Of course it's a problem And the solution is to restore Sam's soul, which I'm not any closer to accomplishing than i was this time two months ago when I transformed us into interdimensional larvae by trying
I don't know. I found a relatively approachable Pthumarian capable of retrieving items from other realities, but he's [...] Capricious. Like they all are. All I've managed to obtain so far are photographs. Nothing useful.
[ What's a little visit with his patron? She's a cheery sort. And, like he said - he's got nothing better to do. All he has here in Trench is time, so he'll pull on a heavy trenchcoat he bought while here, grab some leather gloves and a black knit beanie (because while the vibe here is Victorian, he is not putting on a tophat just yet).
[ Luckily Dean is home, which means he's easily found, and by the time he's finished dressing, Castiel is there in the doorway. Dressed... the same. He hasn't had the heart to bother changing his wardrobe, since the goo-en-ing. Let's not talk about it. ]
Are we flying or driving to the ocean?
[ Cas has a feeling he already knows the answer, but we all know which he'd prefer. ]
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Of course it's a problem
And the solution is to restore Sam's soul, which I'm not any closer to accomplishing than i was this time two months ago when I transformed us into interdimensional larvae by trying
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Okay, that was a duel effort, smartass, but we need to be more proactive about this. How do we get the damn thing BACK?
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I found a relatively approachable Pthumarian capable of retrieving items from other realities, but he's
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Capricious.
Like they all are.
All I've managed to obtain so far are photographs. Nothing useful.
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Fully clothed
[ And also Dean because like?? Mysterious reasons, since Cas was asking about Sam's soul? Who knows. Nothing to do with "longing," probably. ]
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[ nooo nothing to do with longing, nah ]
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I believe Mariana would be the most helpful, but I find her to be generally inaccessible.
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Mariana is my girl. She likes me.
[ in the way that a natural disaster can love another. ]
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She threw me into jagged rocks.
Maybe you'd have better luck.
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According to Never Mind, Mariana may be the reason any of is here at all.
Please be careful, Dean
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I'll go with you
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I'll follow at a distance
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She's unpredictable, and very, very powerful.
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she's not gonna hurt me.
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;)
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[ Like... they don't have to go see Mariana. What's Sam's soul really worth, anyway? Certainly not Dean's life. ]
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I'll...go now. Nothing else to do.
[ What's a little visit with his patron? She's a cheery sort. And, like he said - he's got nothing better to do. All he has here in Trench is time, so he'll pull on a heavy trenchcoat he bought while here, grab some leather gloves and a black knit beanie (because while the vibe here is Victorian, he is not putting on a tophat just yet).
Time to head to the ocean. ]
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[ Luckily Dean is home, which means he's easily found, and by the time he's finished dressing, Castiel is there in the doorway. Dressed... the same. He hasn't had the heart to bother changing his wardrobe, since the goo-en-ing. Let's not talk about it. ]
Are we flying or driving to the ocean?
[ Cas has a feeling he already knows the answer, but we all know which he'd prefer. ]
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Well, I was thinking we could use the lamp locations, but it's probably faster if you fly us.
[ The look on his face should tell Cas just how wild he is about that idea. ]