The rectory of Our Lady of Fandom, Saturday

Castiel's phone made noise on occasion. He'd learned to ignore it. Even more occasionally, a message would appear on the phone, telling him he had something called voicemail. After some experimentation, he managed to figure out how to listen to the voicemail. It was usually Jimmy's wife or some sort of message for the church in general.

Today, it was neither.

He wasn't sure why one of his occasional parishioners professed to miss him, or why Sam Winchester thought Castiel thought he was kinky, but he set about right away to set the record straight.

There. That wasn't so hard. He was getting the hand of this interacting with humans business.

Or at least he thought so, until the phone started making noise again. More messages. Well. He could take care of that.

Really, the people in this town got stranger by the day.

Right, this was getting ridiculous. The next person to call might just get smited.

The phone rang. There was only one thing for Castiel to do. . . .

[ooc: establishy linkdrop, TO BE CONTINUED, OMG!]