*ring*
*click*
*five minutes of quiet white noise with the occasional piercing bit of feedback*
You've reached the voicemail of --
I don't understand. Why -- why do you want me to say my name?
*sound of attempts to dial*
*BEEP*
[ooc: phone messages left will reach Castiel, he just doesn't know that he needs to record a greeting. LOOK IT'S
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