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DEAN WINCHESTER 4.09 I Know What You Did Last Summer

The other's lack of interest was evident, but Hermes wasn't going to push if the Spartoi didn't wish to be. He knew that it was difficult, that things like this were delicate, despite their ages, what they could do. The demigods had been untouchable for so long, and Hermes knew that as well. "I don't know, Echion. But we can go. Together. Big day out, see what's going on. You don't think that sounds exciting?"

"Don't be catty when I haven't yet had my lunch, Hermes," the avariel could laugh all he wished but his only saving grace was his wifey status with Than. There was also the fact that he looked far tastier with two wings instead of one, but the avariel was on thin ice. Still, Abaddon was merely teasing, sometimes it was fun to play with their food, "I don't really pay any mind to Megaera and her games." While Lucifer and Ba'al loved dictating and handing out errands, Abaddon was just happy there was a new menu to flick through; it'd gotten a little dicey in the third circle.

Hermes was a full meal, not just a snack, which is why he knew what he was doing. The avariel was curious, probably as curious as one of Than's cats, and that's why he always found himself in these situations. It wasn't like he couldn't get away, anyway. Catty, there was a joke there, but he was more interested in other things. "So you're just here for a good time, then?"

It should have been obvious to Circe to start at the beginning, given who it was she was speaking with. "Yes, I did what I had to. But that does not make this any easier," she confided, for the draegloth's blood would still be on her hands. Even after it were washed away with time. "He means... everything to me. But he aligned himself with the Asphodel. With those willing to destroy the fey." Even if Ayi'ig were no more, how was Circe meant to come to terms with it all? To trust that Nashoba would not turn on the elves once more?

That was heavy, and Hermes had to wonder what Circe would put first in her situation. The avariel paused, though he didn't give judgement, not to his best friend, "That's a lot to think about," he said finally, though he didn't have any unbiased judgement that he could give her. "You have to decide what you think is important, then. If he's a risk, then you shouldn't deal with it. Standing there thinking 'I can change him' really isn't you."

Sprites were such interesting little creatures, but this one was honestly the best one he'd seen. A little greyhound and Hermes had thought of him first. Epimetheus thought that was really nice of him and he was glad that people thought of him when they had an animal to show off. This was far different from the many cats he'd seen from Death himself that the other avariel always gave him the opportunity to come pet once in a while. Epi held a hand out towards the dog that had nothing but words of fear going through his little head. Poor little guy. "He just wants you to stay around him a lot for a while. I think he's grown attached to you."

"It's hard when I feel attached. The cats leave him alone. But he's just...scared to leave the bathroom." Hermes crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe as Epi crouched down to look at the dog. At least it was helpful that his friend could talk to them. The avariel thought he did a good job at understand little creatures, but this greyhound was just a big fan of the bathtub. "They'll all get what's coming to them - the people who owned them."

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What was she doing with them? It did indeed seem like quite the unlikely bunch. A divine creature from Elysia, a lycan turned draegloth with the soul of an archfiend, and a creature whose parent clambered from the depths of the Inferno. Divinity touched every aspect of her, and yet, she found herself surrounded with those of infernal qualities. "It's Nashoba," she explained, with a minor hesitancy to say it out loud. But this was Hermes, and there was nothing that Circe ever hid from him. "He said that he did it for me, and I...," another moment of hesitation, her lips rolled together as she considered all that had happened as of recently. "I killed him in the war, Hermes. Before the past was restored to us."

This was starting to get more convoluted as Circe spoke, and Hermes sighed now as he poured himself more to drink. He was happy to see her, but this was stuff that he'd forgotten about. Hermes had been with Than for so long that the little nuances of meeting people and dealing with them had been lost on him. "Right. You did what you had to, then? You gotta give me more. What does this Nashoba mean to you? What did he do during the shitshow?" Luckily, Hermes had died. Early on. His memories of the brief moment he'd been inhabited by a god – too much for him to handle without getting angry.