[ What else can they do? When he'd died, he's certain no one had come to bury him or retrieve what was left of him. No one had mentioned finding a body, so that only leaves one assumption. Castiel eyes her. ]
I shot him in the head, Fatima. He isn't going to turn. [ He hates that it still sounds angry, that every emotion he's trying to ignore surfaces rather quickly. ] Could you —
[ Castiel lifts his hand, loosely clenching his fingers into a fist to indicate the fire he'd seen her control before. There is no question about what he thinks they should do, and once it's done, they need to move quickly. ]
[Normal people, when they're asking for a favor, ask for a cup of sugar or a few dollars. Apparently, Fatima is waste management.
Something to think about at some other time, maybe.
But maybe this is the only option. If they can't carry him away, it's better than leaving him for the vultures. That just feels undignified. And sure, she and Dean don't exactly get along but...that doesn't mean he deserves indignity.
She gives Cas an even look.]
Promise me that you'll tell Sam. That's all I ask.
[ He hardly thinks of her like that. Only-- Castiel doesn't have many options left, and he feels that, with the onslaught of night, they need to be quick about it before anything else happens. He can process this later. Maybe. ]
I will.
[ Of course he will. He wants to, and he thinks, by some strange turn of events, he has to. He looks at her carefully. ]
He deserves to know. [ Even if he hopes this is only temporary. ]
[ And he shakes his head once, forcing himself to keep the words at bay. He doesn't want to explain anymore than that. He doesn't want to tell her anything. He doesn't want to think about it. ] What are you going to do?
[She keeps herself from saying, "What he tried to do to me." It's a delicious irony, but one only she can enjoy. Because while Fatima has a nasty, vengeful streak to her, she's not a cruel person by nature. She's not some kind of demon. She has empathy and she has kindness.
And in all reality, no matter her feelings about this particular Dean, she does not rejoice in his death.
Her hands are still slimy with blood, so it's a simple matter of squeezing her fingers together, just slightly, to coax a small, fresh ooze. And then, at once, both of them are ablaze, golden light dancing off of the planes of her face as she eyes the car.]
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I shot him in the head, Fatima. He isn't going to turn. [ He hates that it still sounds angry, that every emotion he's trying to ignore surfaces rather quickly. ] Could you —
[ Castiel lifts his hand, loosely clenching his fingers into a fist to indicate the fire he'd seen her control before. There is no question about what he thinks they should do, and once it's done, they need to move quickly. ]
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Something to think about at some other time, maybe.
But maybe this is the only option. If they can't carry him away, it's better than leaving him for the vultures. That just feels undignified. And sure, she and Dean don't exactly get along but...that doesn't mean he deserves indignity.
She gives Cas an even look.]
Promise me that you'll tell Sam. That's all I ask.
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I will.
[ Of course he will. He wants to, and he thinks, by some strange turn of events, he has to. He looks at her carefully. ]
He deserves to know. [ Even if he hopes this is only temporary. ]
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Hopefully, Cas won't tell Dean when he comes back.
Because he's going to come back.]
Okay. Check the car's tank. If it's full, get as far away as possible right now.
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It's empty. We were looking for more when--
[ And he shakes his head once, forcing himself to keep the words at bay. He doesn't want to explain anymore than that. He doesn't want to tell her anything. He doesn't want to think about it. ] What are you going to do?
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And in all reality, no matter her feelings about this particular Dean, she does not rejoice in his death.
Her hands are still slimy with blood, so it's a simple matter of squeezing her fingers together, just slightly, to coax a small, fresh ooze. And then, at once, both of them are ablaze, golden light dancing off of the planes of her face as she eyes the car.]