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[Scott looks around uncertainly to see if there's anyone else around, but nope. Just him. Who is this guy?]

Hi?

[ The Doctor is going to just stare back at Castiel with equal intensity. ]

Hello.

[ In his hand is his sonic screwdriver, and he looks down at it wondering if it is the object of interest. ] Oh! Are you looking at this? Or... [ The Doctor glances at the door he is trying to pry open. ] ... That!

Good morning, citizen.

[His visor tilts down slightly. Alex doesn't seem to care if Castiel is within his personal space. It would've bothered the old Alex Murphy way back when, the whole having a stranger right in his space thing, this guy who seems to have no idea what blinking is]

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[Okay. Good. He can work with this.] My name's Castiel.

[Oh, boy. Somebody's been reading How to Make Friends for Dummies again, haven't they? And is, evidently, taking the whole maintain eye-contact thing kinda literally. Yup, still staring. Might wanna do something about that, Castiel. Try, you know, moving the conversation along.] Erm. What's yours?

[That might sound like a bit of an odd name if it weren't for the fact that his best friend's real first name is one he can't actually pronounce and he nicknamed himself Stiles instead because he hated it so much.]

Scott. [There's a hint of caution to his voice, even though his smile is faint and friendly.]

Everything okay, Castiel?

Hey! What's up?

Neither. [Doesn't beat around the bush, does he? Or have any concept of personal space apparently, since he takes a step closer to the Doctor, leaning into him, peering.] You're... wrong, somehow.

[Oh, okay, and now there's some sniffing. Whatever Castiel thinks is off with him, he can somehow detect it in his scent.] You're arranged differently. [But about the door.] And I'm pretty sure that what you're attempting to do is a felony.

You look very - [Dangerous. Unusual. Impressive?] - shiny. [Yes, shiny, which, in Cas's experience of humanity, is pretty unusual. He resists reaching out to actually touch him - he might not know enough about social norms to not seem, well, weird but he knows that poking crosses a line - and instead stuffs his hands into his pockets, tilting his head.] I wasn't aware that technology had advanced to this stage.

[Shrugs.] But, to be fair, the last time I checked you were still rubbing sticks together.

Yes. [Manners, Cas.] Thank you, Scott. [Right, so this is the part where physical contact is involved, isn't it? To seal the bond, so to speak, although Cas is pretty sure that that's not exactly how his book phrased it.]

[Castiel thrusts a hand at him.] It's nice to meet you? Relatively speaking, I mean. I haven't really had the opportunity to meet very many people yet. [Obviously. That's the thing Scott's going to come to learn about Cas; he's just a literal kinda guy.]

[Stares right back with a raised eyebrow.]

Yes?

Nothing. I was just -- observing. [Obviously. But thank goodness for Sam and Dean, huh? It's only because Castiel's been hanging around them for such a long time - for better or worse - that he knows not to take the phrase literally. Now that would make him look like a creeper, wouldn't it?]

[Of course, it doesn't mean that he's going to stop staring.]

Observing is good. Let's you get a lay of the land before making any kind of rash decisions. Or decisions in general. Because you should look before you leap. [Not that Babs ever really takes that advice herself. But she sure hears it a lot.]

[Oh, Derek. Bad idea. Because Castiel knows a werewolf when he sees one - don't ask him how or he'll go on a rant about the arrangement of subatomic particles and you really don't want that - and he doesn't exactly take kindly to them. Angels are dicks that way.

And that metallic snikt on the edge of his hearing? Is the sound of Cas's angel blade slipping out from the sleeve of his trench coat. Congratulations, Derek. Not only did you find an angel - which, in itself, isn't necessarily a good thing - you found one with the instincts of a hunter.]

[Derek did hear that and his body tenses. Castiel smells human but there's something off about it. Derek keeps his distance to the other man, eying him cautiously and watches his every move. He spots the sword in his hand and that's enough to send off warning bells in his head.]

There's no need of swords here.

[Loki's eyes are going to narrow in suspicion immediately, the line of his shoulder growing taut with tension because he can see, sort of, see what this being truly is. His magic perceives light and ice and power tightly folded to fit in this unassuming vessel and the discrepancy makes him wary, almost uncomfortable. He tilts his head to the side and doesn't reply.]

[ The Doctor's similar lack of respect for personal space only seems to apply when he's the one doing the invading. He steps back when Castiel starts to sniff, and he swats at him with the hand welding the sonic. ] Oi! You're a bit invasive!

[ But the very thought of being called, wrong and arranged differently is almost insulting. ] Wrong?! I'd have you know, I'm arranged just fine for my species! [ And, leaning forward The Doctor does some space invading of his own that involves lots of peer, and probing with his sonic. He has since forgotten about the door he was trying to pry open. ]

Stuffing yourself into a human skin is so...[ The Doctor rolls his eyes with a look of disinterest. ] ...overdone!

