Day 60: Intercom, Evening

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The intercom jingled at its standard time, with the Head Doctor still in his over-the-top, jovial mood. It seemed not even the evening light could keep down the love he held for his job.

"Good evening, everyone! I hope your soul is filled with music from last shift; I know mine is."

There again was a stretch of silence. When the Head Doctor continued, he sounded marginally disappointed.

"But now it's time to wind down the day with a bit of dinner. Tonight, we'll be serving turkey breasts and quality gravy, with sides of garlic mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli, grilled asparagus, and a small salad. For dessert, we will be having pumpkin pie with optional whipped creme. As per usual, we will have our vegetarian alternatives and a wide selection of drinks available. Turkey lovers, be sure to take advantage of the food; it'll be an entire week before you can have this delectable meat again."

He chuckled at the statement. One might have labeled it as dark.

"Anyway, enjoy! I will wish you all a good night momentarily!"

The intercom clicked off.

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[freewill]

As usual, Castiel's conversation with Renamon had been productive. Sitting around and talking wasn't his usual method of doing things, but there wasn't much else that they were permitted to do during the daytime hours. He could only be grateful at this point that the first two unpleasant meetings of the day had been outweighed by his discussions with Kratos and Renamon. He felt that he could trust both of them to spread his message to others who they trusted.

It occurred to him that despite all of his efforts to convey that information, he had neglected to make any plans for the night. He should have at least contacted Sam or Dean over the bulletin, but there was no guarantee that either of them would have wanted to meet up with him, let alone give him their room number. He remembered a time when he could have called either one on a cell phone and asked them where they were and they would have responded without hesitation. And it wasn't that things had deteriorated; rather, they had regressed.

He was certain that he could find something to do with his time. Even if it meant wandering on his own, he had his angel blade on hand now. It wasn't as potent without the divine power behind it, but he would still be able to spill the blood of anything that came after him. He had no doubts about that.

Dinner came first, however, and the meal that they were being served was worlds better than what he'd been forcing down his throat the past few days. Since Stefan had yet to show himself, Castiel took a seat and started to cut up the turkey. Poultry wasn't quite as good as red meat, but it was steaming hot -- and for whatever reason, food tasted better when it was warm.

Suddenly, fake memories cut in of Thanksgiving dinners with a pair of parents who he'd never had. Castiel frowned, his fork pausing in the air for a moment.