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[cholesterol]

Why do I feel like that will have consequences.

I never sleep great. You play cards? Drink?

[transponders]

Because you've been here longer than two minutes?

I drink and play cards. Is this an invitation?

[cholesterol]

Nah, it's my thirty-some years on my planet that tells me that.

I got a bottle and a set of Go Fish. Beggars can't be choosers in the commune.

[transponders]

Can't wait to see what kind of gutrot they've got in the commune.

I'll see you soon, then.

[cholesterol]

( He's outside his domicile, sitting by candle light. He's retrieved two glasses so they're not both drinking straight from the bottle.

As she approaches, she'll see him pouring them each two fingers of a very cheap whiskey. )

[transponders]

[ Misty shows up soon after, pulling her (natalie's, the dead one, back home) leather jacket tight around herself to protect from the cool night air. It doesn’t much suit her, her whole five-foot-one and bouncy blonde curls, but she wears it almost everywhere, anyway. A reminder of what she's protecting. ]

Hey. [ An awkward wave. As the clock ticks, they fail, by a single vote. Despite trying everything, promising everything, and making enemies of people who didn't know her name, four days ago. ] I'm sorry.

[ She gulps down half of it with a cough. It's shit, but she expected it to be. ]

I'm more of a vodka gal, but for you, for...this, I'll take what we can get.

[cholesterol]

For me. Really. ( He never met her before and somehow he has a new friend. Some days he doesn't deserve friends. ) Devon says I suck. I probably suck. ( He clicks his jaw, sitting back, the pack of cards sitting unopened between them. ) You think a wolf got jailed tonight?

[transponders]

You see anyone else inviting me for a drink?

[ Arms outstretched, gesturing at the commune at large, finally quiet, after days of chaos. ]

Devon's upset. He has a right to be. The fact is, [ Smaller sip this time. ] Sherlock couldn't come up with an ironclad case in these conditions. We just have to do our best. I do think Saber is guilty, at least.

[cholesterol]

( You were pushy. But, helpful. He studies her, wanting to ask a question, but then doesn't. )

There's that. I don't think Danny is. But, if he did Cas in just like last time, then, ( he too gestures. ) You really heard Cas say that 'He was small?' Really? You're a -- what's your role's name?

[transponders]

Danny sounds like an ass, but that doesn't mean he did it. Everything they said about the murders before sounded so personal. You said Castiel didn't even know him.

[ She nods. ]

Koby said it was called a 'necromancer'. Wish it came with an instruction manual.

[cholesterol]

Castiel didn't know anyone. Like I barely know anyone. Like you and me exchanged messages know each other now. Who here would keep it that personal with him.

( He doesn't know. )

People hitting you up to try and get your ten seconds in for theirs?

[transponders]

We had more than anyone other than grudges, and there's still things that don't add up. I wish I could say.

[ Misty leans forward, elbow on the table, and opens uo the pack of cards. ]

I've got people trying to make deals, but I haven't had that feeling again. I think it must be once per round, like the wolves and doctors.

[cholesterol]

And Cas drew the long straw from beyond the grave. Sounds like him. He look good? Or, nailed?

( Finally, he takes a stiff drink, breathing through the burn of the cheap whiskey. )

[transponders]

He looked...distressed.

[ She cringes, in sympathy. Sorry, Dean. Misty has to look at the back of the box to remember how many cards to start with, because she hasn't played go fish since she was a kid. But beggers can't be choosers. She starts shuffling. ]

How'd you two meet?

[cholesterol]

He dragged me out of Hell.

( He gives no more information. Because, is that not just a first meeting? There is more. They didn't meet right after that. He found a convenience store in the middle of nowhere. He couldn't communicate. Almost deafened him. Real meet-violent.

And then at Bobby's, in the barn, he showed himself. )

[transponders]

[ Her lips bunch to one side of her face, eyebrows raised. It’s not disbelief, just...processing. Misty thinks she’s adapting fairly well, actually, to the interdimensional time travel aspect of whole adventure, but even a know-it-all should be able to admit when things are a little out of her depth. She’s used to horrors, but mundane ones. Human psychosis, human flesh, human mistakes. ]

Huh. Wouldn’t think angels would be allowed.

[cholesterol]

He didn't act alone. ( Sort of. It's a long story. He takes the rest back in one gulp and pours a healthier amount, angling his foot as he sits up straighter. ) He brought me back because he and the other angels believed me and my brother had a place in the coming apocalypse.

[transponders]

A...preventative place, right?

[ Fascinated, as she deals out cards. ]

[cholesterol]

They wanted us to spearhead it. Let Lucifer out of his cage, take our rightful places as their ... this isn't too much?

( He's a little drunk already, and he probably just sounds crazy, anyway. Talking serial killers with girl Sam is different. Misty's seen it. He can track her eyes. The woods did something to her, like it would to anyone. )