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[tobeclosetohim]

Strike One.

The Bar is a disaster area. Bottles fallen everywhere.
Broken. In pieces. Wait rats still working everywhere.

Strike Two.

There is a green glow hologram floating over her bar.
No. Not kidding. A green glow hologram over her bar.

Strike Three."What do you mean we only have these ingredients? We stock several universes

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[thursdays_angel]

A(nother) angel has appeared by the Bar.

Castiel eyes Jo quizzically.

"You seem to be experiencing irritation."

And a small tornado, by the look of things.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Hey." Is only a little awkward.

She doesn't know. Whether she's not talking about things.
Sane questions she didn't ask before sleeping that night.

"And, yeah, I'm not peaches and cream with the crap everywhere."

Or being informed to make the best of what wasn't broken.
Not that she can't. But she'd like more time.

Or Answers. Answers would be great.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel looks over the carnage.

"There was a fight?"

X will be annoyed.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Or an earthquake."

"Or a temper tantrum."

"Or a spell gone wrong."

"Or." Jo shrugged. "Anything."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel nods.

"It is Milliways."

That rather says it all.

"I will assist you if you tell me what to do."

Milliways has become, after all, as much his 'place' as the Garrison is. He feels a certain responsibility to aid in its upkeep.

[tobeclosetohim]

"If you could fill that?"

Jo pointed to a bucket.

Most of the glass was gone.

But the floor was slick and sticky.

"I've got soap in here somewhere."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel takes the bucket with a nod and vanishes.

He's back in under a minute with a pail of hot water.

"The kitchens seem to be intact," he says, setting it where Jo can easily reach.

"Though I fear I startled a number of waitrats."

[tobeclosetohim]

"They'll live." Well. Except the trapped one. Maybe.

"Thanks." She turned a bottle of bleach.
The soap was missing. With a lot else.

Stirring it with a big spoon, she did look up.
"How've you been? I've been scarce here lately."

[thursdays_angel]

"As have I," Castiel says.

An Apocalypse, a newly un-Fallen sister and a pair of Winchesters keep one busy.

"My brothers and sisters and I continue to battle the forces of Hell."

"I imagine you are similarly occupied."

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo nodded, getting the mop.

"The party never slows down."

[thursdays_angel]

"You talk as if you enjoy it."

Castiel frowns.

"Unless that was meant to be sarcasm."

And, sadly, his irony detector is a lot more finely tuned than it was.

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Jo frowned. "Sarcasm." Correcting.

"Only and ever. I might want to do the job."

She dipped the mop in the steaming, pungent liquid.

"Not the same things as wanting the job to exist."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel has squatted down awkwardly to gather up pieces of broken glass. But he glances up.

"So, you do job out of a sense of duty."

There are worse reasons for doing a thing.

[tobeclosetohim]

"I don't really think about the why often."

Such a lie. She spent two decades thinking on why.
"But that's probably at least part of it, yeah."

She started on the opposite of the back from him.
Working at the congealing muck on her floor.

[thursdays_angel]

"And if the job did not exist?"

Castiel gets up and locates a receptacle to drop the handful of glass into.

"What might you do then?"

It's a strange sort of thing for him to contemplate. To ask, even.

After all, the entire reason for his existence is to do the job. Which most decidedly exists.

[tobeclosetohim]

It's an incredibly hard one to ask of her.

"Didn't ever exist? Or stopped existing in the future?"