The rectory of Our Lady of Fandom, Wednesday evening

[scruffnfeathers]

So. Castiel had a girl's phone number. She seemed to be very nice, and quite wise in the ways of modern technology, entertainment, and apparel. She had promised to teach him how to dance.

Now he just had to figure out what he was supposed to do with said phone number. Was there some sort of etiquette in place here that as a human he would be aware of? What was his own phone number, just in case he had to leave her a message, as she'd said? Was it bad that he didn't actually know her name?

So many questions. He could think of only two people who might have the patience to answer them. He knew Chuck had business going on in New York which he was perhaps better off not interrupting, so that left Dean.

He looked over the little piece of paper with her number on it as he dialed, wondering if there was some deeper, esoteric meaning to the numbers, or the manner in which they'd been conveyed.

People were so difficult.

[ooc: for him at the other end of the line]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean totally would have facepalmed if he hadn't been holding a bag of food in one hand, a tray of drinks in the other while still managing to talk on the phone. "Okay, kinda a big lapse but not necessarily a deal breaker." There were enough times he'd picked up a girl while using an alias that sometimes even Dean couldn't remember his own name. "But it does give you somewhere to start. You can tell her that you were so captivated by her that you forgot to introduce yourself. And then tell her your name." Pause. "You might want to leave off the Angel of the Lord part."

[scruffnfeathers]

"I thought I was supposed to 'be myself'."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to be all sharey," Dean said. "I don't generally introduce myself saying, 'Hi, I'm Dean Winchester and I hunt ghosts and demons for a living.'" Okay maybe once or twice in Fandom... "Tell her your name and that you run the church. You can even say you have a close personal relationship with God. Just save the angel thing for a little bit after you find out what her name is."

[scruffnfeathers]

"You don't think that will make me seem . . . dishonest?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"It would only make you dishonest if you said, 'Hi I'm Castiel and I'm definitely not an Angel of the Lord,'" Dean said. "No one expects you to lay out every little detail about yourself on the first date." He grinned. "It takes the mystery out of things."

[scruffnfeathers]

"There is great mystery in the divine," Castiel acknowledged.

He'd always just sucked at that part.

"Very well. What is my goal with this phone call?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well, a) to find out her name. And b) try setting up one of these dance lessons she suggested. Then call me back and let me know what the details are and I can help you figure out for sure if she wants to dance or y'know dance." Dean's suggestive leer was present in his voice but whether it registered to the angel, he wasn't sure about, so he added, "Like in sex."

[scruffnfeathers]

"Another figure of speech." Castiel nodded, though Dean couldn't see it. "I think this may take some . . . preparation."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Do you want to practice?" Dean asked, juggling everything he was holding so he could open up the impala's driverside door and continue to talk on the phone.

[scruffnfeathers]

"I'm not certain she would understand that it was a practice run."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"No, I mean do you want to practice before you call her." Dean settled comfortably in his place behind the impala's wheel. "You can pretend I'm whatshername and practice on me."

[scruffnfeathers]

"I still don't know her name. And you don't look anything like her."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You do know what pretend means, don't you?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"Yes, of course."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"So you pretend I'm her," Dean said, speaking slowly. "Say to me what you'd think you'd say to her and I'll tell you if you're getting it wrong."

[scruffnfeathers]

"Of course I'll be getting it wrong. I'll be speaking to you instead of her."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean banged his head on the steering wheel. "You'll be practicing to speak to her. If you actually call her up, that won't be practicing, that will be actually doing. Get it?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"So you want me to speak to you as though you were a bouncy blonde woman listening to loud music, even though at most some might be able to describe you as vaguely blonde?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm blonde when I'm a girl," Dean offered. "If that helps."

[scruffnfeathers]

"Very well." He didn't sound too happy about it, though. He cleared his throat.

". . . Should I change my voice at all?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean thought about it. "Nah," he finally said. "Chicks tend to dig that deep raspy thing."

[scruffnfeathers]

"I wasn't aware my voice was 'raspy'." Never mind the fact that Jimmy tended to speak with a very different tone than Castiel did. . . . ". . . Should I just start?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Here, I'll throw you a line." Dean cleared his throat and tried to pitch his voice to sound more like a girl. "Hello?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"No, she doesn't sound anything like that."

Castiel sucked at this.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You're really making it hard to help you here."