5891/The Librarian: Questions and Drinks

The Librarian: Questions and Drinks
Date of Scene:	01 December 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Cas and Sam have beer, discuss chairs, ancient cults, witches with computers and who has to get the remote.
Cast of Characters:	Sam Winchester, Castiel
Tinyplot:	The Librarian

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Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam drove back from Gotham after coffee with Willow, stopping downstairs to grab a sixer of beer and what could roughly be called chicken wings from the lunch counter.

The beer he trusted, the food? It was 50/50 but hey, he had an angel to help if it came to it, right.

Coming up the narrow stairs, he unlocks the appatment and steps inside calling, "Hey Cas, brought us beer and hot wings."

He looks about for the angel.

Castiel has posed:
Castiel is sprawled on the lounge chair, though sprawled is perhaps the wroong word. He seems more to be trying to figure something out about it, forcing the lever back and forth and back and forth, putting the chair through its lounge positions. "I do not like this. Not one bit."

Not that he elucidates what his issue with the thing is. It should also be noted that it's still Dean's chair, not Cas's. And while Cas had most certainly been living here, he also seemed to still have his apartment on the side - an apartment that *still* was only furnished with that single lounger that one Clint Barton had purchased for him.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Of the things Sam could catch the angel doing, playing with Dean's chair wasn't bad. Sam, shakes his head, sets down the wings, grabs a beer and tosses it to the angel.

"What's wrong with the chair?" he asks as he grabs a beer for himself.

Sam at least suspected Castiel still had his own place, but, only because he didn't figure Castiel knew how to sell it, or rent it out. Likely wasn't a lot of sub-letting in heaven.

And to be honest, Sam was glad of the company. Not that'd he admit it.

Castiel has posed:
"The chair is broken," the angel declares. It's odd, or someone other than Sam might find it odd, but he still hadn't been broken of wearing his trench coat indoors. It was debatable if he 'slept'. He certainly hadn't been caught using the shower (did angels need to shower?). In fact, there were any number of the finer points of humanity that Castiel still hadn't been introduced to.

"My ass feels wrong."

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam flinches. "Yeah, didn't need to be thinking about your ass," he grumbles cracking his beer before setting it down and standing again.

"And maybe," sigh. "Your ass feels wrong because you've got a trenchcoat bundled up under it. "Either that, or you're just not used to Dean's butt groove."

Not that there had been much time for the chair to shape to Dean's butt before he dragged it out the door.

The other bits of humanity Cas fumbled with hadn't gone unnoticed. There was a notebook in Sam's room and everything. Though at least even if he didn't shower, he didn't smell, except when he came back from the bar, so Sam could live with that.

Castiel has posed:
"My ass," Castiel says with a hint of slyness the angel of a year ago didn't possess, "talks too much."

His brow furrows, though, craggy eyebrows bunching in the middle like a great hairy catepillar as he takes in Sam's words. "Hrm. The coat, huh? And I didn't need to be thinking about Dean's ass groove. Speaking of your brother, has he any plans to come back?"

Castiel had recently started using contractions. He'd been around humans long enough that they were slowly slipping into his vernacular. However, Dean was a concern. He'd been gone a while now, and while Cas /could/ just go find him, he'd also been chewed out by the older brother about giving him some space, and as long as the danger beacons weren't firing, Castiel had been trying to honour that.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam isn't used to that slyness, not yet, but when he connects the dots... "Oh god, Cas, really?"

He moves back to his seat shaking his head.

As to his brother. "You'd have to ask him, he's been vague, I think he's sulking because I didn't just hop in Baby and go with him when he asked." Sam frowns, unsure of that decision. "Like it was the worst thing in the world to want to stick around somewhere for a bit. I mean, I died for god's sake, haven't I given enough to the Life, to deserve to stay somewhere for a bit? I'm still hunting monsters and everything."

Realizing he gone off on a bit of a rant he smiles sheepishly. "Anyhow, point is I'm not sure when he's coming back."

