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[demonicbeauty]

State your business with Ariadne...

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[venatoris]

I'm not sure yet, honestly. We don't really know where his soul is, but I have a bad feeling it's back home, in Lucifer's cage.

[ Which...is not great. At all. ]

[demonicbeauty]

Lucifer's cage?

[Slow blink.]

What's that?

[venatoris]

The cage the Devil's locked in. Sam trapped him in there but he had to go in, too. It's -- complicated.

[ And fresh, for Dean. ]

[demonicbeauty]

[She exhales softly.]

I assume that cage is in your world?

[venatoris]

[ He nods, dragging a hand over his face. He's tired, man. ]

Yeah. It is. Thankfully.

[demonicbeauty]

All right.

[She takes a quick sip of her tea.]

So how do we get it here?

[venatoris]

That's the real question. I don't know. Cas and I were trying to confirm the whole lack of soul thing, and with how the spell went I think it's safe to say we were right.

But I dunno how to get it here without popping Lucifer out of his cage.

[demonicbeauty]

Maybe something to do with the water? We all arrived here by way of the water.

[As squids, it was strange. We won't dwell on that.]

Some way to summon it through the sea?

[venatoris]

Yeah...yeah, maybe. I'm just not sure.

[ Being sure probably means reaching out to Cas, and he's not sure he's ready to do that yet. The idea of him still stings, the loss aching in his chest like a broken limb, throbbing in agony. ]

I think the first step is...really making sure that we're right. There's only one way I know how to do that, and that's to involve the angel.

[ Can't even say his name, can you. Coward. ]

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne winces a little.]

I think, if we're asking favors, we're going to have to get you two back on a first-name basis.

[venatoris]

We've been at odds before. It isn't the first time.

[ Cas will do it, Dean just...has to ask and not yell at him for leaving him again. ]

[demonicbeauty]

[She exhales slowly.]

Do you want me to ask him?

I can do it, if you give me the right words.

[venatoris]

No, it's fine. I'll get with him.

I have his crap anyway. He needs to get it out of the house since he doesn't want to be there.

[demonicbeauty]

Do you need me to go with you?

[It's a genuine offer. Not one oozing with pity.]

[venatoris]

No...no, I think I'll be okay.

[ Probably. They'll likely fight like cats but he knows Cas gives a shit about Sam, at least, so he'll do it. ]

[demonicbeauty]

[She doesn't look wholly convinced. But she has to trust Dean. It's the only way to make sure that Dean trusts her.

She absolutely won't be sidelined in this. Won't be infantilized.

Won't be treated the way Obi-Wan is treating her.]

I have a friend: Varian. If we need to research or build or brew anything, he would be willing to help.

[venatoris]

[ No...Dean doesn't want to sideline her. He just has to make sure of a few things, first. And Cas is the only one who can stuff a fist into Sam's chest and find out. Then they can go from there. ]

I haven't met him, but if he's a friend of yours, then I'm willing to give it a try.

[demonicbeauty]

I won't start anything until we're sure.

...and, I guess, until we know what we're going to do.

[venatoris]

I'd appreciate that.

As soon as I hear something, you'll be the first to know.

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne nods, choosing to believe him for now.]

What about little Sam? Is he...safe?

[venatoris]

He's probably the safest of the bunch. Living his dream childhood, really. Going to school, doing trig instead of sleeping in the backseat of the impala, wondering what gas station our next sandwich is coming from.

[demonicbeauty]

[Well, that's a relief.]

Does he know about what's going on?

Should he?

[venatoris]

He doesn't, yet.

[ But Dean's being harassed in al ater dated thread, so. You know. ]

But he'll need to, eventually. This isn't his first rodeo.

[demonicbeauty]

If you need a safe place for him, he can stay here.

[She looks around the room. And gives him an embarrassed smile.]

I'll find a bed for him.

[venatoris]

Nah, he's alright. There's nothing going on at the cabin that's dangerous. Sam's being a dick, but he isn't bringing it home.

[ And little Sammy is as protective of his older brother as Dean is of him. Dean knows that the kid won't go anywhere - he knows that because he wouldn't, if it were reversed. ]