( he can rise to her occasion. he also doesn't have to go far, so after a trip to a store on the corner, he's back at the Up tower and pushing the button for floor 18, brown bags in hand.
and here he wasn't trying to upset the playing field. it doesn't surprise him that she chooses her apartment.
after stepping off, he chooses her door and knocks. )
( two bottles certainly sounds like trying to win favours or is an expectation of the kind of night that dean is certainly used to. either way, she's glad for the lack of refusal and pushback (even if she'd expected it: walking into a witch's apartment could certainly be dangerous).
she doesn't leave him for long once the door knocks, a short-sleeved blue blouse and long, wide-legged black pants on, her typical heels beneath them. her hair is left in very loose curls, hanging free at her shoulders. and though she smiles when opening the door it's a more reserved one )
( to be honest, dean has been trying to curb that side of him. had successfully for a long time with a lack of resourced and always needing to be alert. had he indulged every now and then when the apocalypse got him down? of course. but you can't survive the end of the world as a functioning alcoholic. you can barely survive as a recovering one. )
I brought scotch.
( like he said he would. if she lets him, he slips past. it looks like his apartment, as all dom apartments do. lofty. echo-y. the sound of his footsteps bounce off the surfaces as he approaches the couch.
as she'd offered, he moves around to the other side. he sits, setting the bags down. he uncovers one bottle from the crinkling paper back, before balling it up. he doesn't know where the trash can is, so he sets it back down on the coffee table. it's not harming anyone.
he peels the seal off the cap and poure them both two generous portions. something tells him they'll need it. he sets it down next and sits back, offering her one of the glasses. )
( he'll notice that her apartment is very like his. comforts aren't her first priority, not when rowena certainly didn't want to stay here, nor let herself feel too comfortable. but he will note an open journal (over halfway through in where she'd left it open on a spell) on the coffee table by her couch, an unlit candle by it. most of her other magical ingredients and pieces are tucked away, particularly living with her submissive.
the journal gets very casually closed as she sits down, picking up the offered glass, and getting herself comfortable for their conversation )
Is there somewhere especially you'd like to begin?
( giving him at least the opportunity to ask a question first )
( he only sees out of the corner of his eye, but he's not here to cause a stink. this is a detente, not some kind of fact-finding mission. )
In my world, Sam said yes. I told Michael to shove it and everything went to shit. Lucifer unleashed a world-wide virus that turned humans into zombies. But, worse, cause they didn't want to eat you, they just bashed your face in. The Croatan virus. Called em Croats for short cause we were cute like that. ( gravelly joke. ) Last thing I remember is knocking out the younger me because he didn't like my plan. It was probably a suicide mission for everyone involved, including me. But, I didn't care. I don't trust easy and I've been through it and I haven't seen Sam in five years. And my Cas, well, you've met him. He's an addict and devoted follower of his Fearless Leader which I did not start.
( he sounds more weary than bragging when it comes to that last part. but, he figures he owed her more than he gave her before. )
( she hadn't known much of this. rowena had known that his castiel had come from a terrible world, that lucifer had won, but not the smaller details. she'd never asked, never needed to know, but she supposes for dean...
well, it makes sense. the dean that she knew already didn't trust easily and for him to have seen this? why would he trust?
she certainly understood very well how the circumstances of your life could make you guarded and not willing to trust anyone.
the only thing that dea will note through his story, if he's watching her, is the flicker of fear that she tries (and fails) to conceal when he mentioned lucifer, a slightly tighter grip at her glass. before she finally drinks some of it when he pauses before lowering her glass back to her knee, trying to make the whole thing still seem very casual )
Well, from meeting Dean you know that didn't occur. Though I wish I could say that our experiences with Lucifer ended with him being trapped in the cage.
( which she knows was her fault. she can only partially claim that she was manipulated: she also allowed herself to be without thinking it through. she was lusting for his power )
( the hesitation is telling enough, rowena tapping on the rim of her glass with her finger. but she does make one confession-- )
I may have thrown him into an alternate universe.
