[Natasha doesn't confirm the message, but a few minutes later she's there, dressed in workout clothes. Hard to say if she was actually going to exercise, or if it's just for comfort.
She hasn't felt like putting too much effort in since they got back from the last mission. One reason or another.
She's clean. Her hair is brushed and braided.
That's going to have to be enough for people for a little while.]
[ Yeah. He hasn't either. He's not in workout gear, but he's in sweats and a hoodie, which is definitely out of the norm. He's showered as well, so. Yeah. He's about there on her level.
He's so fucking tired of the orbs and their fuckery. Reliving Hell was bad once, and now it's happened twice.
[She lifts her chin a little in response as she joins him, taking in his state. Dean's not what she'd normally consider an especially polished guy, but she can see the difference.
Apparently it's going around.
She climbs on the table, sitting on it with her feet up on the seat. Is it a gremlin move? Yes. But Dean is taller than she is, and this way she doesn't have to look up at him.]
Not sure I could say. I've never met an angel before.
[The idea is just a little strange, in a way she tries not to focus on too closely.]
But if I remember correctly there's a lot of flaming swords and brimstone falling from the sky in those stories. Maybe he's feeling bad for following some of those old orders.
[Because regretting war crimes is something she does understand.]
[ He sure does. An angel of the Lord all pissed off on a station? Like, he's happy Cas is here, but also he'd prefer Cas be home where he belongs, not screwing around with a regret so strong it's pulled him here. ]
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She hasn't felt like putting too much effort in since they got back from the last mission. One reason or another.
She's clean. Her hair is brushed and braided.
That's going to have to be enough for people for a little while.]
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He's so fucking tired of the orbs and their fuckery. Reliving Hell was bad once, and now it's happened twice.
Poor Megatron. ]
Hey.
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Apparently it's going around.
She climbs on the table, sitting on it with her feet up on the seat. Is it a gremlin move? Yes. But Dean is taller than she is, and this way she doesn't have to look up at him.]
So what are we drinking about?
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Sorrows, salutations. New arrivals?
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[There seems to be a lot of them. More at one time than Natasha's seen before.]
I can drink to that. Any of them in particular?
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[ Dean noticed the same.
Course, his attention was only on one. ]
Uh, actually - yeah. Cas is here.
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You can pour me another for that.
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[ He'll pour one out for Cas who's...probably being a creep and spying but whatever. Cas is just a little creature, really. ]
Nice to finally have a familiar face, you know?
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And he's lucky enough to have someone to show him the ropes.
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Yeah, I bet.
[ He takes a swig, savoring the burn, holding it in his mouth a moment before swallowing. ]
Wonder what his regret is. What does an Angel of the Lord have to regret? They're not built for feefees.
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[The idea is just a little strange, in a way she tries not to focus on too closely.]
But if I remember correctly there's a lot of flaming swords and brimstone falling from the sky in those stories. Maybe he's feeling bad for following some of those old orders.
[Because regretting war crimes is something she does understand.]
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[ Cas was - in the beginning - a tool.
Just like him.
But they learned and evolved and now here they are. ]
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[That doesn't sound real. Natasha is fairly sure that can't be real.
But for the sake of the conversation, she'll go with it.
It's the spirit that counts anyway.]
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Maybe. I'm pretty sure he was there, at least as a witness.
[ He doesn't think Cas did the smiting there, but he could be wrong. There's a lot he doesn't know about the angel. ]
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[Standing aside and watching all of Biblical history onward is a hell of a lot of time to rack up regrets.]
How do you think he'll handle all of this.
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[ then again cas' perception is probably skewed (brainwashing does that). ]
Uh...that's a good question. It could really go any kind of way.
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[Offering her glass for a refill, her attention staying on Dean's face.]
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Which part, his regret, or how he's gonna deal with all this bullshit?
[ He refills it with gusto, two thirds of the way full, then refilling his. ]
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[Or whatever they're drinking about, if it's not one of those. Natasha doesn't need to be an expert in microexpressions to tell Dean's got concerns.]
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[ He sure does. An angel of the Lord all pissed off on a station? Like, he's happy Cas is here, but also he'd prefer Cas be home where he belongs, not screwing around with a regret so strong it's pulled him here. ]
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[Wryly amused, but there's a gentleness in it. Sympathy. Having a friend show up here was a mixed blessing, at best.]
Is there anything I can do to help?
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[ and awkward - funny, but awkward. ]
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can't spell when i drunk tag
so say we all