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Day 58: Cafeteria
Anise woke up feeling lucky to be alive. She still felt a bit waterlogged, even though her skin, hair, and clothes were completely dry. During last night's adventures, she'd swallowed a lot of water, and it still felt heavy and disgusting in her stomach. Her arms and legs were tired from treading water. Lying still in her bed, she still kind of felt like she was floating and bobbing in the water.
But she was alive.
Knowing how close she came to death last night, and remembering the lengths her friends had gone to in order to save her, there was no way Anise could let a little discomfort get her down. She had to be at her best today so she wouldn't seem ungrateful to Guy and Claude. On that note, she had to remember to thank them properly, now that she was better able to express herself.
While getting ready, Anise was surprised to actually run into Claude that morning. He came to her room asking for the notebook he stored there (or maybe it was an excuse to see her cute face again), so Anise happily located it and handed it over. She was pretty tired, but the big smile she gave him was genuine. Who wouldn't be happy to see her savior so soon after a dramatic rescue?
After he left, Anise finished re-tying her pigtails into a low position so the military beret would fit on her head, and then she was ready! Even though her stomach wasn't feeling that great, she figured sitting down to a decent meal would help normalize it. And luckily for her, she was among the few who had the privilege of eating such a meal. Anise filled a plate with french toast topped with syrup and fruit, accompanied by small portions of each of the available side dishes.
It looked like she was early, which meant there weren't a lot of people around. That was okay, though. Anise could get a good head start on her meal before any company came around. She sat down at a table by herself and started on her sausage first.
[for Tolten!]
But she was alive.
Knowing how close she came to death last night, and remembering the lengths her friends had gone to in order to save her, there was no way Anise could let a little discomfort get her down. She had to be at her best today so she wouldn't seem ungrateful to Guy and Claude. On that note, she had to remember to thank them properly, now that she was better able to express herself.
While getting ready, Anise was surprised to actually run into Claude that morning. He came to her room asking for the notebook he stored there (or maybe it was an excuse to see her cute face again), so Anise happily located it and handed it over. She was pretty tired, but the big smile she gave him was genuine. Who wouldn't be happy to see her savior so soon after a dramatic rescue?
After he left, Anise finished re-tying her pigtails into a low position so the military beret would fit on her head, and then she was ready! Even though her stomach wasn't feeling that great, she figured sitting down to a decent meal would help normalize it. And luckily for her, she was among the few who had the privilege of eating such a meal. Anise filled a plate with french toast topped with syrup and fruit, accompanied by small portions of each of the available side dishes.
It looked like she was early, which meant there weren't a lot of people around. That was okay, though. Anise could get a good head start on her meal before any company came around. She sat down at a table by herself and started on her sausage first.
[for Tolten!]
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Probably a good thing Sam decided to pull his diplomatic Jedi thing, Dean sitting stiff next to him and grinding his teeth, trying to tell himself that Castiel was brainwashed or whatever and this wasn't really him. Hopefully. Now Dean didn't consider himself the most sensitive guy out there, but he was pretty sure that last time he checked, you didn't run up to someone you barely knew and ask how suicidal they happened to feel today. Despite how awkward it was gonna be in the next couple of seconds, Dean was glad Sam wanted to pull him aside, if only so he didn't have to get more questions like that coming from left field.
"Yeah, sure," Dean said. He sounded even friendly. Dean swung around on the seat and got to his feet, moving further out of range as if he was thinking about inspecting that pink gruel at the counter.
He didn't even know why it was pink. It wasn't even a natural color.
Dean waited for Sam to catch up, keeping his voice down.
"If he keeps it up, I'm gonna deck him," Dean grumbled, because it felt a hell of a lot easier to talk about Castiel than this Ruby thing.
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The atmosphere immediately turned awkward after that, as he realized he couldn't dodge the Ruby discussion forever. He'd pulled Dean aside; it was now or never.
Crap.
The other question was whether Dean knew about the time difference...but he had to have. There was no way Dean wouldn't have put two and two together. If there was time for Sam to have struck up an alliance with a demon for several months, then a good chunk of time had to have passed. No, Dean knew about that, too.
"Look, before you say anything, I meant to...I wanted to tell you, okay, I just. I didn't know how to tell you that you died, Dean. Everything, it happened after you died, and when I saw you again here for the first time..."
He shot a quick glance at the guards, partly to make sure they weren't attracting any unwanted attention by hovering in a corner, and to have an excuse to look away.
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“So what’s she doing here?” Dean didn’t even know where to start. “Sam, you don’t think it’s a bit weird for a demon to show up acting all buddy buddy? Dude, what if she knew I was gonna be okay?”
It made sense to him. From what he understood, he was something of a catch to the crossroads demons and they were probably keen on keeping an eye on him and his contract and okay, so he didn’t read the fine print. How did you work out what having a contract twice meant? Or apparently dying like he was supposed to, according to Sam’s version of things. Christ, it made his head hurt trying to work this out. Dean pretended like he was checking out the totally fascinating options of slop, slop and more slop, keeping his voice down to a hissing whisper. The sad thing was he couldn’t blame Sam for having a hard time keeping his head on straight after he supposedly died. It wasn’t like Dean had done much better after Cold Oak.
He didn’t even want to think back to it. Just remembering that empty feeling, Sam lying there? It still scared him, way way more than Hell ever could.
So yeah, he thought on some level he understood where Sam came from. It was the whole demon thing and their bullshit mind-games he was struggling with. It didn’t help that demon bitch had stuck to her guns on this whole thing either