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★ 13 [Video] Sheep are bad. America's Next Top Model is good

[Lucy is lying on her side on a white couch. She's got one arm folded under her head and she's wearing a white button down shirt but the video is very firmly kept on her face and her neck, not widening out.]

So I want to know what the City has against sheep.

We should have the contestants for America's Next Top Model here instead. They could attack each other. It'd be more fun.

Did anyone actually get to talk to their Mom the other day?

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Hm. [Once he receives (and figures out how to follow) the directions, Castiel appears inside the door of the apartment, looking around placidly for his hostess.]

Lucy is in the kitchen making coffee when Cas pops in. She jumps a little and lets out a half scream [She's jumpier right now okay] but she does not spill the coffee grounds. She had actually been planning on making the coffee then getting dressed before Cas arrived. As it is, he gets Lucy in one of Harry's shirts and suit jackets, no pants and her hair pulled up in a ponytail. She beams a smile at him, walks over and tip toes, kissing him on the cheek.

She doesn't hug because her entire body is a mass of black and blue bruises. She figures he's not much of a hugger. If she doesn't force it he won't. Most of her bruises are concentrated on her torso.

Castiel's brow furrows; not at the screaming or the outfit and not even at the peck on the cheek (fortunately he's short enough that she doesn't have to stretch too far). His eyes drift downward and if Dean were present he'd yell at Castiel for his unpracticed leering skills. But Castiel is looking at the hidden wounds.

He looks back up to her eyes, a questioning look hopefully speaking when he does not.

For someone who's often expressionless, the look on Cas' face right now speaks volumes. Lucy could pretend to be oblivious but really it's better to get it out there right now. She doesn't want him thinking Harry did this.

"It's nothing. I was stupid and I went down to the Underground looking for my Mom. Harry saved me before anything really bad could happen."

Which isn't meant to imply this isn't really bad. It's meant to imply that this could have been so much worse.

"You went into the Underground." He understands the gravity of such an action, given the size and lack of skill of the woman who took it. Castiel doesn't know Harry, and he doesn't really care. He just knows that Lucy was interesting and didn't expect everything from him that most people in the City did. She made it easy for him to just be.

He moves close to her and puts his finger to her forehead. The strain is more than it should be, but the wounds are light enough that he is able to take care of them for her without consequence to himself. And really, he's not sure how much longer that ability will last so he might as well use it while he can.

"I didn't mean to. I just--" And then she stops because hello angel pressing his finger to her forehead. This is weird.

Then it's not weird because she doesn't hurt anymore. She's not sore and--yes, yes she can take a whole, deep breath without wanting to cry. Lucy almost frantically shoves the too-long jacket and shirt sleeve up to reveal a white bandage on her wrist. It takes her a moment to get it unwrapped but the puncture wounds there are healed; just little points of new, pink skin now.

And proper squishing is in order now so Lucy flings her arms around Cas' neck and hugs him tightly. "Thank you."

He allows himself to be smooshed in the tiny thing's arms and manages to squeak out, "You're welcome."

Lucy beams at him and pulls back. "One mocha with extra whipped cream coming right up."

And she bounces back to making coffee. "Have a seat if you want. Just don't mess with the TV. It's paused. Skinny and Bony are about to fight over a lowfat blueberry muffin."

Instead, Castiel follows her toward the coffee. Television doesn't really do it for him, though that might be aided by the fact that when Dean is around, all that's on the TV is porn.

"Skinny and Bony?"

"I can't remember their real names," Lucy admits while she adds a ton of whipped cream to one of those giant cups. She passes it across the counter to Castiel then begins to make her own cup.

"One of them is super tall and skinnier than should be normal. The other is a bit shorter but she's all bones sticking out. Hips and shoulder blades you could cut someone with."

He takes it and waits for her to drink. Not out of any sort of manners, of course. That's just how he does it.

"At least the nicknames are fitting, then."

"I've nicknamed them all because I can't remember their real names but you have to separate them somehow. That way you know who to bet on during the cat fights. Sometimes I recycle nicknames for the next season."

It's called a marathon for a reason. She's bored here, alone and until five minutes ago, she was hurt. TV marathons are necessary evils.

She takes a careful sip of the coffee. It's hot but the milk and the whipped cream have cooled it down a bit so she can take a drink without burning her tongue.

"You're fairly thin." He's just wondering what the deal is with making fun of the skinny people when she's one of them.

His coffee is interesting. Last time he did this, he drank too much and ended up feeling very jittery which is bad when you're an angel that can teleport anywhere. Now, he'll take his time, thank you.

"Thank you!" Lucy beams at him not really getting his point. "These girls are like 'I haven't eaten a hamburger since I was 13' thin though. Plus they're like a size 2 and 5'10. I'm a size 2 and 5'1"

Don't lie Lucy. You barely reach 5'1.

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