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[rebelledforyou]

He was doing his job. He was doing what his Father asked of him, but that didn't mean that he enjoyed it. He found himself growing increasingly frustrated the more time he spent around the Winchester's. It was like trying to herd a rather large litter of cats. It was easier said then done. He was dealing with two forces who were operating within

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[righteousmanish]

Peace was the last thing she had, at the moment. Turns out you can't just go to hell and expect to dream about Candyland after that. She dreamed of the rack, just like she always dreamed of the rack, ever since she got back a few weeks ago. It was always Sam, or Bobby, or Dad, or... shit, or Mom, and she was holding a blade, and she was carving--

There was something in the room with her. She was a hunter, she was used to instinct, and right now, she felt eyes so strong, it jerked her out of her dream. She bolted upright, wide-eyed and muscles tense and-

Holy shit creepy blue stare from the corner of the room--

"Jesus Christ. Don't do that- what the hell, were you just watching me sleep?"

[rebelledforyou]

Caught. Her reaction to him being there was not what he expected. He immediately frowned and looked down for a moment. He paused before lifting his head. "What?" He tilted his head as he took a step towards the bed. He was not watching her sleep in that sort of way. He was watching her at peace. Or what he assumed to be peace. He wasn't entirely sure because he was currently not wiggling around in her head.

He tilted his head more and stopped as he stood next to the right side of her bed. He was curious about her sometimes. Then again he got this way around a number of humans. Their ways were interesting. Futile, but interesting. Brave efforts being put forth. It almost made the angel sad.

"I was waiting. I was sent to check on you. I did not think I should wake you." He was not this "dick in a trenchcoat". He could be reasonable when the time called for it. "Were you dreaming of it?" It being of course Hell.

[righteousmanish]

"Strippers." She retorted, just a little too quickly. Swung her feet over the edge of the bed, leaned forward to rest her head in her hands a second. Damn, what time was it? She drew up, glanced over her shoulder at the glaring red alarm clock. Three a.m. Damn, this hour was ungodly. Heh. Heh.

Her eyes went to Sam's bed- empty. Of course it was friggin' empty. Who even knew what he was doing these days.

Well. Deanna had a few ideas.

She shoved out of the bed, crossed the room, headed for the tiny kitchen to grab a beer, and leaned back against the counter to study Cas as she popped the top.

"So, what, you're in heaven's Babysitter's Club?"

[rebelledforyou]

Castiel frowned when Deanna told him she was dreaming of strippers. That was not what he thought she would say. Then again the more time he spent around her the more he was surprised. She was not the woman he thought she was. He was not quite prepared for her. Mainly because he had seen a darker side of her when he pulled her from Hell. He thought something else existed. He seemed to be reaching his quota on comments he didn't quite know how to react to.

Castiel followed her with his gaze for a moment before he made his way towards her. He was still outside of the kitchen area when she popped the top and asked him a question. His brow went up and he tilted his head. "I do not understand that reference." He was unaware of any Babysitter's Club in Heaven. She had thrown the angel for a bit of a loop.