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[demonicbeauty]

State your business with Ariadne...

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[demonicbeauty]

[Poor Dean.

Her heart is aching for him. As is plainly evident on her face.]

Him?

[venatoris]

The old me. The older me.

[ He looks down at the mug on the floor and reaches for it, not knowing what else to do with his hands, wrapping his fingers around it and falling quiet. ]

[demonicbeauty]

[She lets go, backing off, giving him his space.

Talking about yourself like it's another person? That can't be good.]

I'm not sure his memories are any less real.

[venatoris]

I...can't tell. Because they're mine, and it's--

[ He doesn't know how to explain that he both is and isn't that guy. He was, but now he isn't, but he retains all of it, all those experiences, and it's..heavy. ]

I guess it doesn't matter. At least we didn't blow ourselves off the map with crappy spellwork.

[demonicbeauty]

Blow yourselves off the...what?

[Way too many figures of speech and metaphors in there.]

[venatoris]

[ He smiles. ]

...Nothing. We're alive. That's the important part.

[demonicbeauty]

Well, it is important.

[But she stares down into the depths of cup, looking troubled.]

How are you different from him? Besides the five years...

[venatoris]

I went back to the other timeline. The 'good' end, I guess.

[ It's not that good, in his opinion. ]

I lived out five years as him, then went back and...lived another year as...me. It's fuckin' weird, it feels crowded in my head.

[demonicbeauty]

A good end, though. That's...well...good, right?

[Still confusing. But it sounds a little better.]

[venatoris]

Sort of. It's not that great, but we stopped the apocalypse, which was the goal.

[ He guesses. ]

[demonicbeauty]

But?

[There's got to be some kind of 'but' in this. One that would make Dean so miserable.]

[venatoris]

It didn't just throw me back into the original timeline. It pushed Cas back, too, and he's--

[ Well. An angel, but Dean isn't outing Cas unless he wants to be. ]

Different. He was different, then. We weren't..as close. And it's put up a wall of glass between us, now.

[demonicbeauty]

Oh...

[Yes, that's a pretty terrible 'but.' And Ariadne is probably the worst person to offer any kind of advice.

The best she can offer is logic.]

Well, is he missing those five years too?

[venatoris]

Yeah. He remembers them, all of it, like I do, but we're both...different. I keep sayin' that, I know, but I dunno how else to put it.

[ He holds his tea, but doesn't drink it. ]

He left the cabin. Said he didn't have a reason to stay because he doesn't sleep or eat, so he just left. He left me.

[demonicbeauty]

Oh. He's changed back into a...

[She makes a vague gesture that could mean a variety of things. Ariadne met another version of Cas. He was...

Well, he made her very uncomfortable.]

[venatoris]

[ He lifts a brow, cause that's an interesting reaction. ]

Angel. He's an angel.

[demonicbeauty]

Right.

[Because the version she knew seemed to enjoy tactile sensation. Almost as much as an Alastrian.

Although she still hasn't figured out that wormwood thing.]

That's complicated.

[venatoris]

[ Don't ask. That Cas was a mess, but Dean loved him, violently, and now it's gone. ]

A little, yeah.

Sorry, didn't get a notif for this!

[demonicbeauty]

[She takes a deep breath, slowly letting it out between her teeth.]

Still. You and your family don't exactly let complicated things intimidate you.

no worries :>

[venatoris]

No...

[ It's true, they dont intimidate the Winchesters. ]

But sometimes they tear us apart.

[demonicbeauty]

Well, that's why I'm here. To put you back together if it does.

[She leans over to put her hand on his arm.]

[venatoris]

I dunno if one person can do that.

[ He smiles, because goddamn, Dean - pull your shit together. What's wrong with you, getting all emo on people? You've got this. ]

We'll be fine, though. We always are.

[demonicbeauty]

I know.

[Which isn't exactly a lie. More like Ariadne trying to be comforting. She's always been good at both.

For now, she squeezes his arm, before pulling back.

And lets out a slow breath.]

Dean...what were you saying before? About Sam and his...soul?

[venatoris]

Cas and I thought his soul was gone. Still do.

[ Considering their fight not so long ago, he's pretty confident that's the case. ]

[demonicbeauty]

[She hesitates. She swore that she would leave Dean out of it, that he had enough to deal with.

But if he's already there...]

Miss Evelyn and I were, uh, starting to wonder something along those lines as well.