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[rehymenator]

[ There is a trenchcoated angel popping around the City, attempting to remove all of the mistletoe. Dean wanted him to help him keep people safe, and the mistletoe are obviously cursed, what with all the horrible, unwanted kissing going around. He briefly appears in the Square, arms full of mistletoe up to his chin, looking very smug. Castiel dumps

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[is_was_willbe]

[Well, this one just has to stop and watch when she sees a drop-off at the Deity Building. Oh, this is amusing!]

I'm not sure whether to call it progress or not!

[rehymenator]

I'm inclined to say not.

[ But he shrugs. Oh, hey. It's you! ]

Someone else suggested I burn it...

[is_was_willbe]

It smells like oranges when it burns.

Do you like oranges?

[rehymenator]

I'm not actually sure. I don't think I've ever had one.

[ He's too curious to keep the space between them. Sexy has more layers than he can easily comprehend. And so he creeps toward her, very obviously scrutinizing. ]

...Perhaps you could tell me if I do.

[ It's a long shot, he's not sure exactly what she's capable of. Only that it seems like a lot. ]

[is_was_willbe]

Perhaps.

[She peers at him, taking a step forward instead of retreating. She's been curious about this one, too.]

I might have once, when it wasn't a chore to know how to remember the right bits at the right times.

[rehymenator]

[ He tosses away the mistletoe, off toward another small pile. ]

They make it difficult here. And the vessel...

[ Castiel doesn't reach out, but now that they're close enough he peers into her eyes, as if maybe he'll see the real her that's tucked away inside that body. ]

[is_was_willbe]

So small! I hardly know how anyone fits in, much less...

How long do you plan to go on like this?

[She means the mistletoe-collecting. But, well, it might as well apply to the soulgazing stare, too.]

[rehymenator]

Until I get a reaction.

[ He can use doublespeak too, Sexy. And now he's close enough to feel the curse compel him forward and lean downward toward her lips. It's just a brush at first, as if she might burn him. ]

[is_was_willbe]

[She is surprised for only a fraction of a second before, oh, suddenly that doesn't seem to matter at all. And before she can catch hold of any logical reason why, she grasps his shoulders instead and tilts her head back to get a better angle. She's relatively new to this whole kissing thing, but there is no timidity here.]