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[deaddrop]

[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.]

So what are we drinking about?

[ruinously]

[ They're all fucked up right now. Irrevocably, maybe. He's so tired of this. ]

Sorrows, salutations. New arrivals?

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New arrivals. I've met a few of them.

[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?

[ruinously]

[ Dean noticed the same.

Course, his attention was only on one. ]

Uh, actually - yeah. Cas is here.

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A friend from home then.

You can pour me another for that.

[ruinously]

Yeah. My, uh- [ my angel, Jesus Dean chill. ] He's my friend, the angel.

[ 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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I can imagine. It's been good having people here I know.

And he's lucky enough to have someone to show him the ropes.

[ruinously]

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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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.]

[ruinously]

That's true. He probably smote some people or cities and regrets it.

[ Cas was - in the beginning - a tool.

Just like him.

But they learned and evolved and now here they are. ]

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Wants to undo Sodom and Gomorrah? That would sure cause some chaos.

[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.]

[ruinously]

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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You know when you put it that way, you start to wonder how someone who's been around that long could narrow it down to one.

[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.

[ruinously]

Yeah, seriously. A billion year old angel has to pick one regret? Wow.

[ then again cas' perception is probably skewed (brainwashing does that). ]

Uh...that's a good question. It could really go any kind of way.

[deaddrop]

And you're worried about that?

[Offering her glass for a refill, her attention staying on Dean's face.]

[ruinously]

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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Either. Both. Whichever we're drinking about?

[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.]

[ruinously]

Both, all of the above, nothing at all.

[ 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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That clears things up.

[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?

[ruinously]

I...don't think so. I guess if you run into him, say hi. He's sort of antisocial.

[ and awkward - funny, but awkward. ]

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I think I can handle antisocial.

[Natasha smiles at the prospect, though it's a bit rueful. She can handle antisocial, it's true.]

You're already out here making your angel friends. I'm sure he'll do okay.

[ruinously]

Yeah...he'll be okay.

[ the number of people who call Cas 'his angel' is ridiculous, and he never corrects him. ]

I think you'll like him.

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[It's because he's clearly Dean's angel. It's self-evident.]

What makes you think that? Do I have a type?

[ruinously]

[ ...the opening is there, he can't not take it. He flashes her a wide grin and a wink. ]

Yeah. Me.

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That's a bold assertion.

[Giving him a challenging look. He might not be entirely wrong, but she's not going to let that get by without a little ribbing.]

Does that mean you and him are a lot alike?