Shiny? [Alex's voice has a distinct electronic double-tone to it. He'd almost, almost sound amused if it wasn't for that flat line his mouth is pressed into. (Don't worry: it's his neutral face. It's also his "your have two seconds to comply" and "you require immediate pacification" faces.

It's multi-purpose like that.]

You don't register as inebriated. [Alex would've been able to pick up on that, even if Castiel wasn't so close he would've probably gotten decked in the face if he tried this with anyone else. The stubble on Castiel and the rumpled clothes seem to indicate "transient". Substance abuse is common with transients, after all] The RC-2000 program has been in place for weeks, now. It's not new.

[Oh Lord, Dean is not in the mood today. He's sitting at the desk of the library in the Men of Letters home base nursing a bottle of whiskey to his chest. There were days when Castiels' sudden appearance would cause the hunter alarm but now he doesn't even seem to notice when the angel pops in.

Sighing Dean takes a long swing from the bottle, his eyes searching the page of the heavy leather book sitting in front of him.]

What you want, Cas.

My apologies. [Sure, he says the words but it doesn't really sound like he means them. He does, however, have the good grace to look at least a tiny bit sheepish.] My friends have told me I need to work on my idea of personal boundaries. [To paraphrase. What they actually said was, "Cas! Get out of my ass!"

In restitution, he allows the zapping of the screwdriver, wrinkling his brow at is as the Doctor waves it in his face.] That device, it can detect my true form?

No, I don't drink. [Anything, ever. Or eat or sleep for that matter because Cas is just special that way. Good news is, he's not offended by the quasi-accusation, not in the least. Mainly because he's been asked that question so many times that it barely even registers with him anymore.]

I suppose that depends on your point of view. In the scheme of things, humanity itself is a relatively new invention. It wasn't so long ago that you were just a speck in the ocean. [Cas, after all, has been here since the beginning, you young whipper-snapper you.]

[It seems like sound advice. Too sound. Cas is suspicious.] That seems very sensible. [Especially for a human, since all of the humans in Castiel's acquaintance seem driven purely by impulse and very little else. He's not sure he knows how to trust someone who actually, y'know, thinks.]

I'm afraid there's every need. [He's not pleased about it, of course not. It's just something that has to be done. Sorry, Derek.] It's nothing personal. I just can't allow anymore people to die.

[It's the reason Castiel beamed down from Heaven or wherever the hell else he'd been to be here, after all. Unexplained murders, totalling five now, and each more gruesome than the last have caught his attention. Admittedly, he hadn't suspected a werewolf was behind it - if he was Dean or Sam, he'd have bet money on demonic activity - but them's the breaks, kid.

Castiel adjusts his grip on the blade, his shoulders tensing. If his wings weren't invisible, Derek would be able to see them unfurling.] I'm sorry.

[Okay, no bother. It may seem a contradiction in terms but uncomfortable silences actually don't bother Castiel all that much, mainly because he's usually oblivious to them. The nut.]

[He tilts his head right back.] You're not one of my Father's creations. Are you?

Doesn't it? Yet so few people actually take it to heart. [Don't you worry, Cas. Babs is a Grade A troublemaker, in that she makes trouble for Batman by nagging him to drink his orange juice every day. In short, she's a monster.]

So anyway, hi! I'm Barbara, or Babs, doesn't really matter. Are you new here?

[Cas just frowns at him.] Nothing.

[The question catches him off guard. He doesn't only come to see Dean and Sam when he wants something from them, does he? Not all that often, anyway. He shifts where he stands, eyes roving to the floor.] I just... wanted to see if you needed anything.

[It's a pretty lame excuse, even for Cas. He steps lightly towards the table, fingering the pile of books that've been set to one side.] Or is this a bad time?

[Within seconds Derek shifts. His eyes glows blue, which probably wouldn't help his case, and his claws are out. He growls and goes into a defensive position. He can see the wings with his werewolf eyes. An actual angel? He hadn't got any more time to consider it. He was ready for battle.] I am not the one you're looking for. I haven't killed anyone. Jennifer Blake, a Darach, was behind these latest murders. Not me. I'm a predator but not a killer.

[He then howls. It's a loud a deafening sound. Scott or any other werewolf would know that he was in danger.]

Look into my head if you must to know that I'm innocent.

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I'm new in town, yes. [It seems an important distinction to make since, y'know, Cas is roughly forty million years old or something. The only thing new that's actually new about him is the body of the man he's possessing and a kick-ass, liberal attitude.] My name's Castiel.

