On dusting off and apping to Portes

[roadhouse_mama]

You know, I was starting to think you might have forgotten about me. Then someone had to go and mention him and you're all set to send me off to the races again? [Not that she minds, really. She's missed him a lot.]

And with two Deans running around something tells me I'm about to have my hands more than full.

.. what do you mean Sam's minding a child?

Put the angel on hold. I'm going in first and I think you know better than to argue with me. Right?

Right.

Comments

[chosenfamily]

What? I've been doing perfectly fine with Shion!

[roadhouse_mama]

And maybe I just want to witness this little miracle for myself? [Incoming Harvelle hug Sammy. Brace yourself.] Always knew you had it in you.

[chosenfamily]

[Braced and ready, captain! And probably giving one back.]

I'm not sure I knew I had it in me, honestly. But...he's a good little kid.

[roadhouse_mama]

[At least it's not the old Harvelle one-two this time?] I've missed you Sam. And of course he is. Look who's taking care of him.

[chosenfamily]

[He can certainly be thankful for that. So is his jaw.]

Exactly. I'm surprised he's as well adjusted as he is at the moment!

[hellsbellsharry]

I'm guessing you're talking about me huh?
[Hi, Ellen. It's been a while.]

[roadhouse_mama]

Well I sure as hell ain't talking about the postman. C'mere you. [Two handfuls of duster and she's just going to pull you in for a very long, very overdue hug.]

[hellsbellsharry]

[He lets her, looping long arms around her shoulders and bending over as best he can. He grins at the top of her head.]

Missed you. And your pies.

[roadhouse_mama]

[Oh she's missed this. The warm smell of his duster, the faint scent of various herbs and everything that just made up.. Harry. The comment however, gets him a gentle shot to the ribs and a wry grin.] Damn well better be more than just pie you were missing.

[hellsbellsharry]

[He laughs, a warm and very happy sound.] No I think I missed everything. [A big hand rises to muss with her hair.]

You look good.

[roadhouse_mama]

[She raises up on her toes to brush her thumb along his jaw, familiar lines and familiar stubble.] So have I, Harry. Been a long damn time. Glad to see you again.

[hellsbellsharry]

[He leans into the kind touch, smiling like the giant dork he is.]

Same to you. Hasn't been the same without you about. And no one makes coffee like you.

[perfectantidote]

[Two Deans, huh? Well... that's familiar. His lips twitch upwards, though there's no humor in his eyes.]

So, uh. Are you seeing double, or does it take two of him... to keep Sam safe?

[roadhouse_mama]

[Well. Don't you look different?] You know the boys as well as I do, Cas. Takes a whole army to keep them safe most of the time.

[perfectantidote]

Don't I know it.

[You don't even know half of it, Ellen. At least the lessons in drinking shots were appreciated.]

Pity when the army's out of the picture.

[roadhouse_mama]

[Nothing like marching off to certain death nursing a hangover, right?] We'll make do, Cas. We always have in the past.

[perfectantidote]

[ There's no better or worse way to go. No other way, really. ]

You, uh... must mistake me. Not donning the coat any longer, gorgeous. But it's true - I make do.

[ Alone, in a camp full of people, orbiting a dying sun. ]

[missleftenant]

Hold up.

[She's dealt with Horsemen, trapped Death and all, and tumbled around with the witchy side of things and the odd really freaky creatures. Might be silly to draw the line at angels, but you gotta draw it somewhere, right?

Right.]

You're kidding, right? About angels.

[roadhouse_mama]

Afraid not. Angels, demons, just as real as anything else.

Problem is, you're never sure who's really on your side.