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[Castiel very rarely makes use of the network, but now he's had some time to evaluate what's taking place here and given the epidemic that's taken over the mansion since yesterday, he's got no choice but to say something.

Is this his fault, or Dean's, or Sam's? There's no way to be certain, but Castiel chooses to take the initiative with issuing an explanation. He would rather the others didn't draw attention to themselves.

He's seated in a room (the room Dean once occupied, which Castiel mainly uses for storage), cross-legged on the floor, with a burger in one hand. The area around him is scattered with wrappers, so it's clear this isn't his first one.]

This event is one that belongs to my world. [He takes a bite of the burger and keeps talking around the food.] We're all being influenced by Famine. He is...

[He pauses, his expression slowly shifting to one of confusion as he stares toward the ceiling, searching for a word that isn't there. He'd felt disoriented early yesterday morning. Something was taken.]

He's a powerful demon that's able to inspire Famine in any creature. This can manifest in a number of different ways. [His is actually rather mundane.]

Anything you may crave, any addiction you may have, it will be pushed to an extreme level. If you suspect that you could become dangerous, I would advise that you have someone restrain you to save you from yourself. [Not that it had worked with Sam the first time around.

Castiel takes another bite of the burger, finishing it off in one go. He doesn't seem to care that he's talking with his mouth full.] If you have any other questions, feel free to ask.

[With that, he ends the feed and then sends a text message to Sam Winchester:] Where are you?

[OOC: Action threads are welcome! Castiel can be found at the dining hall, the diner, and his room on the fifth floor.]

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[This argument could go back and forth for some time, but Castiel imagines that the unimpressed look he has speaks volumes, and so he leaves it at that.

When it comes to sharing the pie, though... that's a bit more difficult. His instinct is to devour it all before Dean can even get his fork in, but there will be many more meat pies if they want them. So sharing should be fine.]

You make a good point. We can share.

[If they can't even handle some food cravings, how can they expect Sam to handle what he's dealing with? Castiel takes his fork and steals the first bite, though, relaxing slightly when the taste of ground meat hits his tongue.]

... Try it. [He says it through a mouthful of food.]

[ sharing and pie don't normally really go hand in hand in the world dean comes from, but..... he pauses some, then just shrugs despite how cravings want him to conquer and claim the whole thing for himself.

dean only watches for a brief moment, then stabs the thing with how own fork before shoveling it into his mouth. the sensation, the taste-- it's odd, almost. nothing he hasn't had before, but now with the dire need to eat pie, plus added salty filling-- it's kinda great, really. ]

Oh, that really-- [ no, wait, gonna have some more with an all too pleased sound. ]

That really hits the spot. [ he knows what he's gonna be eating for the next too many hours. ]

This might be one of your better ideas, man.

[Dean always tends to make noises while he eats, which Castiel has always found strange, but Dean seems to find it that pleasurable to experience taste. Should Castiel be doing the same? It would feel odd, so he keeps quiet as he takes another bite, then another.

This pie is going to be gone in a matter of seconds.

When Dean makes that remark, Castiel glances over with a smile curling up the corner of his mouth.] Does that rank above or below deciding to rebel from Heaven?

[Looking directly at Dean had been a bad idea, however, because Castiel finds that he's studying his lips again. If he kissed him now, he would taste like ground meat, wouldn't he?

That's a craving he shouldn't give into, and so Castiel eats more pie to make up for it. Something to fill the void, and before he knows it he's finished it off.]

[ dean's enjoying every bite, and planning on a second one already. with the magic of wonderland at their disposal, the threat of their pies coming to an end doesn't phase him, which leaves him in a great mood. the question does have him blinking for a moment though, then shrugging as he digs for another piece. ]

S'hard to say. [ smile with a glance. ] If you hadn't, you wouldn't be here to tell me 'bout your meat pies. So I'd say the Heaven thing trumps the pie-- but only by a little.

[ a quiet beat. ]

...Plus, if you hadn't rebelled, you'd still be that same too-stiff asshole I met way back whenever. [ they hadn't started on the best of notes, after all. ]

Prefer you like this.

[It's true. So long as they remain right here in the dining room, they never have to worry about their pie supply running low. Castiel needs to keep an eye on Dean, though, as he actually has a limit he could hit. He'd rather he not eat himself sick.

Yet a second pie appears to replace the first, and Castiel takes a bite of it as he considers Dean's words.

Sometimes he thinks back to those earlier days, when he'd first met Dean, and Castiel realizes just how drastic the changes really are.]

And what is 'like this'?

[Dean doesn't even know the extent of it, the things that they've done together, even if most of it is something that only existed in a future that's no longer real. Castiel has the potential to develop a relationship with a human. If there's any sign that he set aside his uptight angel ways, it would have to be that.]

[ dean falls quiet at that, though it's not an awkward silence. instead, he thinks about it for a moment, sends his thoughts back to all the crap they've been through, to the same old barn they'd fist met in. they've jumped through so many hoops, really, their time shared together sometimes feeling more bad than good...

but dean means what he says, that he prefers cas like this, even if he finds he can't quite pinpoint what 'like this' is exactly. ]

I dunno.

[ beat. ]

A little more down to earth. [ maybe that's offensive to an angel, but it's how it is. ]

In the most literal sense.

[Down to earth. It definitely holds a double meaning for an angel. The more time Castiel spends on Earth among humans, the more he changes. Some would call it loosening up, but mainly he's just learning. He'd had Heaven's rules indoctrinated into him for so long that it isn't so simple to break a habit.

It's been a painful process, but he can't say he regrets it either. Not that initial decision, at least. He's definitely made some mistakes since then, the kind that will sit with him always.

