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Is it too much to hope for one of these so called great evils to do something interesting already?

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No, Miss Oswald, the other Sherlock Holmes. Let me guess, my death is known in this London as well?

Well this... is certainly new.

Clara Oswald 

Wait.. Sherlock Holmes? Not the Sherlock Holmes. 

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He doesn't scare me!

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Annoy-?

So you’ve met Cas already? Did he scare you as bad as he scared my brother?

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Sherlock Holmes. And you, Ms-?

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I can tell you about the box though. Who are you?

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I was planning on my own resurrection, but why not? I've got nothing better on.

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I have faith in Dean and I have faith in Sam. Tell me, will you arise and rebuke the winds and the sea?

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Ye of little faith.

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Which wont be for long, at this rate.

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Mm hm. And this... Cas of yours. Dark hair, annoying prat?

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Yeah, angels are real too. But instead of fluffy white wings and lutes, they just kinda threaten to wear you as a meat-suit and take over the world. At least in my experience.

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I think I'll exercise free will while I still can, Castiel. 

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It’s the end of the world. You don’t have much of a choice. 

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No, I suppose we don't have time. It's fine, I'll manage. If the network's still connected, I'll spread word amongst them- hang on, angel?

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A few things can kill them. My knife, angel blades. Angels can smite them, so we’re lucky we’ve got Cas. We like to exorcise them when we can.

But, uh, you’re gonna need to get one of these. Pronto.

I’m sorry, I know this must be a lot to take in, but we don’t really have time to tiptoe around this sort of stuff.

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 Arrogance, is that what you- Oh, well, forgive me, O mighty angel of the Lord, but despite your best efforts to earn it, I struggle to put faith in your hands. I recognize that there's a difference between acknowledging your existence and trusting you. 

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You deemed our existence illogical. You assumed we were not there because we gave you no proof to think otherwise. And now that I have given you proof, you refuse to accept it. What is that, if not arrogance?

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Demons. Right. Of course. 

You wouldn't happen to know how these demons are killed? 

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The city? They whole city? We haven’t hit the field yet, I didn’t realize- God, this is- 

Demons. It means demons. And if what you’re saying is true, it sounds like they’ve overrun London. 

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Arrogance? Is that what gives me definition in your omnipresent eyes? Is arrogance what defines me when my lack of finding something didn't? You don't think I tried?

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My Father made your science and he made angel and demons as well. Tell me, were you really so arrogant to think you were alone?

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No, of course not. I am a man of science. A believer of truth. And angels, demons, it's...illogical.

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I take it you’re not a man of faith. 

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How? That doesn't make any sense. It's... it's impossible.

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My name is Castiel. I’m an angel. 

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What are you? 

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Try again.

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What the hell-

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I assure you, I am more useful than any single human could possibly be. 

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Oh look he's a comedian. You're honestly questioning my usefulness? What of you? What's the point of you? If this one being taking all of us wants someone useful, I'm quite certain that having the master of redundancy around negates the idea.

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We were all brought here because something terrible is about to occur. The one who took you must have thought, for whatever reason, that you would be useful.