It was Angua's third Christmas, and the Vimes family's recent disappearance only made it more imperative, in her opinion, to have a party to be thankful for those who were still here, to remember those who had left, and those who had never been here at all. Christmas was a time for family and being together, which was why those beloved were ( Read more... )

Angua promises not to bite the mailman.

Angua had promised Dean plenty of sex when they got home. Which they did, eventually. A mile and five aborted attempts later, and Angua had finally wrangled Dean inside their hut.

"That is one powerful brownie," she said, closing the door behind them.

Angua was heading back from patrol, Gavin padding along behind her. "Such a lazy beast, you," she muttered, ignoring the heat on the back of her neck. Surely her poor excuse for a wolf could do the same. Maintain a little dignity ( Read more... )

Dean and Roger had both come home a little drunk last night. Angua had forced water and Tylenol down their throats for their own good, and because Roger had come into their part of the hut instead of his own with seemingly no intention of leaving, she put them both to bed ( Read more... )

Angua got up early to bake, but Dean was still sleeping by the time she came back into the bedroom. Smiling to herself, Angua set the fresh cherry crumble pie on the small dresser next to the bed so that it would be the first thing he smelled upon waking. She shrugged out of her clothes and tunneled under the covers to climb on top of him ( Read more... )

takes place after thisAngua watched Dean come in and get Jess, disappearing right back out the door without so much as a word to her or Roger or O-Ren. Something was definitely wrong, and Angua stood as if to follow him, but never ended up going out that door ( Read more... )

Angua came back into Dean's room after doing her best to feed water to Roger and O-Ren, and frowned when she saw Castiel in his usual chair, arms braced on his legs and head tipped down. Probably praying ( Read more... )

Angua woke slowly, and it was like the first day on the island, that loss of self leaving her feeling strange and wrong. That return to the feeling of being human startled her and she sat up. She was greeted with the now-familiar sights of her and Dean's bedroom ( Read more... )

Angua tried to focus on other things. Things that weren't Dean, and how wrecked Dean was feeling, and how wrecked he was going to feel, because their search? Wasn't uncovering anything ( Read more... )