voicemail.

[suiting]

[If there is no active post or you need to contact Inias, leave him a message.

He has no idea how to set up a private custom message, so you're just gonna have to deal.]

Comments

[Text] | 5/5

[ramble_on]

"i'm just looking around"

get it?

[Dean is really bored, Inias, because Cas is out and Sam is a dog...so he's amusing himself by sending you texts you can't read.]

[Voice]

[suiting]

[HE KNOWS WHO THIS IS DEAN]

Please keep in mind that when my vision is returned to me, I will be able to read whatever you are sending me, and I am fully capable and willing of smiting you across the countryside while Castiel is unconscious, Dean Winchester.

[Text] | 1/3

[ramble_on]

you'd never smite me

[Text] | 2/3

[ramble_on]

you're too soft

[Text] | 3/3

[ramble_on]

and cas would be upset

[Voice]

[suiting]

[u r so fucking annoying]

I have all day, Dean. Continue texting me and causing this device to beep. Castiel's cats enjoy it.

Perhaps I will leave them in your room so you can all share in the enjoyment of pointless activity.

[Text]

[ramble_on]

do that and you'll wind up having to listen to me bitch and sneeze until you do something about it

you're blind not deaf

[Voice]

[suiting]

I think the cats are now in the hallway.

I may have accidentally opened the door.

[Text]

[ramble_on]

god damn it inias

you'll regret it

[Voice]

[suiting]

I hope you do not have food appetizing to a cat within your room.

[Text]

[ramble_on]

my door is shut and you're not allowed to touch my things

if you do we'll find out what happens when angels get banished here

[Never mind that all these threats are falling on blind eyes; Dean's still amusing himself with the fact that Inias can't read them.]

[Voice]

[suiting]

[Inias is carefully moving out into the hallway, extending his Grace slightly to feel for where he needs to go. One hand on the wall and small steps is easy enough -- and the angel soon reaches Dean's door.

He still, however, uses the PCD.]

Aah -- fortunately, I speak cat.

[Inias does not speak cat.]

It seems they cannot open the door.

[Audio]

[ramble_on]

Alright, alright. I got stuff to do anyway.

[Stuff that isn't 'annoy Inias,' as amusing as this has been.

And he doesn't want to be miserable until he manages to get his room free of cat dander.]

Lock 'em back up.

[Audio]

[suiting]

[There is the tiniest huff of laughter.]

If you insist.

[He's pretty pleased with himself.]

Come, cats.