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[ It takes being confronted with the sight of him like this for her to realize that she's just grateful to have him here in one piece, real and warm and under her hands, even if she doesn't know the full story leading up to tonight and everything that's on their tail right now; she assumes that Sam and Cas are at least somewhere nearby, if not waiting out in the car themselves, and at some point they're going to have to take inventory when it comes to their own, especially if this is going to be the place where they make their final stand, but she can't find it in her to be mad about him for bringing this to her doorstep.
She'd told him once before that she'd have his back for whatever came next, whatever they had to face, and she'd meant it even in an end-of-the-world type scenario; it's not her first time dealing with one of those and she knows he's got a few apocalypses under his belt, so between the two of them and the others maybe they can even keep their shit together long enough to survive a little longer. They've cheated Death before, sometimes literally, so who says they can't pull it off one more time?
Either way, they're not going to figure it out at whatever the hell time it is now, when most of Purgatory is sound asleep in their beds completely ignorant of what's coming; in the morning, they'll put some coffee on and put their heads together and Sam and Waves can hit the books and maybe they can stumble across a fix, but for now it's just the two of them in the old house idly settling around them, the fire crackling in the other room and a bottle of whiskey to get through.
She breathes out a sigh when he mentions Jack, and for a minute there's nothing to say at all; she just closes the space between them to hug him again, guiding him to her shoulder with her cheek tucked against his. ] Do you wanna take care of him now, or — maybe we can wait for everyone else, bury him in the morning? [ Up on the hill, maybe. Near where she had to bury Dolls. ]
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She'd told him once before that she'd have his back for whatever came next, whatever they had to face, and she'd meant it even in an end-of-the-world type scenario; it's not her first time dealing with one of those and she knows he's got a few apocalypses under his belt, so between the two of them and the others maybe they can even keep their shit together long enough to survive a little longer. They've cheated Death before, sometimes literally, so who says they can't pull it off one more time?
Either way, they're not going to figure it out at whatever the hell time it is now, when most of Purgatory is sound asleep in their beds completely ignorant of what's coming; in the morning, they'll put some coffee on and put their heads together and Sam and Waves can hit the books and maybe they can stumble across a fix, but for now it's just the two of them in the old house idly settling around them, the fire crackling in the other room and a bottle of whiskey to get through.
She breathes out a sigh when he mentions Jack, and for a minute there's nothing to say at all; she just closes the space between them to hug him again, guiding him to her shoulder with her cheek tucked against his. ] Do you wanna take care of him now, or — maybe we can wait for everyone else, bury him in the morning? [ Up on the hill, maybe. Near where she had to bury Dolls. ]