Sam had changed too, or rather begun drifting back towards where he'd been before going back on the road, craving a normal life, a future that wasn't filled with monsters. He even had a few brouchers from Columbia Law, even if he'd stopped short of calling them.

Castiel has posed:
Castiel has already forgotten his joke. "Hrm?" He doesn't dwell though, having other things to eat up his brain cells - like the lounge chair. "It doesn't stay inbetween. And your brother's butt groove is all.. something in the wrong places," he complains. "Like a movie theatre seat. Only without the show to make it worthwhile."

Movies were a thing he's been introduced to by Mercy Thompson. And responsible for a goodly amount of Castiel's naturalization. If you could call it that.

"Yeah, well, Dean said to leave him be," the angel grumbles, tugging the level, the lounge bucking into a reclined position for the moment. "Having a cry baby." Which is Cas's mangling of a Deanism, which is to say, Cas thinks Dean is off pouting. "He'll come back when he's ready. He's not dead yet. I'd know."

Sam Winchester has posed:
The hrm has Sam shaking his head. Angels....

"Stay inbetween? We better not still be talking about butts," Sam complains befoe he nods about the seat. "Well we can get a TV, maybe Netflix," Sam says. They'd avoided that stuff before subscriptions and stuff like that felt too much like settling. Hell, he was still stealing wifi from the guy who left his password on the router default next door.

"You know, make this place more like home," Sam says. "Well, more like my home. I don't know where we'd get clouds and harps and stuff for your home."

"Yeah, Dean's definitely having a cry baby. And glad he's not dead, wait, how would you know? Are you watching him? Or something?"

Castiel has posed:
Sam is given a confused look. "Who was talking about butts? I meant the chair you idiot. The chair has no inbetween. My chair has an inbetween."

It was true. For some reason, Clint had sprung for the delux model - multiple level settings, not just upright and reclined.

"Of course I'm watching your idiot brother. You don't think I got myself ungraced and flung out of the Choir to let him go traipsing across the continent and not keep an eye on him, do you?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Oh!" Sam says when Cas explains. "Like a mode between all the way forward and all the way back, yeah, ours don't do that. I got them on sale."

Granted they were chairs, and any chairs that weren't attached to the chassi of a car was a good one.

"Makes sense, I guess," Sam says of watching Dean. "Just seems weird, the idea of anyone watching us," he says. "I assume you watch me too? Or is it just Dean?" he asks.

Castiel has posed:
"Enh," Castiel grunts, both of the chairs, and being watched. "You and your brother have been a pain in my backside from the start."

Sam gets a glower from the man. "Of course I watch you, you idiot. I saved your brother's soul and brought you back from the dead. Do I have stupid written on my forehead?" Pause. "Don't answer that."

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam smirks, but doesn't answer, though the thought is plain on his face.

"And huh," Sam says of Castiel watching them. "That's slightly disconcerting," he takes a sip of his beer. "Oh hey, did have a question, but, do you know anything about a group calling themselves the Covenant?" he asks.

Castiel has posed:
"Mortals. Everything is disconcerting. You'd think with a lifespan not much longer than a gnat you'd get over that."

Castiel's rumble carries his complaint over to the younger Winchester brother. "Covenant? Huh." Brows furrow into a consternated line. "Can't say.. at least not for a good century or so. You sure that's the name?"

The chair's lever is pulled, setting the man upright again. "You going to hog all that pizza?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
"We're weird like that," Sam says about mortals.

He does however hand over the pizza. "Slice?" he asks.

"Pretty sure that's the name. They're the guys who broke up the book to protect it, and had that blue guy locked up before he got loose," by which he means when he set it loose. "Trying to figure out where they might have hidden the book. A friend of mine thinks the parts of it might have been hidden in other objects to let them be smuggled places."

With that said Sam takes a sip of his beer then opens the carton of wings giving them a sniff. He grabs one gingerly and takes a bite, mmming thoughtfully. Not horrible, but he shuddered to think about how much salt was in them.

Castiel has posed:
"Though you'd never ask," Castiel grumbles, grabbing up a slice and taking a rather huge, undignified bite of it. He speaks with his mouth full, chewing around his words.

