Somewhere they're meeting on a pin head

Shelley called him back! He must be doing something right, right?

Was now when he told her he was an angel? He really wasn't clear on all that, but he wasn't very good at lying. Well, better not, just to be sure.

He called her back with what he hoped was an appropriate response, then looked down at where Angelbane seemed to be staring at him in perplexity.

"There really aren't any nuns," he told her. "You would have seen them."

Angelbane went back to trying to eat his shoe.

[ooc: again with the links, also with the being open if someone is around and wants to stop by.]

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]

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!]

Misha Collins is taking a break from mulberry delivery to declare war on P. Diddy.

"I'm throwin' down the gauntlet: P. Diddy, if you're out there & you're man enough, i challenge u to an cupcake eating contest-on horseback!"

Also: I will not buy added icon space just for ooc icons, I will not buy added icon space just for ooc icons, I will not buy added icon space just for ooc icons. . . .

Castiel had been getting the odd sense of something . . . tugging at the edges of his perception since last night. It was as if someone or something was calling out for help, but was far enough distant enough for the message to be distorted.

This could mean only one thing. Dean had failed and Lucifer was rising in his world. It was time to stop dawdling here in this bizarre but fascinating little nexus, and get back to his true purpose.

There was a faint flash of light and the sound of rustling feathers -- easily mistaken for a breeze in the branches of a nearby tree -- and the spot where Castiel had stood, looking out over the graveyard, was empty.

[ooc: yes, I decided that Castiel's angel-fu included at least a sense of the BDE -- which he then completely misinterprets. He's off island for the duration of the plot (since I'll be out of town) but will be back on Tuesday!]

*ring*

*click*

*five minutes of quiet white noise with the occasional piercing bit of feedback*

You've reached the voicemail of --

I don't understand. Why -- why do you want me to say my name?

*sound of attempts to dial*

*BEEP*

[ooc: phone messages left will reach Castiel, he just doesn't know that he needs to record a greeting. LOOK IT'S CANON NOW I HAD TO, OKAY?

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For the illustrious Katie:

Songs in the Key of Winchester (zip file)
Various things that for whatever reason remind me of Sam and his kin

Bat for Lashes - Horse and I
The Weakerthans - Without Mythologies
O Death
Hot Chip - The Warning
Camper Van Beethoven - Surprise Truck
Crooked Fingers - Your Control
Frightened Rabbit - Modern Leper
Moonbabies - Walking on My Feet
Patrick Wolf - Don't Say No
Peter and the Wolf - Mercy
Songs: Ohia - Old Black Hen
Sons and Daughters - Monster
They Might Be Giants - The Spiralling Shape
The National - Start a War

Songs in . . . well, a really random mix (zip file)
An eclectic spattering of things that I just kind of love and hope you do, too

Matthew Herbert - Harmonize
Gothic Archies - Shipwrecked
breathe, owl, breathe - Toboggan
Dar Williams - Beautiful Enemy
Dykehouse - Chain Smoking
Elbow - Switching Off
Oh No! Oh My! - The Party Punch
Peter and the Wolf - Dear Old Robyn (who'd have guessed there'd be two bands by that name, eh?)
Say Hi To Your Mom - Poor Pete is a Bit Self Conscious
Thao - Bag of Hammers
The Mountain Goats - Oceanographer's Choice
Tom McRae - A Day Like Today

Songs in the key of PORN! (zip file)
Because everyone needs songs so dirty their very titles have to be abbreviated or misleading

Liz Phair - HWC
Dykehouse - FYD
Get Set Go - What I Love About You
Liz Phair - Flower

Happy freakin' holidays!