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“We're talking about the Colt, right? I mean, as in the Colt?” Dean asked.
“We are”, Castiel said.
“Well, that doesn't make any sense. I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, uh, kills demons?” Dean asked as a car drove past Castiel.
“What? What? Did—I didn't—I didn't get that”, Castiel said.
Dean laughed and said, “You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cellphone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped”.
“This isn't funny, Dean. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes”, Castiel said.
“Minutes? Why aren’t you using Celeste’s phone?” Dean asked.
“Celeste is back home. She’s sick”, Castiel said, “The stubborn girl refuses to let me help her”.
“Okay, all right. I'm—I'm telling you, Cass, the mooks have melted down the gun by now”, Dean told him.
“Well, I hear differently. And if it's true and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the devil, this is how we do it”, Castiel said.
“Okay. Where do we start?” Dean asked.
“Where are you now?” Castiel asked him.
“Kansas City”, Dean told him. He grabbed the room key and said, “Century Hotel, room 113”.
“I'll be there immediately”, Castiel said.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, come on, man. I just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? I'm human. And there's stuff I got to do”, Dean said.
“What stuff?” Castiel asked.
“Eat, for example. In this case, sleep. I just need like four hours once in a while, okay?” Dean asked.
“Yes”, Castiel agreed.
“Okay, so, you can pop in tomorrow morning”, Dean said.
“Yes. I'll just…” Castiel said.
Dean hung up before Castiel could finish.
“…wait here, then”, Castiel finished.
Dean ended up being sent to 2014 by Zachariah. Dean went by Bobby’s house and found a picture.
Castiel, Bobby, Celeste, and several other people stood in front of a sign that said, “Camp Chitaqua”.
He ended up being kidnapped a future version of himself and found Chuck. “Hey, Chuck, is...Cass still here? What about Celeste?” Dean asked.
“Yeah. I don't think Cass or Celeste is going anywhere”, Future!Chuck told him.
Dean entered another cabin. He found Castiel sat in a circle with several women.
“So, in this way. We're each a fragment of total perception—just, uh, one compartment in that dragonfly eye of group mind. Now, the key to this total, shared perception—it's, um, it's surprisingly physical”, he said.
Castiel spotted Dean and said, “Oh. Excuse me, ladies. I think I need to confer with our fearless leader for a minute. Why not go get washed up for the orgy?”
The women got up and left.
“You're all so beautiful”, Castiel remarked.
A future version of Celeste came out of the back and smacked Castiel on the back of the head.
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Let the Skyfall (UNDERGOING REWRITE)
Fanfiction[Second in the Castiel & Celeste Series] When we last saw Celeste, she was in a coma. Castiel comes back from the dead and brings her out of it. That's when she finds out the truth. The apocalypse is coming and she's stuck in the middle of it. Secre...
