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Wendy curls up on her side in bed, Jack facing away from her and snoring softly. She takes in the soft waves of his hair and the rise and fall of his breathing, carefully considering the spaces between each subconscious breath and she finds peace in its steadiness.

She reaches out and runs the tips of her fingers along his upper back, gentle and reverent and cautious not to wake him. She feels the soft cotton of his shirt and his sturdy shoulders beneath it. She loves when he's like this, relaxed like this, perfectly asleep and blissfully absent from the hard world outside. She knows the world is hard on him, the world hard on her too.

She loves him dearly and deeply. She hasn't loved anyone like she loves Jack. She just wishes she wasn't so scared.

She scoots closer to him so that she can press her face into his shoulder, breathing him in. Fresh laundry and a faint woodiness from what she assumes is from the chair he's been fixing in the garage after work. Not the slightest note of booze on him.

He stirs only slightly, letting out a sleep filled sigh and turning his shoulder toward her, letting her wedge herself comfortably against his back.

She’s grateful.

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“Beelzebub.”

They had never seen the point of assuming a mortal guise, had never been on Earth long enough for it to be necessary. Yet this particular case had sparked their interest and instead of delegating the case to somebody else they had decided to go up and have a look themselves. To meet this mortal that would not die.

They could force it. They could drag him to Hell - or be forced to release him to Heaven, as the case may be - but would it not be far more interesting to find out why Death didn’t cut him loose like all others? Perhaps there was something special in him after all, something... new.

“And who are you then?” They were unusually invested, and the interest gave a metallic hum to their voice, like that of millions of flies.

“It’s fine Stan. R-really. I just...It’s b-be-been a long day is all. N-no-nothing is wrong.”