Our Lady of Fandom, Monday

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel lead the way to the side of the church lining the graveyard and the broken window. It was a good sized window that had shattered during his conversation with Fiona, though thankfully not a stained glass one. Castiel had known enough to cover the opening to keep the elements out, at least.

"There are tools stored in the rectory. I hope that they may be sufficient for the job."

[ooc: for Morgan, of course, but also open for all your church-y needs]

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[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

Morgan took a look at it for a moment before rubbing at his head.

"I should have what I need back at the shop, if they aren't. And I have to go back there anyway to get the glass once I get the measurements. Thing looks like a pretty standard size, though. I might need your help with lifting it."

[scruffnfeathers]

"I have sufficient strength for the lifting. I require only advisement for the process. The first step will be the measuring?"

[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

He lifted the tape from his belt.

"You got it. Then I have to take out the broken glass and get rid of the old putty. Can I see those tools you've got here?"

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel nodded, turned, took two strides away from the window, and with a fluttering of feathers, seemed to vanish.

He was back moments later with a large, heavy looking red metal tool box.

"You may instruct me in the process, if you wish. I am not easily damaged."

[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

He eyed the angel carefully for a moment before tipping his chin to the glass.

"Take out all the glass, every piece you can find. You need to get it all out."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel studied the frame carefully, then stepped forward to start picking out pieces of glass with his bare fingers. He seemed entirely unconcerned with any sharp edges he might encounter.

"Might I assume that the other members of your team made it off the mountain unscathed?"

[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, they were just fine. Hotch got a little dirty, but that man's made out of teflon and three-piece-suit. I'm pretty sure he intimidated the dust off of him as soon as the bastard was cuffed."

[scruffnfeathers]

The top of the window frame was a bit of a stretch to reach with his fingers, so Castiel instead stepped back, raised one hand to about shoulder height, and made a series of picking motions at the air.

The bits of glass obligingly removed themselves from the frame.

"Is this a power many people of your world have?"

[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

...you'll have to excuse Morgan, he was staring just a little.

"Uh... no. In fact, I was, uh, joking, mostly. Hotch is just a hardass to the n'th degree. Good guy, though."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel had been in the company of Dean Winchester often enough to recognize a metaphorical piece of slang, so while tempted, he didn't ask what the firmness of the man's buttocks had to do with anything.

"And the killer was brought to justice."

[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

"He will be. We've got him on DNA, we've got his workshop, we've got tools that match the marks left on the three previous victims, and the last kid he took was found alive and in his basement. Case doesn't get much more iron clad than that."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel nodded. "That's good. Though I'm not permitted to intervene, I . . . enjoy hearing that there are those who put a stop to the evil men perpetrate against each other." He stepped back and dropped his hand. "All the glass has been removed."

[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

He looked into the toolbox and found a jacknife.

"Now you have to get all the putty out. If it's old, you might need to warm some of it up with something, but that's only if it won't come out. Do it in small pieces so you don't damage the frame and you should be all right."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck had been taking the long way back to the dorms from the boardwalk when he decided to take a detour and visit the church. Look, you hear stuff about an angel in a porn shop you went and got more information, that was all there was to it.

"Do you always wear the same clothes all the time?"

That hadn't been what he wanted to talk about but he got distracted easily.

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel glanced down at his suit and coat.

"Yes. I do."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"That's weird," Chuck said. He looked Castiel over. "I suppose it could be worse."

At least he suited up.

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel hadn't exactly chosen what his vessel was wearing when he entered. Though he suspected it might be best not to mention that.

"Clothing is not exactly a priority for my kind."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that's obvious," he said, looking like the prissy bitch he was. "I suppose angels don't really have to worry about getting dirty."

He figured sweat and all that other gross stuff was unholy or something.

[scruffnfeathers]

"While my activities on occasion result in stains or tears," like, say, when he got his ass kicked by a demon, or shot at by hunters, "I find it a simple matter to clean and repair the cloth."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Oh so you can get dirty on occasion." Good to know. "Speaking of which, whatever were you doing in the naughty sex shop on Friday?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"Contrary to popular belief, Chuck, Heaven has rather a lot more important things to worry about then how your kind uses your reproductive organs."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure," he said, looking amused. "But you were in there. The squirrels don't lie."

[scruffnfeathers]

"Mere idle curiosity. If I am to live amongst you, it behooves me to better understand you."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh. And how did you like it?" Chuck asked. "I haven't had the pleasure of going in there yet."

[scruffnfeathers]

"Were you aware that sexual protection can come in flavors?"

Yeah, that wasn't exactly an answer to Chuck's question. But he rather felt it would sufficiently distract Chuck from his line of questioning.