"There was a cult went by that name ages ago. Carried on for a couple hundred of your years." Which is to say a blink of an eye to an angel. "They really didn't seem to be anything important. Why, are you saying they are?"

He stops, then, as Sam drops the bit about the book. "Wait. You're saying they have the book? And what friend. Tell me about this friend."

Because there were friends, and /friends/ and the Winchester boys knew some of each. Castiel wasn't sure all of Sam's buddies were appropriate helpers on this little quest.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"They seem to be to this whole book business," Sam explains before nodding when Castiel asks if they have it. "Well, they had it anyhow. It seems to be lost to them too but they're the ones who hid it originally. Sort of like when you-" he was going to say put your keys in a safe place then forget about them, but recognized the simile might not be something Cas would grasp. "Point is, they lost it."

"My friend? She's a witch, but a good one, she works with the Slayer, who's real by the way," he says. "That was a surprise. She's also totally hot."

"Anyhow, I trust them," he says.

Castiel has posed:
Castiel grows both quiet and serious - never a good thing with the angel. "I wouldn't have considered them," he grunts, almsot to himself. "Maybe we should have kept tabs on them. There were a lot of crazy religious groups then, though. All spouting about the Second Coming and the Apocalypse. We didn't pay much mind."

Because not only were there alot of them, but they all knew it wasn't the time of the Second Coming. The Seals hadn't been breached in over a century at that point. There was no danger.

"A witch, huh? No good ever comes of them. Magic. Bah." His comment about 'the Slayer' though (well, comments) stops Castiel's train of thought. "Real? Of course she's real. Or they're real. Think we put all our eggs in one basket? You really are dumb, aren't you? And you're supposed to be the smart one." Castiel just shakes his head at the younger Winchester brother. "Hot. And you trust them. sounds like a Hallmark ad." Again, the movies can be thanked for that, and a midafternoon matinee with holiday trailers already starting to rear their ugly heads.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam helps himself to another hot wing. "Yeah, seems like that's how these guys have survived so long, flying under the radar," a beat. "Do I need to explain that one to you?" he carries on. "And yeah, I get it, they're all a bunch of nuts going on about something you know isn't happening. I'd tune them out too."

"That's what I said too, about witches, but I don't know, she seems alright, and she got really indignant when I said her power came from demons." Sam nods about the Slayer, "Yeah, I know that /now/ but c'mon, the one girl in all the world to fight the vampires and demons etc etc, all that stuff sounded like a hunter fairy tale. It's not like the powers that be have been doing us any kind of solids like that."

"And you know Hallmark?"

Castiel has posed:
Castiel scoffs, "Their power doesn't come from demons. Well, not all of them. No more than yours does but could." Not that Sam and Dean had powers, but the analogy was close. More, Cas meant that power of any sort could be corrupted. "I'll have to talk to..."

And then it hits him. Castiel really hasn't anyone to tell about this little matter. Of course he was doing this favour for someone, but they weren't going to care about the fact that maybe the Choir had overlooked some groups they shouldn't have. It was precisely pointing out that sort of hubris that had had him stripped of the bulk of his Grace.

"Hallmark?" Castiel gives a grumble that would suffice as a blink in anyone else. "Some company makes girls cry and men want to buy cards. I don't know. Seems stupid."

Sam Winchester has posed:
"That's not exactly comforting," Sam says about the witches. Then when Castiel trails off Sam cocks his head. "Talk to who Cas?" he asks.

"And you and Dean have the same veiw of them. I don't know though, I kind of like them," he says. "Not their movies though, they're all too sappy for me." Which was saying something.

Castiel has posed:
Sam is treated to a look of pure disgust. "You like them?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam looks back at Castiel, hands spreading: "What? Some of those cards are cute."

Castiel has posed:
"You've seen the ads, haven't you?" Because Castiel had. Six of them already since last weekend. Cas, it seemed, watched a lot of movies. Both at the theatre and on television. Another reason he liked the boy's apartment and had mostly moved in - they had a tv. He didn't.

