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She’s cold. Her head hurts. She’s hungry. Really hungry.

But Vicki does her best to push those thoughts aside as she runs. The perks, as Damon called them, weren’t so bad. Maybe it would only get better, though she imagines it would be the latter. The brisk air of the night keeps her hair behind her as she does her best to navigate at such a speed

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"I do not believe the person you're looking for is here."

Hi, Vicki. This would be Castiel appearing in front of you with little to no warning, studying you with a curious look. He's probably scared the crap out of you and there is going to be some kind of violence following, but he's here, and he's willing to explain.

Kind of.

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"Castiel," he replies, his hand moving to his neck again, and when he pulls it back, there's blood on his fingers, but the wound, itself, is gone. He then turns to face her more, fixing her with a stare that lesser men have cringed away from.

"Is that what you wish? For me to kill you?"

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She peers over to his neck, a little intrigued. His question should have been expected but it wasn't, so she stares at him a few moments.

"Isn't that what you're supposed to do? Kill me?"

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"Back home, yes. But here, in this universe, it is considered unwise to murder a Wanderer shortly after their arrival, unless you are in some kind of ... extremist group."

And that is putting it lightly.

"In the eyes of this world, we are one in the same, and I don't make a point of killing my own."

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She's smiling now. Just a little. This world seemed more messed up than the one she came from - and she thought that would be hard to beat.

"So an angel is the same as a vampire? How much can I get away with around here?"

A pause.

"If you didn't have endless blood or whatever I might've just killed you."

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"Not much," he warns. "There are supernatural hunters here. And if you attack too many people, they will be sure that you are brought to justice for those crimes. There is also groups that are against Wanderers -- they will kill you regardless of whether or not you hurt anyone."

The CLF is going to meet Castiel one of these days, and they will not be happy with what they see.

"I'm sure you would have. It is fortunate that I do."

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"Boo." She drawls it out a little, allowing him to continue. "And I'm guessing I'm a Wanderer?" A brow arches playfully as she stands more upright, giving him a once-over and nodding, as if he'd earned some type of approval.

"So if I get hungry again...is it safe to call you? So I don't hurt the people you're trying to protect?"

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"You are a Wanderer," he nods. "And yes. If you get hungry you can ... call me."

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"Castiel?" She starts to feel around her pockets. "Are there phones in this place?"

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"There are," he nods. "But the simplest way would be through the journals."

He shifts and reaches into his coat pocket to pull out his own. "All the Wanderers and local preternatural creatures have one. They help us communicate readily. When you receive your own, you can contact me through this."

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"I'll let you know when I find mine." She nods with a smile, mostly because she intends to.

It'd keep her out of a lot of trouble and he was willing, so why not?

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"Good."

Castiel doesn't mind keeping people out of trouble. It makes him feel more useful than doing nothing at all, and he will do his best to keep her from killing other people.