[Cain's mark was searing on his arm. Dean's already sharp edge in his personality and it was getting more deadly by the minute. He felt like he was constantly balancing on a hair thin wire and any moment the hunter dropped his guard his world would just explode around him.

And now he's lashing out at Castiel. Great. With eyes like those yelling at the angel was like kicking a three legged puppy. Way to go, Winchester. Way to go.]

Could do with some pie and the latest issue of Busty Asian Beauties.

[A calloused palm runs over his own face as Dean pushes back away from the table. He looks up at Cas and shakes his head before Dean's pushing himself up out of the chair with the bottle of booze still in hand.]

Nah man, I could use a break. [Just for an excuse to do something Dean walks away from desk to the bar set up they have in the corner. Easy access for all Dean Winchesters many vices sins. Ducking down behind the counter its easy for the hunter to pull out two tumblers and sets them down on the bar. He pours the booze from one glass to the other, watching the amber liquid flow from it's confines like a rapid waterfall. When the glasses were to his satisfaction Dean sets the bottles down on the bar and takes the glasses, walking back over to Cas and hands off one of those ambrosia filled chalices to the angel.]

So what's the news on angel radio?

Don't let anything you've heard before you got here colour your perception. Gotham's a real nice town. In the daylight. Usually.

Castiel's a pretty nifty name.

[ The Doctor looks down at the sonic, while it might tell The Doctor it what Castiel is, but he can tell there is human DNA mixed with something that doesn't quite belong.

And, there is lot of something that doesn't belong there. The Doctor looks up from his sonic screwdriver, and with a smile on his face at the apology. ] Don't worry about personal boundaries! They're so very... [ The Doctor gives Castiel a poke in the chest. ] ... human. And, trust me, I've got friends that tell me to be mindful of my own manners.

[ And, in an answer to Castiel's question. ] Yes and no. It can tell you've got a lot of stuff in you that doesn't mesh well with human genetics. As to what you are, no, it doesn't tell me that much. But, the whole sniffing thing was a dead give away!

[Look into his head? Castiel internally blanches at the thought. No way is he going in there. Nope, it's just not happening. Hell, if Derek only knew that all Castiel needs to do is touch him in order to burn him from the inside out he might not be so gung-ho about it.

But, evidently, he doesn't know so maybe there's an opportunity here. He'll look - it's the sort of thing Dean might ask him to do - and, if Derek is lying, he can destroy him there and then, without the need for more unnecessary violence.

Grimly, Cas raises his free hand. The blade? Stays exactly where it is.] Alright. You have to let me touch you if you want me to read your mind.

[Derek wasn't unfamilair with having someone in his head. His mother was an Alpha who knew how to use her powers. Removing memories should be more unplsesant than reading minds. He thought. Derek stepped up to the angel. He remained shifted however as his guard was still up.]

Do it then.

[While Dean isn't looking, Cas is just... watching him. Scrutinizing, really. He can't help but snatch a quick glance at Dean's arm, at the mark, and wrinkles his nose at it in dissatisfaction. Dean shouldn't have to do this. There are others ways of fighting Abaddon, there have to be.

Castiel just doesn't know what they are.

He allows himself a quiet sigh and just the barest slump to his shoulders as Dean turns back to him. He takes the glass to be courteous but doesn't drink.]

I... try not to listen too often. They're still too disorientated, most of it doesn't make much sense. [Too much screaming. It may have been weeks since the angels fell but there were still some out there looking for vessels, alone and confused.

The thought prompts him to take a swig of the whiskey and he's dissatisfied to note that that the burn of it is less satisfying than when he was human.]

And there's no mention of Abaddon. I don't think half the angels are even aware of what's happening. [And the other half want Castiel's head on a silver platter.]

I'm not easily intimidated. [Except, possibly by archangels and small talk. Those tend to get Cas's palm all sweaty. Figuratively speaking. ]

Thank you, Barbara.

[Dean can feel those heavy blues on him. After spending so much time with the angel he's sort of got this 'sense' when Cas is giving him the creepy stalker glare. The hunter, thankfully, chooses to ignore the look. Instead he puts his efforts in leaning against the edge of the big table as he drinks his whiskey.

Ah, what a burn. Almost numbs the pain. Almost.

Hey now Cas, when you figure that out do us a favor and let Dean know, okay? This guy could do with some other plan for ganking that red headed bitch. The mark is really scarring in to his soul. He can feel all the humaness about him burning up from the inside.

Jade eyes settle on the angel as Castiel takes a swing of the alcohol. Dean can't hide the smile that's on his lips to see some traces of Castiel's mortal life digging its way out of that angelic garbage.]

