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Good.

[ Rose huffs, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. He doesn't have to worry about her reading things wrong - She knows this doesn't mean anything no matter how much she wishes it might. Truthfully, she just... needs someone to hold right now; she needs her pack and Sam was part of that. The woman was bone tired and scared out of her mind with what was going on so it made all the difference to know she wasn't going it alone. Even if she still believes she should be facing this on her own. ]

Of course not. That's what friends do, right? They believe in each other. Always look for the best in one another. [ A pause. ] I mean, I'm a disappointment like ninety percent of the time so I realize it's gotta be way harder for you guys to find my good qualities or believe in me than I do you but. Y'know.

You'd better say so. Or I'll have to kick you in the ass.

[........... we all know it would actually be sam fretting and henning

let him live the fantasy]

[She lifts her head a little at that, can't help grinning weakly. Sam, she's a liar.]

What does it look like I'm doing?

[Hedging around the question. What she is doing is providing a focus through blood so she can actually use this much magic without passing out halfway through. A cantrip.

What the magic is doing is drawing the infection right out of Castiel's blood to pool in her hand, an unhealthy mix of rotten colours before it evaporates into nothing. Probably a good thing he's already out cold because she has no idea what that would really feel like. She's going whiter by the second despite the added boost, so she really hopes it's okay to nap under someone's bed when she's done.

The streaks on Castiel's arm are fading.]

I didn't initiate anything with him and I ended it quickly.

Though I'm thinking you're forgetting all of the times you're a four-year-old. Memory problems at your age already?

[He rolls his eyes.]

The self-deprecation gets old fast. Think I'd know.

[He's an expert.]

But good to know we're both on the same team.

Too bad. You're just gonna have to deal with it.

[ He's no more an expert than she is. ]

Was there ever any doubt?

I act way older than my age. I'm told it's a problem.

He's a cockroach. Just step on him and be done with it.

That being said, I talked to him.

[She's not entirely sure how she feels about their conversation, but Rei figures being honest is better than lying. Telling Castiel is just going to push him over the edge and she owes Sam an apology anyway. Better just get it all over with.]

Are you at the house?

[Castiel gives a faint huff of laughter, not really finding anything funny at the moment but because he knows that fussing is exactly what Sam would do rather than any ass-kicking.]

I will, Sam. I had never had an infected injury before; that was unusual.

[And interesting. He's been physically sick before, both from normal illnesses and from events, and he's been metaphysically sick as well from issues with his grace both here and--more seriously and 'currently'--at home. But he normally heals from injuries very quickly, as he'd told Sam before, so this had been an entirely new experience he'd had no way to gauge the severity of ~~other than common sense and we all know how that goes~~.]

And you say me and Cas are the culprits.

[Rei you ridic, too.]

I'm home. Just scrounging for possible medicinal plants, or ones that taste okay.

It's going about as well as you'd expect.

Things usually reserved for my world.

[But there's a clear relief as she cleans Cas up, and his swallows hard, eyeing the fleeing marks with more and more tension draining from him. He's not sure what fae power she's utilizing, but he won't question it.

Well, until she starts getting paler.]

Katie, it's draining you - you should stop soon.

You started it.

[/four years old]

I have to convince Castiel to eat a squirrel tonight, so you can guess how well hunting has been going.

I think that stupid girl got rid of all of the food when she moved us here. Moron.

I'll be there soon.

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[Tell him about it. Most of his catches are going to animals who are too stupid to hunt for themselves, pretty much. On the bright side, Riot is good at retrieving carcasses.]

I'll be waiting.

[hangin' out at the crummy table at the cabin, holla]

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[Honestly it's the exact same arte that fixed your drill holes, Sam. Just... the more she does in terms of focus the easier the harder things are to do.]

What makes you think I'm not from your world?

[Hah. So there. She's not stopping until she's done, by the by-- but there is no actual danger to her here apart from sheer exhaustion. So excuse her kind of listing sideways when the streaks vanish altogether-- but she's not quite done yet. Stubbornly, she heals the cut she made on Castiel's arm as well.

I am awesome, okay, debt repaid. Watch me, idk. Pass out now.]

