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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND CONGRATS ON BEING AN ADULT!

THANK YOU SO MUCH I'M VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT!

I CAN'T WAIT TO DO MY TAXES AND HAVE MORTGAGES AND THE LIKE ALSO WHY ARE WE YELLING

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"Cas?" Rex has no idea how to actually find him so he hopes wandering around the general area of where he usually talked to Cas and occasionally poking a computer would be enough.

"Cas, where the fuck are you?"

He pauses in the middle of the room, giving each computer a long look.

"Listen. I don't want any trouble I just wanna..."

He pauses, frowning. A fitting word doesn't come to him so after several moments of hesitation, he reluctantly finishes his sentence.

"....check on you."

the reply, when it comes, comes from a computer rex had already prodded at- and, like several others, had only revealed to him the usual placeholder diagnostic display.

unlike the others, the screen of this particular monitor- a squat little thing, sat on a desk of no particular number or note- clears almost instantly, cas's classic white-text-on-black setup almost hastily taking its place.

and then, it sits there. and it just idles.

the cursor flashes to itself a good few times as the shapeshifter behind it grapples with the implications of this particular request. no- not even a request. it wasn't even a 'hi cas, what a nice day this is, isn't it, anyway, how are you, my darling beloved?'. it was just a statement. and knowing rex, it was one of those statements he could easily postlude with something along the lines of 'but i'm not going to check on you, because that would be stupid'.

not that he seemed pretty inclined to do that right now.

so, for a moment, cas entertains the idea of taking the statement as a request, and properly answering it. but 'how am i actually doing' was always such a tricky thing to parse.

and besides, there's a slightly more worrying matter at hand. at least to him.

> why?

writes out the cursor, slowly, hesitantly.

> why do you want to check?

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"Seems like your settings aren't straight, pet."

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CODA WAIT CODA NO IM SORRY IM SORRY I DIDNT THINK HED ACTUALLY DELETE YOUR DAD IM SORRY oh god oh god oh god

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[STANDING IN AN ABANDONED, UNDERGROUND WAREHOUSE, THE LOCATION OF WHICH IS UNKNOWN. BEFORE ME IS AN ORNATE THRONE, SURROUNDED BY HUNDREDS OF DRIPPING CANDLES, AND A PAIR OF KNOWN SADISTIC MURDERERS WHO HAVE KIDNAPPED MY LOVED ONES AND ARE THREATENING TO TORTURE AND KILL THEM AS I AM FORCED TO WATCH] so like. whats the deal with airplane food.

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i volunteer to drop felix into a pot of eels

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They call me millions knives cos that's how many knives it takes me to make a sandwich cos I keep putting them in the fuckin sink

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@neverendingparable

i bet cats think they look like really awesome panther beasts with huge claws in their minds. i bet theyre always like i look sooooooo bad ass right now when theyre walking around looking like this

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Look

NOOOOOOOO FREE MY BOY 2K24

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I'M UNDER FUCKING ATTACK

i want you to know i reached your little slew of preminger posting and paused and sighed and asked myself how dedicated i was to this cause and then i went and liked them all

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pissing each other off as foreplay

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There's a beast in your home wearing your child's face

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boop

I LEFT FOR TWO SECONDS....

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WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SONG?

oh hi music anon. hi. helloooooooooo <3 first of all i LOVE everything you've got going on here. also don't listen to felix. he's a lameo. he's lame. i have receipts. second of all here you go bbygirl enjoy <3

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every so often ill forget im in a public computer lab and get jumpscared by people coming in here and seeing all the roleplay stuff on my computer screen lmfao

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oh, no, goes cas's far less succinct internal monologue. no, no, no, no, no--

he makes an odd sort of strangled gag as rex's grip closes first on his throat- a noise that might just have started out once with the intention of being his fiancé's name. or perhaps it was a 'please'- by the time it had crawled fully from cas's mouth, it was so hard to tell.

he chokes, and gasps, and scrabbles desperately at rex's hand, squirming in his grasp in a series of attempts to free himself that he knows are, of course, probably inevitably futile. but there's a panic welling in him that he can't even begin to think about pushing down, and it's the sort of panic that has never once listened to reason.

he does not, however, nod at rex's request. in most situations, that order might have earned rex a silent glare, or some kind of half-hearted retort- here, both were rapidly becoming more and more impossible. here, it's all cas can do to push down the part of the panic urging him to obey, and simply continue fruitlessly struggling against him.

hes betting- accurately, it seems- that rex wants him alive. but in that bet, he's staking that he's going to let go eventually.

but rex doesn't.

his grip tightens again, and cas's fear audibly and physically peaks in that instant. his gasping and thrashing underneath rex becomes a lot more wild and unpredictable, as does his attempts to claw his way free of his fiancé's grip.

already sorely lacking in the 'oxygen' department, it hadn't taken long for black dots to start invading his vision. now, everything had started to take the more worrying turn of fading into whiteness at the edges- melting away like paint in the rain the longer things went on. by the time rex's features begin to follow suit, the very real fear of dying (despite rex's claims) was far more of a looming threat than that of humilation- and cas slows his latest series of escape attempts long enough to frantically nod out his newfound agreement at this whole offer.

Rex chuckles gently, amusement curling at the edges of his lips and the fringe of his voice.

How adorable, he thinks, how long it's been since I've heard him beg like this. He must be really scared, huh? Or he thinks I've become more gullible since the last time we've seen each other. Maybe it's all a fucking act.

His grip on Cas' throat tightens, slowly at first and then firm enough to cut off most of his air. It's enough to prevent Cas from speaking any further. He watches him for a few seconds, delighting in the fear in his expression reigniting the obsession he has with controlling Cas, with pushing him down until he's groveling at Rex's feet.

"I gave you orders, Castiel. Not suggestions. Orders. It would be good for your well being if you learn the difference between when I'm askin for your opinion and when I'm tellin you how shit's gonna be from now on. Understand? Nod if you understand."

Cruel delight is dripping off his smile, he enjoys this just as much as Mary Belle had enjoyed cutting Cas open - and just like her, he believes he is justified in doing so. He owns Cas, official marriage or not, it no longer really matters. He owns him. And he will throw around his toy until it breaks all he wants. No one can tell him no.

"I was the one who taught Mary to torture - of course, she's a natural talent. She's beautiful, amazing, skilled like no other. But I taught her how to carve flesh up, how to turn loud mouthed brats into sobbing, bleeding little things begging for death. I love you,"

His hand closes all the way, now cutting off the little air supply Cas has left. "But I will have no issues hurting you. And I will not let you die. I will keep you alive, by my side, no matter how torn up you get. So you should stay on my good side, darling."

He falls silent, once again watching Cas with a callous curiousity as his oxygen rapidly depletes.