Castiel stares down at the pie and he finds that his appetite is gone for the moment -- or rather, shifted. He turn to look at Dean again, quiet as he recalls first the time on Christmas Eve, and then the more recent moment when Dean had thrown caution to the wind and done as he pleased.

Because Dean, or at least a version of Dean, had wanted that. Both times, the kiss had been painfully short, and while Castiel had been willing to set it aside in light of Dean's memories being wiped, right now he can't help but want more.

So he sets his fork down and shifts on the bench to face Dean, setting a hand on his shoulder. He searches Dean's eyes the way he always does, purposeful and serious.] Dean.

[ surprising things always tend to be literal in their line of work. dean's come to expect it with some form of sarcasm almost, though he would have never expected to make an angel of all supernatural things choose him and his brother's cause over the host of heaven.

it's always been such a.. massive thing, the importance of which dean has never really wanted to sit down and think about. especially not with knowing what kind of shit he's dragged cas through since.

either way, dean's eying the pie, intending on digging his fork into it for another mouthful of that utterly delicious thing they'd managed to whip up. but he only gets as far as reaching for it before he feels cas' hand on his shoulder. it's nothing new exactly, though dean turns to look at cas with a raised brow, one that lifts impossibly high as the angel says his name. the words that come are immediate after a hesitant pause. ]

What's wrong?

[ because there's always something up when cas looks at him like that, all deep and too long, with dean left feeling every shade of uncomfortable. sort of. ]

[Is something wrong? Yes, plenty of things. The fact that they're in Wonderland makes the top of that list, but Dean's lost memories come as a close second. They went through far too much here, together, for him to simply forget. Castiel's accepted it, but there are moments like this one where it's difficult.

Too much to explain, and no words to do so with.

Castiel's tongue darts over his lips for a moment, a nervous action that he can pass off as searching for those last bits of flavor from the pie.

Normally, Castiel wouldn't have even come this close, wouldn't have even considered this, but in this moment the craving is too great, something carnal and impossible to explain. He shouldn't be this weak, and yet he tightens his grip on Dean's shoulder to tug him closer.

He throws the rest of his caution to the wind and presses his mouth against Dean's. He tastes like that pie, and that only makes Castiel bolder, spurring him to deepen the kiss.]

[ whatever dean is expecting it's not a goddamn fucking kiss.

maybe something about purgatory, about how tense things had been there... or maybe something about this place, about all the things he doesn't know about, or of the things cas has been through here before. anything, something, but not the kiss. and that's exactly what it is, as much as dean might later try to redefine it as cas falling against him accidentally, bumping his mouth to his-- something ridiculous like that, something only found in his damn asian cartoon porn.

yet cas leans in with intent after tugging him closer of all things -- personal fucking space, cas -- and dean only has half a second to realize as much before he can feel the soft texture of his friend's lips against his. there's the shock of it, the utter confusion over what's happening, and the way his brain short-circuits. in those moments of blanking, cas presses further, and dean finally finds that something which helps him snap back to reality.

the reality where castiel, sort kinda angel of the fucking lord, is kissing him.

dean all but leaps away from his like he's been electrocuted. the pie has been forgotten for the moment, the hunger almost seized up coldly inside of him, caged by the shock. if he's overreacting, dean's not thinking about it, instead he's looking at cas like his friend is anything but the angel he knows, hand touching almost carefully-- then wiping at his mouth. ]

Cas, what the-- what the hell?

[ it should be a shout, but instead it's almost quiet with the way he sounds so entirely thrown. ]

[Even in this moment, Castiel isn't able to indulge in that craving the way he'd wanted to. Or the way this event has made him want to, at least. It will be easy enough for him to claim that there had been nothing more to it than that, once this is all said and done. But just as soon as the kiss starts, it's brought to a grinding halt by Dean yanking away.

Not that Castiel can even blame him for that. As far as Dean's concerned, this kiss has come out of nowhere. Castiel could try to explain, but he suspects that if he spends too much more time around Dean now, it will only bring that urge back all over again. And he's not about to put Dean through something he clearly doesn't want.

Castiel closes his eyes and wipes at his own mouth.] I'm sorry. It's the event, I...

[He stands up suddenly and clears his throat.] I should go.

[Will there be another opportunity to explain everything? Perhaps there will be, but it also seems that it would be so much easier to act as if this never happened. That's what Dean will want to do, and Castiel might not mind falling into step with him this time around.]

[ it came out of fucking nowhere and then some. this isn't something-- it's not a surprise dean could have ever seen coming, not here, not back home, just no. or nothing he's admitting to, anyway. and right now, in this moment where he stares at cas, heart hammering crazy loud in his head, all he can wish for is to rewind a moment and to-- he doesn't even know, leave.

but what's done is done and cas is saying something about the event, though dean can barely hear it. all he thinks is cas is gonna launch himself at him again, and attack with his mouth.

instead he suggests he leave and dean can't help but agree. 'course, he can't manage that for the moment verbally either, but the tell-tale sound of wings would be most welcome right about now.

eventually though, his agreement turns into a nod and a gruff; ]

You should-- [ just go. ]

[Dean doesn't want him here, and honestly, after how this has all turned out, Castiel doesn't particularly want to be here either. It's so much simpler to divorce himself from the issue entirely, and some time away from each other might be the best thing right now.

So Dean, who usually wants nothing more than for Castiel to stay, tells him to go. Castiel mirrors his nod and shifts away, so that he doesn't have to look at Dean's face anymore.]

I'm sorry. [It bears repeating, and as Castiel takes a breath he spreads his wings. With one large flap, he takes off, leaving Dean to an empty dining hall and a half-eaten meat pie.]

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