[ Made aware of his brother's activities by both Jack and Dean, Castiel takes it upon himself to find him. A task that proves easier than he first expected. In the cobwebs of Sam's dreams, he finds the first traces of angelic power. Faint but impossible to miss. Starting at the outer edges, he makes his way through the dream that weaves seamlessly into half-blurred scenes ready to take off at a moment's notice. None sharpen at his approach, they're not there for him. Near the center of woven threads, a scene comes into focus. It's Sam and Jessica. The scene holds the couple captive, caught in the tranquility of the moment, and off to the side, along the rim, stands - ]
Lucifer.
[ Blue eyes settle on the archangel wearing the vessel most familiar to him. Somehow, it's easier to face than Sam's likeness, but his mouth still thins into a grim line. Confronting an archangel has never ended well for him, yet he stands firm near the edge of the dream. The threads that hold the scene together hang loosely but firm bringing a sense of peace to the sleeping soul. A peace he has no intention of breaking. ]
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Lucifer.
[ Blue eyes settle on the archangel wearing the vessel most familiar to him. Somehow, it's easier to face than Sam's likeness, but his mouth still thins into a grim line. Confronting an archangel has never ended well for him, yet he stands firm near the edge of the dream. The threads that hold the scene together hang loosely but firm bringing a sense of peace to the sleeping soul. A peace he has no intention of breaking. ]
We need to talk.