( although it had been entirely accidentally and completely fucked up the plan that the boys had needed her to do. she shouldn't have lied to sam and said that she'd be fine alone with lucifer but she knew that they needed as much power on their side as possible, leaving someone with her would ruin their goals. even if they'd dearly hoped that her magic would hold lucifer.
which... it probably wouldn't if he hadn't baited her into doing something reckless )
I was with you, Sam, Castiel... and Gabriel. We'd captured Lucifer to use his grace to open a portal to that universe. ( she skips saying why ) They'd intended to kill him once they were done with him.
( dean you will learn that she is the queen of underestimating something when she thinks it's in her favour. or just doesn't want to admit it )
The others were in that universe. I would like to say that they'd had enough time to complete their plan and come back to do that first but...
( she can't.
no, really, she wishes they had been back and had killed him so that he could stop baiting her. that would have been so nice. don't pick at trauma scabs, lucifer )
As much as I would love for Lucifer to be trapped in some apocalyptic world where he can't do damage-- ( to her. them. their world. whatever ) I wasn't intending to trap him with you.
( them. this was too messy )
It wasn't a plan, I didn't close the door and I'd rather what you'd intended to happen did happen.
( a wave of conflicting emotions pass through him. he makes the split decision to set the glass down get to his feet. he can't do this. he thought he could, but he didn't think this would be a reverse look at your life situation. one he never got to live. his mom? mentioning mary just crosses a line. )
( rowena interprets the emotion as him needing reassurance, of the fact that his mum had been resurrected as being a lot to handle. and really underestimating what it is that he's thinking )
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( her terms, dean. she'd play the privacy card over comfort if asked about it, not that she entirely wanted him to have a fair footing )
I assume that you can obtain a bottle?
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( he can rise to her occasion. he also doesn't have to go far, so after a trip to a store on the corner, he's back at the Up tower and pushing the button for floor 18, brown bags in hand.
and here he wasn't trying to upset the playing field. it doesn't surprise him that she chooses her apartment.
after stepping off, he chooses her door and knocks. )
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she doesn't leave him for long once the door knocks, a short-sleeved blue blouse and long, wide-legged black pants on, her typical heels beneath them. her hair is left in very loose curls, hanging free at her shoulders. and though she smiles when opening the door it's a more reserved one )
I prepared glasses for us.
( by the couch. why not be slightly comfortable )
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I brought scotch.
( like he said he would. if she lets him, he slips past. it looks like his apartment, as all dom apartments do. lofty. echo-y. the sound of his footsteps bounce off the surfaces as he approaches the couch.
as she'd offered, he moves around to the other side. he sits, setting the bags down. he uncovers one bottle from the crinkling paper back, before balling it up. he doesn't know where the trash can is, so he sets it back down on the coffee table. it's not harming anyone.
he peels the seal off the cap and poure them both two generous portions. something tells him they'll need it. he sets it down next and sits back, offering her one of the glasses. )
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the journal gets very casually closed as she sits down, picking up the offered glass, and getting herself comfortable for their conversation )
Is there somewhere especially you'd like to begin?
( giving him at least the opportunity to ask a question first )
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In my world, Sam said yes. I told Michael to shove it and everything went to shit. Lucifer unleashed a world-wide virus that turned humans into zombies. But, worse, cause they didn't want to eat you, they just bashed your face in. The Croatan virus. Called em Croats for short cause we were cute like that. ( gravelly joke. ) Last thing I remember is knocking out the younger me because he didn't like my plan. It was probably a suicide mission for everyone involved, including me. But, I didn't care. I don't trust easy and I've been through it and I haven't seen Sam in five years. And my Cas, well, you've met him. He's an addict and devoted follower of his Fearless Leader which I did not start.
( he sounds more weary than bragging when it comes to that last part. but, he figures he owed her more than he gave her before. )
The Devil won.
