"My friend is dead," Lust said, simply, when she approached. There was no reason to delve into specifics or details. Castiel had already had to listen to her dithering worries over breakfast. Not unfounded worries, either, as it turned out.

She held out the flower, stiffly, her expression a guarded one.

"Both my friends are dead," she amended. "This is yours. I don't have any use for it anymore."