A BREATH. It had felt like none of them two could breath for months. But they could finally take it in. Open their eyes on the stars, on the surrounding awful world, and realize they were lucky to have each other. ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀʟᴏ-ʟᴇss ʙɪᴛᴄʜ? One god-damned question that Gwenore kept asking in Raphael’s brain, and the archangel pretended he wasn’t hearing her.
IT WAS MORNING. Gwenore had been begging Raphael for a coffee, and so here he had come, in this cafe, asking for her favorite latte without one second of doubt. But at the second they had to sit, the place in front of another someone she saw made him freeze. Not him, he just told her in their mind, it’s Dean Winchester. He could almost hear her laugh. ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴘᴜssʏ. He almost growled at this. And he moved closer, but when his mouth opened, it was Gwenore’s words getting out. “Hey cutie. There’s that voice in my head telling me I shouldn’t ask you..” Fuck you Gwen, it’s Raphael’s voice ringing in the vessel’s mind now. “But see there’s no place to sit anywhere. Does it bother you if I sit with you?” ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, Gwen’s voice just answered him.