"So, these friends of yours. You found a Slayer?" A grunt from the angel, who seems to know already that there are two of them. "And you're still worried about the little witch? It didn't occur to you that the Slayer part cancelled out the demon bit?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Not really," Sam says of the ads. "I don't get a lot of TV time." He'd seen the ads but he wasn't going to fess up to liking them too.

"And yeah, her name is Buffy, Willow's the witch," he says. "And good point, I guess if Willow was demon possessed Buffy would be able to tell."

"Anyhow, is there any way we can follow up on these Covenant guys? Figure out what they're about?"

Castiel has posed:
Castiel snorts as Sam wakes up to the fact that Buffy most certainly would have dealt with her friend if she'd been demon possessed or influenced. Or so he believed. In truth, he wasn't sure how far someone would have be be under the influence of a demon for the Slayer to employ measures.

"I can see what I can find. Likely they go back further than we think. Maybe another name. The Second Coming cults all appealled to the masses with names that made them sound good. Covenant fits in with that. Could be all they are. Could be just one in a string. I'll see what I can find. You could do the same."

Castiel was fairly certain mundane records probably tracked the group more faithfully than a bunch of haughty angels had, given how they'd overlooked them to the point that he, himself, hadn't known of their involvement with the book he was looking for.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam nods in agreement with Castiel. What he said made sense the name of the group would change with the times, though it didn't make things any easier for finding them. "We're already looking, Willow's doing her computer thing and I am going to hit up my own contacts plus give Bobby a call to see if he's heard of them."

He looks down at his beer. "Might even call Dean, see if there's anything in dad's journal." Because of course Dean took that with him.

Castiel has posed:
"Computer thing?" Castiel seems perplexed. "I thought you said she was a witch?" Of course there were many flavours of witches, and divination and scrying wasn't necessarily what this Willow was good at.

The other he nods to. "Might be a good thing. Remind him what your voice sounds like." Castiel's words are still gruff, but they're soft enough that it's clear he's fond of the boys. That, or he really has been watching too many Hallmark ads.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"She's a witch who uses compuers," Sam says. "Not sure if it's entirely a computer thing or if she uses magic with computers but anyhow, she's apparently really good at it."

As for calling Dean, Sam mulls it over. "Yeah, I'll give the jerk a call. Might be good for him to hear someone with some sense for a change."

"So are there any other avenues we should be taking here to track these guys down? Just want to be sure we're not missing anything."

Castiel has posed:
"Witch with computers?" If it's possible, Castiel hasn't heard of it, and he knows pretty much every venue of magic there is. He doesn't practice it, but he's probably one of the single most authorities on the subject.

The angel doesn't let Sam know he'd gotten one over on him on that front, merely giving a considered grunt of, "Some sense? Between the two of you, you don't have the sense He gave a rock." Totally mangling the old adage. "I'll let you know about the avenues, though. I need to check a few sources. Could see if there are any splinter groups from that Covenant things. Or if they went by another name prior." One of the same things he, himself, was going to look into. "Other than that, what do I look like? If I knew, would I have asked you to hunt the damned thing down?"

The answer to that is: very likely. Because Cas.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Welcome to the future," Sam says with a grin to the angel. "But yeah, I hadn't heard of it either, but, seems like Willow does that."

He gives a shrug and a shake of his head.

"Yeah, love you too, Cas," Sam says with a roll of his eyes. "But I've definitely got more sense than Dean." As to what else they could be doing, Sam nods. "Fair enough. I'll dive in on the research in a bit, in the mean time, want to throw on the TV and finish this pizza and wings?"

Castiel has posed:
Castiel's answer is nothing more than a grunt, and a flip of the chair lever. "Can't. Already comfy. You'll have to." Someone, it seems, is slowly getting the hang of this human thing.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Yeah, yeah," Sam says as he leans over to get the remote. "Jerk," he says in the same way he uses that word on Dean. "Just for that we're watching a Hallmark movie."