text - un; bluebird69

[venatoris]

so everyone's cool with the squid thing
like everyone just collectively agreed that was okay
and went with it
that's a thing people just live with in this crappy city

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[venatoris]

[ It makes sense there's wards. That's something he would do, that his brother and Cas would do.

His hands slip into his pockets and he squints up at it, something weird and thick in his throat. ]

Yeah. That -- would be good. This feels kinda weird, you know? I don't really know what to think about it.

[ He's really grateful Raleigh's here, even if he doesn't recognize him. How would he have found this otherwise? It's so damn far out here - which makes sense, it's where he would've chosen on his own - that it would've taken him ages.

And it's a beautiful house, something wholly his but there's a distinct feeling of not belonging at all. ]

[righthemisphere]

Yeah, I get that.

[He nods for Dean to follow and leads him in, knocking before trying the door. It is open and the house is dark. He can't say he's surprised but it's no less disheartening.]

Castiel, Sam? Charlie??

[Nothing. A sigh. He flips on the lights and heads to the kitchen where he knows Dean keeps the stash of good shit, navigating comfortably like he's done this many times before and coming back with a bottle of something amber and two short glasses.

No one answers his call except Zepp, who appears from nowhere and bounces towards Raleigh and then to Dean once they see there is no Spaghetti to play with.]

You're gonna want this. We've got a lot to cover.

[venatoris]

[ Dean watches Raleigh move around the house (his? house?) with ease, and there's a familiarity there that tells him that maybe they were friends. Otherwise how the hell would Raleigh know where his good shit is? ]

...You've been in here a lot, huh.

[ Dean moves to pull a chair out from the kitchen table, but then there's a critter scrambling through the house and Dean's first reaction is to shriek, then grab a broom and try to shove it out the door. ]

Friggin' rodents--

[righthemisphere]

Woah- No no NO NO STOP

[Raleigh straight throws himself between Dean and the fox, arms out wide. If it means he takes a broom to the face so be it.]

STOP-- Dean this is Zepp, she's your omen. She's yours, man!

[venatoris]

[ Probably definitely a broom to the hip, that's for sure. ]

She's a what?

[ Zepp is so fucking offended, poofing out of existence only to reappear on the kitchen table, chittering angrily. You dipshit human. ]

[righthemisphere]

Your omen, man. It's an animal familiar. Everyone that washes up gets one, she's an extension of your soul.

[venatoris]

The hell--

[ Zepp glowers at him, sitting on her little haunches and shaking a paw like she's...

From a cartoon.

Dean lets the broom fall and scrubs at his face, rubbing his eyes hard. ]

God, what the fuck.

[righthemisphere]

I know.. I know, tell me about it.

[He turns his attention to the general air]

Spaghetti, c'mere.

[A beat. Then a fat raccoon appears on the ground near Raleigh's feet in a little poof of smoke and stands for him to pick her up. Which he obviously does.]

This is mine. Her name's Spaghetti.

[Spaghetti chitters in greeting and wriggles to climb up onto Raleigh's shoulder where she settles.]

[venatoris]

[ this is so stressful, seriously. jfc. ]

A racoon named Spaghetti? There a story there?

[ he asks this because he needs there to be one, to be something to distract him from the little fox that's now making her way back over to him and climbing up his body like she belongs there, perching on his shoulder. ]

[righthemisphere]

[Raleigh snorts and nods as he reaches back to stroke under her chin.]

Kinda. She started living in my roof a while back before we got here to Trench and I didn't have the heart to kick her out. I didn't know what to feed her but she liked Spaghetti and it just kinda stuck. Turns out she was pregnant so we've got some meatballs running around, too.

[ie no story he is just a fucking dork]