Midnight Manor 1B - Late Wednesday Evening

[single_man_tear]

Dean came back to his room after his date with Jane and...

Sat. And drank. And brooded.

Finally he let out a long sigh and bowed his head. He should probably ask Jane about this first but he knew what the answer might be and didn't want to get her hopes up.

"Castiel who art in... someplace. I need your help."

"I have a-"

God. Did they even have a definition for what they were right now?

"Someone I care about is sick. Cancer. Get your feathery ass down here. I want you to do something about it."

He waited. And waited some more.

"Come on, Cass. Don't leave me hanging."

And then Dean's text notification on his phone went off. Dean picked up and read the message with a groan.

Hello Dean. It's Castiel. I heard your request but neither I nor Jack will intervene. You know Jack's feelings on meddling with human affairs. Chuck did that and look where it took us. Plus if this is about the girl you are seeing, she's not from our reality and is also a god of thunder. There's a conflict of interest. There. Ok. Stop. I don't understand this voice to text technology. Stop. Stop. Go. Send. Maybe if I push the arrow?
Dean groaned. Had it come to this? Seriously? He considered praying again but just accepted that texting was probably going to be easier.
	Seriously Cass? Texting?
Hello Dean. It's Castiel again. I know an in person conversation would be easier however an appearance on your island may attract the attention of squirrels and other entities. It is better if we do not meet in person so this technology is better suited. I have also been informed that people do not call anyone anymore and that they send text messages. Go. Send. What is the point of voice to text if I have to press a button? Go. Send. Fine. I will press the arrow.
I know who the messages are coming from Cass!
And you can edit the messages before sending them.
Now stop screwing around!
Get down here and help me with your healing mojo.
I am truly sorry Dean. You can't save everyone. I know how hard this is for you. We cannot make an exception. This is Castiel in case you were wondering.

Dean tossed the phone on the dresser in disgust and poured himself another drink.

[That Dean texted someone is okay for broadcast. The rest NFB. NFI. Warning: Talk of cancer under the cut.]