn't have to sell my soul this time.

[Because he would have.]

Thanks, Anna.

[Castiel immediately regrets his look when Anna pulls back, but hell it's out there now. All of it. He's been ripped apart and left utterly alone, according to his presently selfish mindset]

...You should've left me.

[But that's not really it, either. Any way he slices it, he was fucked from the beginning. Now he was just a walking freak. None of this was their faults. He strains to make it sound genuine, because it is genuine. It just sounds a little bitter still.]

Thank you.

[She doesn't acknowledge the thanks, she never will. Now isn't the time for their fight and regardless of how things turned out, regardless of how angry she is at him, he's still her brother-in-arms.]

No one's leaving you to die. Not here.

[She watches Castiel closely.]

What did you see? What do you remember?

[Who am I seeking out to kill?]

Not ever

[It has to be said. Sorry you're a Winchester now, Cas.

He cocks his head and listens, waiting for Cas' answer. Anna's asking the right questions and he doesn't want to overwhelm the former angel.]

[He could still hear Nuada's voice, the otherworldly feel of him and the inhuman way he moved, though. He didn't need to necessarily see to give Anna details, fortunately.]

Nothing. I was just enacting old habits. He ambushed me from behind, and at first I thought it was you, coming around to finally unleash your seemingly endless anger on me. [Okay, a little more belligerent than he meant. Deep breath.] He far outmatched me in the fight. He's definitely not from our world.

I wouldn't attack you from behind. [That was Uriel.]

I saw the place he attacked you, he left no trace. Are there any physical features you remember? Verbal ticks? Attack preferences?

Maybe just a feeling you got.

Yes, because I was very concerned with making sure I memorized his 'moves' while fighting for my life. [Which he didn't even really get to keep, thanks.]

It wasn't improvised. He had to have watched me for awhile to know where I'd be. Eyes first, then-- he might have been testing me; he was fast, but I suspect I was allowed to live for longer than if he had simply wanted to murder me.

[She frowns.] You're trained to observe.

[Anna's focus turns to Dean.] Not-human, professional, taunting. I'd be surprised if he were a native.

[Dean nods at Anna's assessment] Yeah. The natives tend to be less...of all of that.

Alright. I've talked to a guy who had something recently happen to his friend. He thinks it's connected. I'll keep talking to him. Listen around, see what you hear and let me know if you come up with anything. I'll keep you in the loop as well.

[It's still a bit awkward with Anna but Castiel needs them to work together so he will.]

[Castiel is two seconds away from telling Anna to shove her training. Luckily Dean starts in on the other details, and he zones out for a bit, leaning back and running through the attack again.]

His weapon, it was...unique. Might have been a sword but he fought with it like a spear, or a staff. Maybe both.

[There's something familiar about that, but Anna can't place it.]

I'll look around.

[She turns to Dean.]

Don't leave him alone, the murderer might come back.

[She leaves the rest unspoken, he shouldn't be alone while he adjusts to being human.

She doesn't wait for an acknowledgment before she leaves as quickly as she came.]

We gotta see about getting a handbook. Shit you don't do: 1) Disappear or appear suddenly.

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