watch the fires rise, burn through my skin [open]

[thedevilwhorose]

Who: Lucifer et al
When: December
Where: Thorne, Horizon, island later in the month prob
What: Catch-All
Warnings: Violence



When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
With the hounds of hell comin' after you
I've got blood
I've got blood on my name ♫
[Will match style.]

Comments

Angels + Dean / angel radio

[thedevilwhorose]

Why not try out your new-found 'responsibility' vibes, Gabe, and go to the island to help scour it before we burn it to the ground?

Michael can supervise.

[righteously]

( somewhere in Cadens, on the roof of a house, Dean's head whips up and jerks around, as though searching for the source of a voice. a look left. a look right. a blink. a squint.

nothing.

????? )

[notrunninganymore]

First: why the hell would I do that?

Second: why the hell do you want me to?

[familysucks]

I'd care to know the same.

[Would you look at that, he and Gabriel are on the same page today.]

[thedevilwhorose]

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I have to babysit when I'd rather be making sure this chapter of nonsense is actually closed.

Some form of intelligence--which would be you two, for the record--involved would be just a bit appreciative instead of anyone that decides to show up for a sightseeing tour.

[notrunninganymore]

Flattery will get you everywhere, bro.

Fine, I guess I can put my very important plans aside for a few days.

[righteously]

( both out loud and via radio, a new voice enters the chat: )

What the ever-loving hell is happening right now?!

[familysucks]

[Whatever mean thing he was about to say about Gabriel's readiness to say 'yes' to anything is abruptly converted to the same confusion Dean must be feeling.]

You tell me. How are you hearing this? What did you do?

[thedevilwhorose]

[Gabe is easy, wow

but

what the actual--]

[notrunninganymore]

[Don't shame him!!!

But yeah, new and more pressing issue suddenly, and he finds he's actually a bit speechless because seriously, wtf.]

[righteously]

I didn't do anything- is that- Michael?!

( down on the street, a passing neighbor stares up at him like he's insane. probably because he's a lone man on a roof having a vehement conversation with himself, still very much out loud. his neighbor quickly ushers their child inside, shooting him a wary look as they go. )

[familysucks]

None other.

[How many times is he going to have to introduce himself around here? He misses Heaven and the instant recognition the Host had for him.]

You're listening in on a means of communication only angels are capable of, and you're telling me you haven't done anything?

[righteously]

No, I haven't done anything, unless re-shingling the roof-

Wait...

Is this angel radio?!

( Oh hell no

Nope

No

Do not want

Turn it off

And lo, abruptly, ya boi nearly breaks his neck falling off the roof, forgetting he has wings, barely managing to catch the edge of the ladder he goes skidding down as he barrels through the house calling out for Free Cities' foremost expert — who has literally already heard the entire conversation. )

Cas!

[notrunninganymore]

Yeah, welcome to the cool kids' table, apparently.

You really expect us to believe you didn't do anything? You?

[No offense, but come on Dean, this is really hard to believe.]

[thedevilwhorose]

I thought maybe he was done with the angel envy but man, Dean, how much can you call yourself human anymore?

[righteously]

Both of you shut up, I'm trying to figure out how you turn this off. Get out of my head. How do you get rid of it? Jesus fucking Christ, what the Hell, dude. Absolutely not.

[unwings]

I will go to the isla-

[ he was starting to say, but then - Dean. this nonsense is news to cas as much as it is to his brothers, and he's having a moment of shock, until some chaotic thudding coming from the roof, and Dean's call for help. ]

He hasn't done anything, it's the Singularity. Can this conversation be revisited later?

[ cas comes running down stairs, little patience for michael's need to interrogate and more alarm for what the sweet fuck this world is doing to his friend/lover/intensely codependent human counterpart. he dashes through the house, hoping he finds Dean before his brothers break his brain. ]

Dean? Try to calm down, I'll teach you how to turn it off.

[familysucks]

I don't believe it from you any more than I believe it from him.

[But he will give that possibility some thought. It's just as likely that Abraxas has granted him this 'gift' as it is that it's a result of something Dean has gotten into for other reasons.]

Given this conversation is no longer private—I believe everything that needed to be said has been.

[Fine, maybe he'll go to the island. Just to keep an eye on Gabriel, though, who is apparently happy to be an idiot as long as you pay him a compliment.]

[notrunninganymore]

[Gabriel, on the hand, is more inclined to believe that Dean didn't do anything because Castiel's backed him up, though that's mostly because he thinks Castiel would just spill the beans immediately on something like this. Perhaps not a totally fair assumption, but then again, ultimately it doesn't matter.

What matters is that now he has an opportunity to start blasting offkey recorder music through angel radio.

He could've spared his brothers, but he doesn't. You're all welcome.]

[unwings]

Why would we need him to listen in on you when I do it naturally? The Singularity has been granting him angelic abilities since we arrived.

[ between michael's skepticism and the 'no longer private', as if they expect Cas doesn't tell dean everything they say regardless, he's rolling his eyes so hard the vibe alone could come across the frequency.

and— oh my dad, is that a recorder? ]

Gabriel. Unhelpful.

[righteously]

You think I want-

( OFF KEY RECORDER SOUNDS

DOOT DOO DO DO DOOT, DO DOOOOOOOT- )

I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna straight-up mur-

( It's roughly around this point Cas manages to coax him into shutting the doors on his brain. Goodnight, Angel Radio! )

@cas, branching off the in-person stuff over here

[righteously]

I am calm!

( He snarls, calmly — clearly distracted by the argument he's already formulating in his head to fire back at Michael. )

[unwings]

Well, your 'calm' is very loud.

[ grabbing dean's arm, cas drags him to the closest chair and begins to search around for something to write on/with. ]

Do you remember what I once said about frequencies?

[righteously]

Cas, literally nobody remembers anything you say about frequencies!

( That is... so much more rude than he meant to be but Dean Winchester is Not Good at keeping his temper in check when Brain Shenanigans are happening, sorry angel husband. )

[unwings]

Then this should teach you to pay attention more often.

[ it's Fine. his lips press and eyes dart up to the heavens as if he still counted his angelic nature sparing him from rudeness. snatching some paper, he draws a wavey line and what looks like the buttons and knobs on Baby's radio panel. ]

Focus on me, and breathe. [ he reaches out, hands on framing Dean's face as he wills him to center himself. Despite Gabriel's obnoxious Titanic tribute. ] The knob you use to change stations in the Impala - it's the same concept.

[ The less then stellar diagram is held up between them. ] Envision it.