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[thursdays_angel]

Castiel is standing by Bar, minding his own business, when the note appears.

Being an angel of a curious nature, he picks it up and reads it. And frowns.

“I do not understand.” A second note promptly appears. “No, I understood that,” Castiel says. “But I do not understand why….” A third note, this one apparently being a bit more Thou Shalt in

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[ever_noteful]

There are certain things Meg never thought she'd see, even at the end of the universe.

This might be one of them.

"Castiel?"

[thursdays_angel]

"Meg."

Castiel inclines his head politely. It is important, he believes, in the service industry to be polite.

Not that he wouldn't be polite to Meg, anyway, but if he is going to tend Bar, he wants to do it properly.

"What can I get for you?"

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Meg eyes all the tools arranged on the bar in front on him, and then the list of specials.

"Um.

"I'll have the milk, thank you."

[thursdays_angel]

Good. An easy one to start with.

Castiel ducks down behind the bar and retrieves a glass. Then turns to get a carton of milk from a refrigerated area along the back.

Holding the glass in one hand, Castiel carefully and precisely pours the milk to within an inch and a half of the glass' rim. Scientists handling plutonium have looked more careless.

He sets the glass down in front of Meg.

"I am glad to see you in, tonight."

Really. It's likely not apparent, but Castiel feels a bit out of his depth, being asked to do this job. Meg's presence is calming.

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It reminds Meg of the way she used to do things like fill glasses when she was little, and it was a Very Big Deal to be trusted to pour the milk herself.

"I'm glad to see you, too," Meg says.

"How have you been?"

[thursdays_angel]

"Well. Busy. But well."

Trying to keep the world turning, as it were.

Castiel uses a clean white cloth to wipe up some minuscule rings of moisture on Bar's surface.

"I have seen Dean," he adds, almost as an afterthought. "Here. In Milliways."

It had been a bit awkward.

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Meg sets her glass back on the bar.

"Oh?

"I haven't seen him since . . . well, since I left, that time."

He knows what time she means, doesn't he?

"How is he?"

[thursdays_angel]

"Annoyed. At least when I last saw him."

It seems that that is baseline normal for Dean Winchester where Castiel is involved, though, so it does not concern him overly much.

"He seemed to be under the impression that I had followed him here."

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"I see," Meg says, wincing slightly.

Annoyed doesn't sound good.

"How is he other than that?"

[thursdays_angel]

"Angry that his brother is choosing to consort with demons."

Castiel gives the impression of sighing a bit.

"Angry with me and my kind for not circumventing it."

"I believe he would term it..." How does that go again? "A clusterfuck."

Really. Humans do have the strangest means of expressing themselves.

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Meg chokes on her milk.

And then spends a few moments coughing.

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"Yes. The whole matter is somewhat distressing," Castiel agrees.

He is supposed to be guiding Dean. But it is shaping up to be a long, hard slog.

"Are you all right?" he asks.

She seems to be getting air.

[ever_noteful]

Meg nods.

"Yes," she says, a little hoarsely.

"I'm fine.

"Sorry, just . . . swallowed wrong."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel nods, and hands her some napkins. Just in case they are needed.

"He was not angry so often? When you spoke with him?"

Castiel may be looking for hints on dealing with his charge.

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"Um," Meg says, and then clears her throat.

"I don't know that I'd say angry, no.

"But I was hardly dealing with him under anything like normal circumstances."

[thursdays_angel]

"It would seem that normal circumstances are a thing of the past."

Things are changing, and they are changing quickly.

Castiel seems to think carefully before choosing his next words.

"I do not believe he knows that we are friends."