Skip the whiskey and pass the coffee

[roadhouse_mama]

Who; Ellen Harvelle & anyone. OPEN
What; Staying awake at the Roadhouse
Where; The Roadhouse
When; Very late evening June 10th
Rating; pg-13ish?
Status; Ongoing, open. Talk to Ellen, talk amongst yourselves

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[to_rebel]

Castiel had found a place near a corner, where he could keep an eye on things, but close enough that he could slip behind the bar now and again and either brew a fresh pot of coffee or serve a customer Ellen was unable to get to quickly. He kept his own coffee mug full and had snagged a bottle of honey he'd stashed under the bar a week or so ago. He watched the people closest to him, occasionally stopping by to check on Sam and Ellen and whomever ever he knew was in the bar

[voodooing]

Coffee; that was Voodoo's main focus as she walked towards the Roadhouse, she needed to get some coffee and she needed to someone that she knew was actually real. She needed to see someone that she could actually touch if she wanted to, as opposed to whatever it was that she kept seeing and sensing around the corners and in the shadows. There was something there, something that sometimes looked like Hadrian and that always felt sinister, and more than anything, wrong.

Everything was made all the worse by the fact that she couldn't sleep; she'd learned after the first night that sleeping wasn't an option. She'd woken from a nightmare that she'd never wanted to relive with bruises all over her body. It ached to walk, but at least the dull ache helped her to stay awake.

She pushed the door open and walked into the Roadhouse, it didn't take her long to spot Castiel and head over.

"You look good." She forced a smile on her face as she said the words, actually he looked pretty shitty, but she imagined she did too.

[to_rebel]

Castiel sensed her only a moment before she opened the door and slipped through it. His senses were cast wide -- somewhat; they were rather muted -- as he kept track of those inside and coming into the Roadhouse. He grabbed a mug for her and poured a cup, setting it down in front of her as she spoke.

He looked good, did he? Probably as good as she or any other of the residents of this place did. "I really do not." She, at least, didn't look too badly injured. It was a start.

[voodooing]

"I think this is the most amazing thing I've seen all day." She took the cup, smiling thankfully, and sat down across from him.

"No, you don't." She shrugged. "But, I'm pretty sure nobody does at this point."

[to_rebel]

"I would be suspicious of one who did," he answered, in all seriousness. He flexed his hands as he sat back and then regarded his own half-empty cup. In actuality, he was drinking it simply because it was there; he didn't need the caffeine, though he was edging toward tired again. Normally not someone who needed sleep, he was finding that an interrupted and fitful sleep was not restful.

[voodooing]

She took a sip of her coffee and raised and sighed. "Why?"

[to_rebel]

Castiel shrugged one shoulder as he curled aching hands around the cup. "Someone unaffected could either be in possession of some spell or ward that allows them to sleep." And it would follow that they would not be sharing that information. "Or they've made a deal with Hades."

Or were just lucky, but Castiel rarely gave anyone the benefit of the doubt.

[voodooing]

She frowned. "I thought of trying a spell, but I can't guarantee that they'd be safe inside their own dreams and I really don't want to condemn someone to that." It'd be simple to actually get someone to sleep, the problem was keeping them alive while they were asleep, she had no idea how to ward to do that.

"I'd hate to think that anyone would make a deal with Hades just to protect themselves."

[to_rebel]

"No spell I know can do that." He paused and shrugged again. "Though given how this place works, I doubt that a spell would work anyway." He took a long draw of his coffee. He hated to think of it himself, but the fact remained that, by and large, the population here was an unknown.

That was something he rather hated. "We don't know many of the people here, nor what they are capable of."

[voodooing]

"Probably not, especially if this is something done by Hecate." Somehow she imagined that the goddess of magic could probably out do them both.

She took another sip of her coffee and frowned. "No, I suppose we really don't."

[to_rebel]

"I am not fond of that." He did not want to get to know the others in the Underworld, but learning motivations -- and learning who was dangerous and who was not in the process -- would be helpful.

[voodooing]

"To be honest, neither am I. It makes me kinda uneasy to know that I don't know so many of them." She ran a hand through her hair.

[to_rebel]

He nodded. "And even more so when they frequent the Roadhouse," he said. This was Ellen's domain and Castiel had a vested interest in making sure no trouble happened here. (Never mind what he'd already caused.)

[voodooing]

"I think a lot of people come here for a place to relax and meet up with each other." She frowned. "Maybe it'd be a good place to just hang out and try to get to know other people."

[to_rebel]

"Ellen has worked very hard to make this place a safe place." Implicit in the statement is that Castiel would not stand idly while anyone disrupted the atmosphere.

[voodooing]

"I don't think anyone would want to make this a not safe place." At least she really hoped nobody did, everyone seemed to be happy to just use this place as a safe haven.