Be it ever so humble..

[roadhouse_mama]

Who : Ellen Harvelle and others (open to anyone who'd like to come through)
What : Celebrating the Roadhouse (version II)
When : The evening of March 20th
Rating : pg-ish, probably some language
Status : Ongoing

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[grace_optional]

Anna huffed softly. "You don't know the half of it." Her extended family had more or less invented the concept, and for all her bitter complaining of an absent, unknowable Father, she was grateful in the extreme that she'd never been involved in his and the archangels' bickering. Just dealing with her own 'generation' had been painful and exhausting enough.

Still was, for that matter.

She'd had another family, too, of course, but the thought of her human parents invariably brought a jab of anguish laced with guilt. She hadn't known into whose lives she would fall, of course, or what consequences the choice would have for them. But that scarcely absolved her of responsibility for what had happened.

Ellen's philosophy to the contrary, she had rarely disagreed more than mildly with the unassuming deacon and his wife. And had never felt less than loved and wanted. They'd been so happy to have a child of their own, and she liked to think in her less self-recriminating moments that maybe they would have wanted her even if they had known.

In her more cynical moods, she couldn't imagine anyone, however good-hearted, taking in a child who was destined to lead bloodthirsty hellspawn straight to their door.

As always, she couldn't dwell on it for long or she risked dissolving, so she forced a smile and changed the subject.

"Ellen, when you have some time, do you think you could teach me about patching people up?" It was something she'd never needed to know in either of her former lives. But she'd lost the ability to heal at will, and without it, she had only the limited first-aid skills she'd picked up as a human girl to fall back on. She'd already seen that in a place like this, that just wasn't going to cut it.

[roadhouse_mama]

She blinked, a little surprised at the question. Didn't someone tell her than angels could heal injuries? Perhaps it was something reserved for particular angels, or some other detail that she didn't want to ask about just now.

Anna was a nice girl. A tad skittish, but nice, and the more Ellen got to know her, the more she was starting to like her. "Sure, hon. I'll show you what I can, but most of it is gonna be a hands-on experience. I learned by doing, and picking the brains of any good docs that came through the old Roadhouse. You okay with that?"

[grace_optional]

Anna nodded. "That's fine. Though with any luck hands-on won't be needed too often." That was probably over-optimistic, but she could hope. "I don't feel like I'm very well-prepared for a place like this."

So far she'd had to ask Bobby for directions so she could help relocate his shoulder, had no idea what she might have been able to do for Reno and had all too happily fled the room rather than watch or help the others attend to Cas's hand. She was afraid sooner or later she'd come across something life-threatening, and that no one who knew what they were doing would be available.