[Sam huffs a breath, relaxes a bit, and then says in a whisper:]

Go to sleep, Rosie.

[Sam breathes out, some sort of relief washing over him.

Seems like it really is all put to rights. He'll have to give Katie a pat on the head for that.]

Welcome to the land of the human again. We make up for the flimsy bodies with the sturdy souls, right?

[ He doesn't have to tell her twice. She'd already been starting to drift off so sleep comes quickly. She's still practically a tangled mess of limbs around him but he doesn't seem to mind too much anymore.

After a couple of minutes, she's out like a light and it'll be the best nights sleep she's had in what feels like forever. Shin kicks and being called someone else's name during cuddles aside anyway. ]

[She arrives about twenty minutes later, her hair pinned up for once. She sets her bow in the corner before approaching the table with something of a quiet hesitance before setting a bag full of nuts on the table.]

I think they're all edible.

[She sits down in a rickety chair, frowning.]

The squirrels aren't dead, so.

[are you passing out

yep yeah she's totally falling over now —

Sam makes a few unhappy little hey sounds before he hefts her up and lays her pretty much next to Castiel on the big blanket pile that is their bedrooms. And then he huffs, puts a hand to Castiel's pulse. It's steady. Puts a hand to Katie's pulse. Checks their heart rates. Makes sure they're just tired.

Not much he can do now but keep an eye on them.

So, he sits and watches over them while sharpening the beginnings of an arrow.]

I suppose so.

[He seems to be considering that a moment.]

It is still... Strange to have one.

[Not that it's something he's actively aware of all the time, but it is weird conceptually.]

[Sam is working on a ton of half-finished things, using up every inch of the paper he'd gotten carried over from home. The biggest piece looks to be some sort of design, which he gently moves aside to look down at the bag of nuts. Ah. Well, someone's been busy. He glances up at her with a bit more pleasant of an expression than the intense focus he'd had moments earlier.]

You sure you're not a squirrel?

I think I would've been exiled from their community by now if I was.

[Given how many she's shot in the past two weeks, anyway.

She makes herself comfortable in her seat, resting her chin in her hands as she glances over the design -- brow furrowing, because some pieces look familiar but some look alien, which seems to be par for the course with their universe. Castiel tends to think that she cares about how the sigils work, seeing as she uses her own specific brand of talisman, so she lets him talk about what each symbol means in lieu of telling him that she doesn't really care so long as they do what they're supposed to do.

Ah, well.

-- right, she had a reason for interrupting his apparent art time.]

... I wanted to apologize.

[After a moment of silence, shifting her attention back to him, with a slight frown.]

I crossed a line that I shouldn't have and I took out my own fear on you and that's not very fair.

[He shrugs after a long pause, eyes on the sigil.]

It's fine. In a way, you're right. I'm not any better or worse — I'm not any more special than anyone else when it comes to dealing with Lucifer. I mean... I don't know. Maybe I'm a worse choice. Maybe I let it all get to me too much. [He hesitates, jaw clenching faintly, fingers fiddling with a paper.] Seeing the people I care about talk to him, get hurt by him, I guess it — memories all just... flood back in, and I panic.

... So yeah. I don't know if I can just get over it. But I'll try better.

[He leans back in his chair. And gives Rei a calm but sure look, speaking soft but not at all disingenuous.]

But I want one thing to be straight here. And I want to make it clear without any fighting or hard feelings: I know Castiel, too. I know what he's like; we've been through a hell of a lot together, just like you and he have. Some things you know, some things you don't. He's one of the only friends I've got left.

Don't lecture me on what to remember about him, and I'll do the same for you.

I think we both deserve that much.

[The more he talks, the more her brow furrows, which is a sure sign that Rei is about to argue -- but then she pauses, resting her fingertips on the table before settling her palms down on the worn wood.

It's something to do with her hands that isn't picking at her already frayed sleeves or worrying at her hair.

It takes a minute of sorting out what she wants to say, and how bluntly honest she wants to be -- and one thing is easier to decide than the other.]

I'm going to tell you some things and I don't want you to pity me or treat me like I'm a kid, because I'm not one.

[That seems to be a fairly good disclaimer and a good starting point.]

So if we can agree to that, then I can talk.

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