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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.

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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?

[ruinously]

I'm right, though.

[ He's grinning, though he has to think on that about Cas. ]

I wouldn't say a lot. He's rebellious, impulsive...competitive. So I guess we've got that in common. But he's pretty naïve, too.

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Don't get cocky.

[She somehow doubts that warning will be received.]

I suppose an angel ought to be naive.