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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.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel carries the trash can back with him, so that he can sweep glass directly into it.

Using his hand.

Fortunately his vessel is difficult to damage.

"The answer would be different?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"Yeah." Jo nodded, watching him.

Before turning back to the mopping.

"In one my whole life would be different."

"In the other, I stop doing the only thing I've known."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel picks up a particularly large and jabbed piece and drops it into the can.

"Would one option be preferable over the other?"

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo mopped. One minute. Two.

"For the world." And she sounds annoyed.
"I'd say the first, because a world that never needed hunters?"

She shouldn't even have to explain why that should be her first choice.

Why it should be her Only Choice.

"For myself. The latter."

[thursdays_angel]

No. That is not an idea that requires explanation.

"And what, then, would you do if the latter came to pass?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"Not so much a what then." That wasn't why.

"I don't know. I'd find . . . something."
In a world where she wanted nothing else.

"That choice isn't so much about me."
She stopped mopping. Looking at him.

"I wouldn't want to forget them."

"The right thing because it was."

"All their lives. Sacrifices."

"The choices they made."

"Each day, every day."

"My whole life."

"There's already a whole world that doesn't know. That'll never know."
She doesn't want to be one of them. She doesn't want to forget.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel sits back on his heels, elbows resting lightly on his knees, considering.

"They will never be forgotten. Not in the ways that truly matter."

"Not even by ordinary people, for those that seek greater meaning, and recognize it when they find it."

There is a prophet on Earth as they speak who has spent years writing the Gospel of the Winchesters. And it has apparently had deep resonance for those who have found the meaning in the stories.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo has no idea what the end was.
The look he got, cementing that.

"Yes. But I said that was for me."

"I." Specifically. "Don't want to forget."

She would be another person entirely without them.