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The man turned his head lightly off to the side, hand reaching to their under jacket with the realisation-- someone else other than that Vessel were present here. Dean's eyes flickered off to the silhouette stood by the window, hands behind back, facing it. His expression narrowed now, words stuck in their throat as they glanced to Sam, and back to The Angel. ***".. Who's your friend? Don't tell me there's more of you."*** Dean gestured their hand, flicking it towards the figure away from them. Castiel blinks once, their expression shifting in-between brow furrows and a raise, turning their head towards the figure themselves. ***"I don't think I have to tell you that, nor do I think you would believe me."*** He states, adjusting their posture carefully assumed-- in the presence of *that* one.
Dean's expression sours, glancing over towards Sam for support here- and nothing. The younger one shrugs, ***"Why.. exactly wouldn't we believe you?"*** He asks, cocking their head so slightly off to the side in their confusion, ***"We'd.. believe your word anyway if you just saved us."*** Sam's hand gestures to the talisman, a warning from a witch Castiel-- or assumed, the two vessels had stopped from the word's "we" earlier.
Castiel bites his inner cheek, eyes roaming now in his own thought process, appearing as he was unsure if the figure was going to reveal themselves to the two brothers or if he was going to have to sound the trumpets while he proclaimed who the vessel *truly* was. Just as he opened his mouth, sound not even leaving him before Dean shouted up his own response. ***"Well?! I'd /really/ love to know, I don't like you having random beings in our rooms, especially when we have something to hunt!*** He waved another hand, almost wanting to leave right there and then due to the absurdity-- and they already KNEW who they were after, a witch, they had to leave before the witch realised their incantation hadn't worked!
***".. At ease, Dean, Sam."*** The Figure-- *Now* finally opened their mouth, voice-- deep and smooth, and the accent was.. strangely Scottish. Another brit-- great, he just hoped it wouldn't be another Bella situation. ***"It's- quite alright Castiel, if you'd like to return, I wouldn't mind having a small chat with these two."*** They turned upon heel, pivoting so slowly it felt like tensions were rising in both of their stomachs. Castiel nods, and with a glance away-- was gone in the next second.
A Blindfold, steel circle rim glasses.. freckles. A fashion sense- apparently too, their attire wasn't short of shoving anything on, it appeared to have runes of its own written onto the fabrics or.. hand-crafted. Dean scoffs now, realising Castiel's disappearance, the Angel listened to this guy... So what was he then? Megatron?
The Vessel.. smiled at them, their grin raising- fangs peaking through the soft flesh underneath their nasal. ***"Your thoughts are actually quite funny, you kid around too much."*** A glance between them both, head swiveling as in a greeting. Sam's eyes widened, their eyebrows furrowing in deeper as Dean nearly matched his expression-- not in curiousity, but in aggitation at the attitude of this one.
***".. And who the Hell are you? Some kinda .. All-Angel?"*** Dean waved his hand-- he was done with Castiel's games by now, they had a JOB to DO, not stuck here being held back by Heavenly business or anything hes been dragged out of the layers for. I mean come on--! Sam placed their hand open onto Dean's shoulder, trying to hold him back like some small-dog about to bite. ***"Dean."*** He warns, glancing back forwards to this figure. Something was off-- very off.
Sam licks his lips, thinking of what to say in his mind before cocking their head once more, raising an eyebrow, ***"So are you?"*** Dean frowns now, turning his gaze slowly to Sam. ***"I was asking that, you bitch."***
***"Now.. Now.."*** The figure raised their open hands, a gesture of surrender, that smile over face. ***"Apologies, I really should've introduced myself, really-- if this is so sudden, and as a sorry, I could help you two with the witch problem."*** They re-clasped their hands behind their back, Dean and Sam now only realising the vessel's hair was black-to white, and not in a fade. It was like cow-shed, bodges of black and white in different places, it was strange to see upon hair. ***".. What's with the hair?"*** Dean asks, nudging Sam now. A joke was not returned, Sam shook his head in disproval and turning its head back forwards. ***"May you introduce yourself? And-- the witch problem we can deal wi--"*** ***"No, No, I want to go to that new bar. If he can deal with it-- why don't we go have some fun?"*** ***"Dean!"***
The Vessel blinks as the two bicker, back and forth on working or if Dean was going to catch another bar-lady whilst in there, especially if the offer was given for the job to be dealt with-- and to have real relaxation in the town, why wouldn't he take it?! Sam and Dean slowly glance back to the figure, a blanked stare while they waited for the brothers to finish their sibling fight. ***"Finished..?"*** It asks, raising an eyebrow from under the bandage.
The two brothers nod, rolling their eyes across the walls and they slowly turn back to face away from each other while they figured this sitation out-- and who this person was. ***"To answer your question-- No, I am not the All-Angel."*** A light nod of its head as it spoke, ***"You may refer to me as Ludexium-- or preferably, Myonir upon Earth, the names a bit less of an obvious--"***
Sam cuts him off, ***".. Ludexium?"*** A blink, hands quickly wrestling to their journal belt, something about an old book-- said to have been brought from another part of the Realm's conveniently found on a hunt by Bobby. ****"Like the .. Pillar? Hang on."*** He opens the book, but-- unable to read it. Ludexium, now named, raised their index and floats the book from Sam's hand over to their own. ***"Ah. Oh. That is.. a unique depiction."*** He squints, glancing at the page with a few small chuffs coming from it at the words and drawings across all of them. ***"Yes-- /That/ Ludexium."*** A toss of the book and it was back in Sam's hands, and frankly-- the man seemed jaw dropped, patting Dean's forearm a few times, each hit getting harder.
***"Sorry- Sir-- I mean, Ludexium."*** Sam mumbles, glancing between Dean and the figure. Dean-- appeared heavily confused at the sudden maturity of Sam, well, the poshy stuff anyway. ***"Can we talk alone?"*** He gestured an index between Dean and himself. Ludexium, in response nods gently, ***"I'll be waiting outside-- just say my name and I'll come back inside."*** Sam smiles awkwardly, nodding a few times himself.
Once Ludexium walked past, he pulled Dean aside with a stumble and looked at him once the door closed. ***"That's the one Castiel was /talking/ about."*** Sam looked serious, and he didnt seem joking either, he quickly reopened the book and flipped to the depictions. ***"It's not him in the.. drawings, but its HIS vessel!"*** A point to the page a few times, seeming suddenly overwhelmed.
Dean blinks, raising an eyebrow as he tries to understand Sam's scramble of this person. ***"Wha.. You mean--."*** He squints now, word's slowly connecting. ***"The One.."*** His expression widens as he looks abit more horrified than anything. ***"So, you're telling me-- THAT'S the one Castiel booklicks?"*** Sam's hand quickly slams over Dean's face, expression seriousing even heavier. ***"Dean, I'm serious! That-- being.. vessel, I dont know, could really help us here! I mean-- He's literally.."*** Sam exhales now, taking a step back and wiping his spare hand down his face as sweat fell from him. ***"He could help /me/ for crying out loud, like-- what if he could remove the demonic blood from me. Make me normal again?"***
Dean's eyes narrowed, raising his hands, ***"Let's not get to hasty, Sammy. What do you mean hes.. what?"***