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Lucy is no stranger to casual relationships, or she wasn't before she was magicked into thinking she was a 1950's housewife in a bizarre town. Surprisingly, she discovered she loved the bizarre town and the 1950's style. The FBI agent angel that had come to investigate wasn't too shabby himself, even if he hadn't been her usual type (older, less douche-y, more angel-y). She'd been surprised at first when the angel kept coming around and even more surprised when they'd started having sex (she did might've said "I didn't know angels could have sex"). Now, she's even fonder of the angel and the sex, but she's not entirely sure what they are. She's even more baffled that she might care about a label because that hasn't been her style before now. Part of her blames the whole 1950's experience.
In any case, she's at home taking a batch of cupcakes out of the oven when Castiel pops into the kitchen. She used to startle when he did that, now she glances over her shoulder at him and smiles. "Hey, Handsome. What's up?"
In any case, she's at home taking a batch of cupcakes out of the oven when Castiel pops into the kitchen. She used to startle when he did that, now she glances over her shoulder at him and smiles. "Hey, Handsome. What's up?"
