Castiel sat on a wooden chair in the kitchen, he tried to shift to a more comfortable position, and he found something thin, brown, and sticky clung to his pants. He looked down, and gently pried himself off the chair and moved to the one adjacent to it. He tried to brush off the syrup-y mess that was now soaked into his soft plaid pants. They were so large that he had to pull the string of yarn inside them until more than half of the string was dangling on either side. Also currently adorning him was a size 3X saggy bright green shirt with the words "John Deere" on it was currently almost to his knees. Eliza had explained they were her ex-boyfriend's clothing, and put his own clothing… his loose blue shirt and slacks were in the wash. He had brought along Jimmy's tie, but everything else had been thrown out when he had first arrived, they were too bloody and stained to ever get properly clean again. He regretted allowing them to do that now.
He cleared his throat, held the phone to his ear. He mopped some water off of his face with the towel from his shoulders, and listened to the ringing. Dean's voice projected into his ear loudly with a smart-mouthed greeting, and Castiel smiled a little. What an annoying human being.
There was a beep, and he knew that was his time to begin talking. "Hello. This is Castiel. I'm…uhm… not good at leaving messages on the phone message recorder machine, so I'll keep this brief. I'm alive. I'm leaving you a message in light of this…because if I was dead, this would be harder to do. No phones in heaven or hell, so far as I know. But, as heaven is boarded up at the moment, I'm not sure where I would go if I died. However, that's not actually why I tried to call you. I'm-" A tone sounded, Castiel wasn't sure what that meant, and paused. The grating noise when the phone made when it was first picked up started. He stared at it. I hate these machines.
He dialed again, and this time, the greeting did not play.
"Yeah, hello?"
Caught off guard, Castiel hesitated, reaffirming this was not the greeting. "Hello?"
There was a long pause, and then Dean's voice came through the phone again. "Who the hell is this?"
"I-I-uhm… tried to leave you a message explaining, but the beep sound made the phone go back to that warbling high-pitched noise, so I didn't finish. And then you picked up, so I am unsure of what to say." Castiel sat stiffly on the little stool next to the kitchen table, and stared at the maroon wallpaper in front of him.
Dean's voice was gentler when he spoke next. "That you, Cas?"
"Hello, Dean." Castiel smiled.