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𝕸𝖆𝖌'𝖘 𝕴𝖓𝖓 • 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 — ＴＥＸＴ • ＡＣＴＩＯＮ • / / 𝚄𝙽:

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[tobeclosetohim]

[ Something complicated wasn't any kind of a surprise. Not given he's here at the bar, at the end, on his own. No Dean or anyone else around him, just seeing whatever this was through to already. Jo doesn't mind, though, either. This used to be so much of what she did; she's still navigating whether it still can be. She took a drink, savoring the sharp burn down her throat. ]

That more like 'not here in the Horizon' or more like, not here on this weird new world?

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[Being on his own doesn't make much of a difference for Castiel, he's been alone in one way or another much of his life. Heard all the ways that he was isolated, and different, and how those things alienated him.

Now, moments of solitude brought him solace. In the absence of Jack, of everything he'd known when he'd first set foot in the Free Cities he sought it out on purpose never expecting he'd have company despite it.]

This weird new world, as you put it.

[tobeclosetohim]

[ Jo knows there's still more there, where he said not here, but she's also good at knowing when to push for more and when not to push at all. There was a lot about this bar, and all the people who sat on the stools on the other side of it for decades that came down to know which of those to do at the right moment.

Which isn't this one, so Jo nods. Easy smooth.
It slides just as smoothly as anything with it. ]

And what do you make of this 'weird little world' we've all fallen into?

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[What's unsaid always hangs heavy in the air around him. He's been dealing with his own truth, the future no one else had experienced quite yet and in many ways, it brought him peace, not grief.

A lie by omission was still a lie, but informing anyone of the years missed and the constant suffering within them was a burden, not a blessing. Castiel knew all too well the cost of telling someone their 'destiny.']

Like any other. It has its rules and its risks. I should be asking you that though. You seem to have settled in nicely.

[tobeclosetohim]

Give me a door, and I'll be gone before you can say "hey."

[ Which sounds flippant and off cuff maybe—and Jo knows Dean would try to bolt her feet to the floor—but that doesn't stop it not being a lie. She knows she's supposed to die, and it's not that chasing that death; it's that this place? This isn't what she signed up for. This isn't what she walked out for. This isn't the job she wanted in every fiber of her body to be doing any sacrifice had become acceptable for the continuation of holding back a drop of the endless dark. ]