Don't give a shit unless it's directly effecting them, huh? What a bunch of winged dicks.

I agree. [He's got to hand it to you there, Dean. You always did have these feathery bastards pegged.] They don't realize that they have a stake in this too. They're more vulnerable than they realize.

[And whose fault is that, eh, Cas? Not to mention all of this 'we' crap. Let's face it, without his grace - his real grace, the one Metatron hacked out of his throat - he's pretty much useless against something as powerful as that Hell bitch and her demons.]

[Good luck hauling Cas's sorry ass around the battlefield, Dean. You're gonna need it.] I'm sorry, Dean. I'm trying to help but I'm... Well. Limited.

Low and behold. Castiel is finally with the program. The world must be ending. [God Dean can't help but be a massive asshole. What is wrong with him?] Well you know your family. They've always been pig headed and stupid.

[Oh shut up. Like Dean had much of a choice. The demon has to die.

Baby in a trench coat. Some things never change. Even if Castiel's costume did.

Oh yay. Something to look forward to.]

Yeah yeah yeah, don't apologize for not being able to get it up. We all have our moments.

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[Alex is currently thinking Castiel is guilty of possession - and influence - of some unknown substance. As substance abuse goes, though, Castiel's one of the more polite offenders he's ever met: no pleading about the stash, no "b-but Officer", no running or trying to throw punches. Nothing aside from some intense staring that could start fights in the wrong neighborhood and philosophical debates.

Tasing probably won't be necessary. Alex keeps his pistol holstered, staring down at Castiel]

In other words, you have the one life to live. [Alex sounds like he's just repeating something word for word, like a recording]

[Blink. Um. Okay. Is there something on her face? Buffy reaches up to brush a hand over her hair instinctively.]

Hi?

Not in this dimension, no. [Loki sees no reason to lie at the moment.] I am unsure of how your Father fares in mine.

[He grins then, showing far too many teeth to be anything but malicious.]

What do you want, angel? [Somehow, he manages to make that sound as both a threat and a term of endearment.]

That's the spirit! Just, you know, avoid dark alleys. Never hurts to be a little cautious.

Anytime. Welcome to the city.

[...As if reducing a centaur to goo with a plasma pistol wasn't bad enough, Abby had been certain that she'd lured this thing into a dark and hidden alley. There's an awkward silence on her part before she finally speaks, the helmet covering her head modulating her voice and hiding any trace of gender or even emotion in the voice.]

...Hi. [Says the world's most awkward six foot two woman.]

[Sniffing is a perfectly legitimate way of detecting, y'know, things!] I suppose it was rude of me. [Probably. He's pretty sure Dean's chastised him once or twice about that as well. Thinking about it, he really does do that a lot.]

[Ugh. Humans.]

[Castiel peers past the Doctor, at the door he was trying to jimmy open.] Is there a reason you're breaking and entering?

[Oh, you so did not just threaten Castiel's dad, Loki. This angel's got issues.] Nothing of import. Just to know you.

[It's more of a preliminary measure should the situation... escalate. Castiel likes to know what he's up against beforehand if he can help it.]

I deserve that. [Because he does. There's no bigger screw up out there right now with the possible exception of God himself. But that's blasphemy so Castiel's just going to shut his trap on that one.

Not to mention that he's still working on the whole forgiveness thing. Still mostly full, he sets the glass down on the desk, attention back on those books Dean's been combing through.] You said you wanted a break. Let me relieve you of duty. [So to speak.] I can go through the rest of these if you want.

[ The Doctor's been known to lick things, so he doesn't have room to talk even if he hasn't licked anyone. Yet.

When Castiel brings his attention back to the door, The Doctor shifts from right to left with either a look of embarrassment or guilt. He then walks back over towards the door he is still trying to open. ]

I left something of importance on the otherside, and I would like to be able to get it back. [ Reuniting himself with the TARDIS is important, and he goes back to using the sonic to attempt to get the door open. ] I'd hate to see what would happen if someone got their hands on her.

[Dean clenches his jaw, looking over at Castiel before he sighs and runs his hand over his own face.] No. No you don't. I'm just being a prick.

[There was a click in his jaw as Dean felt his body shift. He was nursing his drink pretty close before he tipped his head back and just downed the entire thing. Licking his lips the hunter kicked out a chair for Cas before reclaiming his own spot on the other chair and opened up a book.]

It'd be faster if we work together.

[Daddy issues? Takes one to know one.]

I'm assuming you do not mean biblically, because that would be rather forward of you.

[Loki raises a mocking eyebrow. He has no intention of picking a fight if it can be avoided, but he can't resist the opportunity for mischief when he sees it.]

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