entranceway | text; Ahh, come feel the rain.

[It's been a while, hasn't it, Wonderland. Tom doesn't have the balls to approach the network any way other than text. He doesn't want to show his face. He doesn't even want to do this but it's only fair to post a public warning. This is stupid, asking for trouble, he knows. But. Well. Event.]

This is a public notice.

I've relocated to the 1st floor. I'll try to stay out of your way.

For what it's worth, I'm so sorry. If it were up to me I'd disappear completely, but it's not fair to any of you to be in the clinic.

I've never been a man of words but sorry doesn't even to begin to express what I am. Sick, maybe. Sick and without any way to make amends for it. My future self could have prevented this and I can't pretend to understand why he didn't.

But what I know for sure is that I am not dangerous.

[Tom has relocated to room 025 on the first floor. He will be spending most of his time trying to avoid every living being but if you're after a confrontation or just curious to meet Wonderland's resident nutjob, he's there.]

[[A PRAYER - intercept-able to higher beings or those with telepathy who might hear. Feel free to reply via this post, action, or in his ic contact voice mail. The prayer is made late at night, through heartbreak and torment. Perhaps a last ditch effort from someone who has lost their faith a long time ago.]]

Almighty God, our heavenly Father,
I have sinned against you and against my neighbor in thought and word and deed,
through negligence, through weakness, through my own deliberate fault.
I am truly sorry and repent for all my sins....not that I deserve, o God.
For the sake of your Son- for the people of this world whom I have wronged..hurt. Ruined.
Please forgive me for all that has passed and grant that I may serve in newness of life
to the glory of your name.
Lord, I am not worthy to receive you but only say the word and I shall be healed.

Please. Please.. help me. Please make this go away. Make me go away.
I've done enough damage.

Amen.

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[The prayer, of course, comes through loud and clear, as any prayer offered out to his Father does in this place. Michael and Samandriel have no doubt heard it as well, but Castiel has little consideration for them right now.

It's become very clear to him that out of all of God's children, he is the most worthy. Rebellion would have been what his Father wanted, and despite his mistakes along the way, he's the one angel who has always looked out for humanity and two of the most important vessels.

So if anyone is worthy of answering this prayer, then it's Castiel. Even more so when he still needs to look at what damage that demon may have done to Tom.

He appears more dramatically than he normally does these days, the lights in Tom's new room flicking and then shattering as Castiel manifests near the door.

For a moment, all he does is stand there and stare.

While normally he would simply start with some rough phrase, this time Castiel opens his open his mouth and sings, well, like an angel.]

Amazing Grace,
how sweet the sound,
that saved a wretch like you--

[Jesus. Christ.

Way to fucking terrify someone, Castiel.

The bedroom is bare save for a few possessions, Tom, and his cat. Both of which are in bed, though they're not asleep, Jellybean curled in the crook of Tom's elbow as he skims through the network.

And then the lights flicker. And explode. And the cat goes screaming and Tom just about jumps out of his fucking god damn skin.]

Fuck-

[Shock, really, crouched up against the head of his bed like the sky is falling.

And then he realizes who it is. Not that he knows Castiel well, but. He can identify the guy. Angel. Whatever. Dean's Angel Pal.

Who sings at him.

And you know what? Tom doesn't say a god damn thing.]

[It seems that the intended effect transmitted itself rather successfully, judging from Tom's response. Even now, Castiel has a difficult time looking at Tom and seeing a killer, though that may have something to do with Crowley's handiwork.

For a moment he expects Tom to sing back, to respond with the next verse, and yet nothing comes.

Castiel frowns, shakes his head as if to clear it. He's not usually one for singing, and without any attempt from Tom to continue the song, he abandons it.]

I cannot absolve you, Tom, but seeing as my Father is not going to answer your prayer, I've come in his stead.

[Castiel straightens and takes a few steps toward Dean's doppelganger, the fear on his face completely foreign. He's not much like Dean at all, when it comes down to it.]

[Sorry, Cas. He's just not really the sing along kind of guy. But the memory of you singing will be forever cherished.

He's quiet for another moment before slowly...slowly sinking back down, heart in his throat.]

I didn't realize anyone was actually listening.. Should have figured, I guess.

[Definitely cherish it, because Castiel doesn't sing for just anyone.

As Tom takes a seat, Castiel moves a few more steps into the room, looking around. There's his pet cat and some furniture but not much else. Unsurprising, as he just moved.]

Others likely heard it too. [Hopefully none of them appear here. Castiel would prefer to keep this between them.]

I had intended to look into what Crowley did to you. [Taking any sort of help from a demon is a bad idea, but he can't expect Tom to have known that.] Are you open to that?

[Not that Castiel actually plans on giving him a choice.]

[He considers it for a moment and nods before another thought springs to mind and he holds a hand up slightly. Some kind of pathetic barrier between them just in case.]

You're not gonna undo it..

Because I can't- I can't go back to having that inside me.

[Castiel shakes his head.] No, I won't, not unless there's something about what Crowley did that's dangerous in some other way.

[But there's no arguing with the results thus far. Granted, Tom's been under surveillance until now. He'll be unattended from here on out, and therefore far more capable of sneaking around and hurting people yet again.

This is for the safety of Wonderland, and also for Jo.] The last thing I want is a repeat of February. But Crowley's a demon, and ulterior motives are a given with him.

[It's been different here in Wonderland, Castiel will admit, but he's not trusting enough to assume that everything's fine without looking for himself.]

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