There was a distant sound of wings rustling as the popcorn room began to shift. A pale, pretty young woman appeared, dressed in a black tank top, jeans and wearing a simple silver ankh around her neck. She looked down to see that she was completely covered in butter. Dragging a finger down a pale arm she shook her head with a slightly amused, if
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As for the room itself, Dean and others had mentioned the butter, but no one had said anything about gigantic popcorn kernels. This place just kept getting stranger and stranger.
"Hello," he ventured cautiously, assuming the girl must already be aware of his presence. With that kind of power at her command, he doubted that she missed much.
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"Hi sweetie. It's good to see you again. Both of you." She gave a little wave. "Hi Jimmy."
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The poor angel and his vessel. She really did feel bad for them. They had died in battle twice, and she had been asked to escort them both back to the field each time. It was a rare occurance, and one she’d only done a handful of times. And she liked them. The angel was sweet, in a sort of naïve way, and the vessel was a lot stronger than he gave himself credit for.
She watched him put it all together and realization begin to dawn. “I was kinda hoping you’d remember, Castiel. We had a few nice little talks before I brought you back.”
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...he didn't know her, did he? She didn't seem like anyone he would have been acquainted with, but there was something deeply, unquestionably familiar about her. Not for the first time, he found himself missing the shinigami eyes.
"Ah, excuse me." He bowed, awkwardly and for some reason a little deeper than you'd expect. "I'm sorry, but have we met?"
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"You don't have to bow like that, really. And yes, we've met before, but you might not remember it. Most mortals don't, so it's okay."
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She flicked some of the grease on the floor. "Um.. any idea why I've got this all over me?"
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Granted, there was a ton of chaos the night Mordhaus burned down, but he remembered her. She had stood on the other side of the stretcher when he told the medic to kill him. Yet, she had been gone when he revived.
He didn't say anything at first, just watched.
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But he sees a friendly face, and he definitely smells butter.
So they meet.
BUTTER! Wishbone lapped a bit up. Hi!
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"So what is with the butter?"
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She was indeed familiar, but different. Or at least not what he remembered. He'd died quite a long, long time ago, after all. Centuries if not decades.
Still, she was hot.
"Hi," he said, making to attempt to hide the fact that he was squinting at her like he was trying to remember who she was. Which was what he was doing, yes.
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"How've you been?" she asked with a bright smile.
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He'd forgotten how...happy she was.
"Uh, things have...got worse before they got better. But I'm doing okay."
...Was it a good thing to want to come on to Death or a bad thing? Eh, fuck it.
"And you how's...things, treating you?"
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"I'm glad things are better for you now, hon. Me? I can't complain. Guess I'm here for some kind of vacation?"
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