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[heraldingangel]

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Prayer: Cas can hear prayers from anywhere. Feel free to call on him anytime and he'll show up.

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[kalesalad]

I'll handle need to know, but you tell me what you want to know - if you think you need to know it.

( It'll be up to him.

Was that easy to follow? Possibly not. He's trying here. Usually, he's better at this, but with all the copies, he's at a loss some of the time, and flying blind others. )

It's -- Dean and I, we're legacies in a secret society. The Men of Letters? There's a bunker in Kansas we were led to... by our grandfather. ( He knows how that sounds. ) They were a group of, of men who stayed on the sidelines and researched. Or, they were supposed to. It's where we live, where we've lived for... seven years.

[heraldingangel]

[ Legacies? His temple furrows at the mention of secret societies. Why does this sound familiar? ]

You know The Men of Letters?

[ He finally interrupts, voice incredulous. He's been spending his night's going through the archives in the bunker. It stored a respectable wealth of knowledge giving him ample time to get to know the secret society. ]

Sam.

[ He shoves a hand into his coat pocket and pulls out a wooden box with the insignia of the aquarian star etched on top. ]

Do you know what this is?

[kalesalad]

( He is a Men of Letters. A man. Member of. Sam frowns, hand hesitating, wanting to reach out. But, it's not being handed over. Just -- shown. )

That's the key to the Men of Letters bunker. How do you ..

[heraldingangel]

[ The key to...

He stares at the box, brows furrowed at the revelation unsure what to make of it. The key opened a building that held an amalgamation of supernatural artifacts and research into the occult. It's why he stayed, aside from needing the shelter. ]

It showed up in my blessing basket.

[kalesalad]

The uh - the basket that Sodder leaves things in. She manifests things we might ask for - or, in this case, not.

You didn't know about the bunker.

( He frowns, puzzling. )

A hint of what's to come? Your blessings basket, not Dean's.

[heraldingangel]

No. [ Why would he? ] Maybe Sodder knew you were coming. All of you.

[ He shakes his head. ]

I got it before Dean arrived here and the other Dean [ his mouth presses together in an almost uncomfortable look before continuing on ] was dead.

[kalesalad]

And she prepared you? With a key we can't use?

( He grimaces, eyes hooded, taking that information in. )

Dean died?

[heraldingangel]

[ Can't use? His brows furrow. ]

It opens a large building. [ He corrects. ] It took me a week to find it but the inscription on the door matched the one on the key.

[ So, he used it and it opened. He's been exploring the inside ever since. With the amount of books in the library, he'd be happy to spend days locked inside, a sentiment that quickly snuffs out with his last question. ]

The one from the other timeline. [ His answers in a neutral tone, eyes shifting away from him. ] Before you, Dean and Jack arrived.

[kalesalad]

( One - one thought at a time, he decides. He addresses them in reverse order. )

I - I heard people die here. I heard especially last month. I didn't know Dean did, too.

( Something else he's going to have to follow up on. Including this, as he squares his jaw and takes a breath. )

What building are you talking about? There's a building here that that key opens?

[heraldingangel]

The month of October seems to hold the highest casualties in the year.

[ He answers in the same tone. Neutral. To the point. ]

It was a canine from what I gathered. Though, I don't know any more than that.

[ He wanted to ask, but it only served his own curiosity, and he won't ask Dean to relive it for his sake, so he remains ignorant of most of the facts. ]

Yes. It's built like a fortress.

[kalesalad]

On the side of a hill? Underneath? And it stretches underneath? It has multiple levels?

( Has he been inside? And how, how is it here? He moves through all the possibilities. Maybe, everything reflecting off Sodder can reflect off of them. It's why someone from a different dimension can conjure a T-rex or Shelob. Because, it's reflected in them.

But, how would she conjure the bunker if Cas had never been. Unless this is about fixed timelines. )

Have you been inside?

[heraldingangel]

[ The description is eerily accurate a thought that's blatant in his face with the way his brows furrow with every word. ]

Yeees. [ He stretches out the word, not quite sure where Sam is going with this or how he got the information. He nods at the second question, not quite sure what he means to get out of it. Why wouldn't he go inside? ]

I spend most of my time in the library. There are rare books on the occult.

[kalesalad]

The bunker. It's here. -- Where?

( He doesn't get it. It speaks to where Castiel will go, if he's from Sam's reality. He's passed the other Cas'. How many realities are involved? They don't know. )

[heraldingangel]

[ With no attachment to the building he located not long ago, he doesn't feel the same pull to it that Sam does. To him, it's simply a place to keep warm while he's human. He hasn't finished exploring all the rooms sequestering himself to the library on most nights. ]

By the lake.

Do you... want to see it?