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[IC CONTACT FOR ADSTRINGENDUM.]

[No active post and you need to get ahold of Crowley? Come here!]

You are right here still talking to me.

[Jerk.]

You've rescinded your offer of clothing removal, so I've officially lost interested in the sound of your voice.

[There's a kind of gross squelching sound.]

-- that's a bit too purple to be a liver.

[AGGRESSIVE SIGH for him anyway but it's barely a faint sigh for normal people. He's about to make a sassy comment when he hears that gross noise.]

What are you doing?

I need the liver of a mongoose for a ritual.

[This is

entirely self explanatory and normal.]

[Well now he's interested.]

What ritual?

I'm missing a piece of my memory, and as my psychotic memory-drilling ex-wife is currently lost somewhere, I've little other option but to attempt alternative medicine.

[There's little point in lying, after all, and Castiel is pretty knowledgeable in this area. So why not?]

[...There's a whole bunch of things wrong with what he just said said.]

You're attempting a ritual to modify your memory? How did you lose the piece you are missing?

I've done far more unbelievable things with far less, oh ye of little faith.

[His voice is a bit more quiet, now, less brass, more... thoughtful and considered.]

I think the Animus took it.

[Silence for a few moments.]

If you think the Animus took it, then my incredulity becomes concern that you lost far more than your memory.

[Because this sounds like a terrible idea.]

Nothing is impossible.

[Almost bored, anticipating the comment.]

Of course not. But using a silver knife in an attempt to kill an angel isn't likely to get you results.

[And that's what this is, to him: using completely the wrong tool to try to fix a problem.]

It isn't likely, but that doesn't necessarily mean it won't work.

[Quietly.]

They took something that belongs to me, and I am going to get it back. There's little else to say, Castiel.

[Castiel sighs, because he knows when there's no point in arguing with Crowley.]

Fine.

If you die, I am raiding your house for your magical artifacts.

[Just being practical.]

Over my dead lifeless body, you vulture.

[THEY'RE HIS HE PUT HIS NAME ON THEM

pause]

You can have one magical artifact.

The dog gets the rest.

That is the point.

[A pause.]

What good would your items be to your dog?

[The most incredulous tone.]

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