The Perk, Wednesday afternoon

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel was an angel on a mission. A mission to locate something on the internet that had nothing to do with sex. It hadn't been going well, so far.

He had, however, managed to locate some fan sites devoted to the books by Carver Edlund, apparently even from his own universe.

It was quite a find, a confirmation that, despite his own failure to get back to it, his universe was still in existence. It was not, however, something on the internet that didn't involve sex.

There was, in fact, quite a bit of sex involved.

Castiel had read each of the published Edlund books cover to cover. He'd read the drafts of the unpublished works. He was intimately familiar with the whole story. And he was quite certain that the boys had never done that. They were brothers.

So Castiel was busy typing away at astounding speed -- for someone typing with two fingers, at the very least -- as he created a profile for himself on one of the websites and set about to correct this strange misconception.

Someone was wrong. On the internet. And it was up to Castiel to correct them.

[ooc: I had to! Open!]

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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I hope you're not surfing for porn in public." There were some things that just needed to happen behind closed doors. Or at least in the corner of the library where no one could look over your shoulder.

[scruffnfeathers]

"I am not finding the pornography on purpose. It simply . . . appears. In everything."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck smiled. "Yeah, that's the internet for you. Isn't it great?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"The people frequenting this site are incorrect," Castiel said grumpily. "These two characters simply do not interact in this manner. And certainly not while using . . . toys."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Well that was one way to catch Chuck's attention. "Are you reading fanfiction?"

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel honestly didn't know. "It's a narrative written by a 'slashfan' on a website devoted to a series of novels." That would be a 'yes', then, Cass. "And it's wrong."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I don't think those people really care about whether the information is right or wrong," he said. "I think it's more having to do with putting two attractive people together long enough to have some kinky, fictional sex."

Lord knows there was some RPS involving him and Nate floating around somewhere.

[scruffnfeathers]

"But they -- these characters --" Wouldn't do to reveal too much about the novels and their prophetic nature "-- are brothers. They love each other as brothers and relate to each other as brothers. Why would people choose to fictionalize them in such a way?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Are they good looking brothers?" he asked.

[irulan-atreides.livejournal.com]

Irulan entered for coffee and smiled at the man who seemed to be furiously typing on his infernal machine.

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel looked up and nodded back. He wasn't much of the smiling sort.

[irulan-atreides.livejournal.com]

It was alright, Irulan could be diplomatic for the both of them. "Good afternoon."

[scruffnfeathers]

"Good afternoon," Castiel returned. Then after a moment of hesitation, continued. "Might I ask you a question?"

[irulan-atreides.livejournal.com]

Irulan inclined her head, "Please do."

[scruffnfeathers]

Irulan may find she regretted that answer.

"You . . . are a woman, yes?"

Lucky her, he was leading into it slowly.

[irulan-atreides.livejournal.com]

She looked down at her dress, importantly, she looked down at her chest. They were not as... considerable as she would like but it was still there. He could see it, could he not?

When she gets home she will throw this dress out.

"I am," she finally answered.

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel had simply wanted to avoid making assumptions, in this town. For all he knew, she might be an anthropomorphic representation of regality.

"A heterosexual woman?"

[likethegun]

Texting with Peter had left Sam with such a strong, lingering happy feeling that when he went into the Perk and found Castiel looking perturbed, he decided it would be worth the potentially confusing conversation to make sure he was all right.

"Having computer trouble?" he asked.

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel started slightly and slammed the laptop shut with perhaps more force than was strictly necessary.

"Merely . . . exploring the internet."

[likethegun]

"Did you find something bad?" Sam asked. That was the only time he ever treated his laptop like that.

[scruffnfeathers]

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with." Sam was definitely not ready to find out about the novels. "How have you been doing?"

[likethegun]

Sam gave Castiel an incredulous look, but he didn't question him. Everyone deserved to have a few internet secrets, after all. "All right, I guess. It's been kind of weird without Dean," he said.

[scruffnfeathers]

"Yes, I imagine that is strange." As far as he knew, in his universe, it was often Sam who left Dean behind. An interesting reversal. "You haven't found it too difficult to . . . adjust?"

Not tempted to use any extra powers, at the very least. . . .

[likethegun]

"It's about as hard as I expected," Sam admitted. "But we've been talking on the phone, and I've been trying to find new ways to keep myself busy."

[scruffnfeathers]

New ways?

That was disconcerting.

"And what would those be?"