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well, it makes sense. the dean that she knew already didn't trust easily and for him to have seen this? why would he trust?
she certainly understood very well how the circumstances of your life could make you guarded and not willing to trust anyone.
the only thing that dea will note through his story, if he's watching her, is the flicker of fear that she tries (and fails) to conceal when he mentioned lucifer, a slightly tighter grip at her glass. before she finally drinks some of it when he pauses before lowering her glass back to her knee, trying to make the whole thing still seem very casual )
Well, from meeting Dean you know that didn't occur. Though I wish I could say that our experiences with Lucifer ended with him being trapped in the cage.
( which she knows was her fault. she can only partially claim that she was manipulated: she also allowed herself to be without thinking it through. she was lusting for his power )
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I know it went down differently, I don't know anything else. ( and -- he wasn't going to ask. ) But, he didn't end up in Sam.
( he just needs confirmation. )
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( he almost would have done to help defeat amara if sam had gone through with that but... dear castiel also took that bait instead.
which rowena opts not to mention. yet )
He was locked away, then freed... then trapped again, though nothing holds him for long.
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( but worse. a lot worse. )
He's locked away? For now?
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I may have thrown him into an alternate universe.
( although it had been entirely accidentally and completely fucked up the plan that the boys had needed her to do. she shouldn't have lied to sam and said that she'd be fine alone with lucifer but she knew that they needed as much power on their side as possible, leaving someone with her would ruin their goals. even if they'd dearly hoped that her magic would hold lucifer.
which... it probably wouldn't if he hadn't baited her into doing something reckless )
I was with you, Sam, Castiel... and Gabriel. We'd captured Lucifer to use his grace to open a portal to that universe. ( she skips saying why ) They'd intended to kill him once they were done with him.
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Gabriel. ( he listens, but bristles at the mention. ) And instead of killing him, you may have sent him to the other universe.
( he doesn't sift through the 'why' of even using Lucifer. )
Not this universe.
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The others were in that universe. I would like to say that they'd had enough time to complete their plan and come back to do that first but...
( she can't.
no, really, she wishes they had been back and had killed him so that he could stop baiting her. that would have been so nice. don't pick at trauma scabs, lucifer )
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( he tightens the grip on his glass, because it feels like she sent lucifer in after them. )
So, instead of killing him, he went in -- after them. Us. ...Them.
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He was supposed to be holding the door open so they could return without a time limit. An unlimited supply of archangel grace holding the way.
( rowena one day you might wish to tell a story properly so it doesn't sound strange. you're missing so many details )
I did what I could in keeping it that way.
( she hasn't yet figured out what to do about that problem without lucifer being there. it was too soon )
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( he promised from scratch. but this is an interesting strategy to starting over. )
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As much as I would love for Lucifer to be trapped in some apocalyptic world where he can't do damage-- ( to her. them. their world. whatever ) I wasn't intending to trap him with you.
( them. this was too messy )
It wasn't a plan, I didn't close the door and I'd rather what you'd intended to happen did happen.
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( or, is there more to the story and is this just relevant to the Lucifer parts? )
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( unfortunately that's how the story ends. she babysat lucifer, failed at that, flung him into the rift and here she is. bollocks indeed )
There are things I wish had happened differently.
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Should I be worried? About us?
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( of course. she doesn't answer immediately, drinking a little as she decides what exactly to say )
You went to that world to find your family, to bring your mum home.
( and jack. lucifer's son. but that feels dangerous to mention )
You'll have something to handle Lucifer.
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Go back to the part about our mum.
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She'd been resurrected.
( by amara. but details she's not giving just yet )
Accidentally got sent to this other universe, you'd been trying to find a way to it ever since.
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( a wave of conflicting emotions pass through him. he makes the split decision to set the glass down get to his feet. he can't do this. he thought he could, but he didn't think this would be a reverse look at your life situation. one he never got to live. his mom? mentioning mary just crosses a line. )
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( rowena interprets the emotion as him needing reassurance, of the fact that his mum had been resurrected as being a lot to handle. and really underestimating what it is that he's thinking )
You'll find her and bring her back.
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