~One~ [Location: Beach at Osten] There'll be no Goo Goo Dolls songs here

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The angel formerly known as Anna Milton stood on the beach attached to Professir River Song's property. Her eyes were closed, the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore flooding her ears. The human in her chided the angel for picking such a place to quiet her thoughts, clear her mind. It's like out of freaking City of Angels! The redhead attempted to squash those thoughts back down, concentrate on the relaxing sound of the waves.

In the time that Anna had been in Taxon, she'd been staying in the Sanctuary. Not that she needed a place to sleep, it just felt...natural. As much as she was an angel, a part of her was still Anna Milton, twenty-three years old, parents involved in the church. She craved a good milkshake and chocolate and all the wonderful things that made life as a human wonderful. She did, indeed, miss the sex as well. Although, with Dean around, she may not have had to worry about that.

Anna quickly chastized herself for thinking such a thing. After she'd explained to him, in a vague water color-y way, what had happened between him and Alistair, she'd noticed how it affected him. He was quiet, using his humor and a fake smile to hide the pain. To even suggest to him.... That would just be asking for trouble. And it'd be possible that Castiel would pop in and see them...together and that wouldn't be the best thing in the world to happen.

Anna shook her head, a bemused smile crossing her face as she lifting a hand to her forehead, fingertips brushing against the pale skin there. For an angel, you're awfully slutty, her human side chided. Anna chuckled softly, "Yeah, I kinda am."

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[voice]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Are what? [Dean sounds sleepy.]

Re: [voice]

[forgot-myself.livejournal.com]

[Anna glances down at her wrist where the tablet was connected, Dean's voice coming from it.]

Didn't know this was on. It's nothing, by the way. Just talking to myself.

[She paused, contemplating the tiredness in his voice.]

Go back to sleep.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Not tired. [Dean lies.] I was up, anyway. Did you know the hatches can make beer?

[He's not drunk, but he's sort of wishing he was. Fear him, Anna, he's in one of his moods!]

[forgot-myself.livejournal.com]

I did not know that. Does it still taste like beer?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Tastes like beer, yeah. And scotch. And whiskey.

[forgot-myself.livejournal.com]

Are you trying to say that you've been drinking more than just beer?

[Her tone shifts from bemused to concerned.]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Probably. I can't really remember.

[songofspoilers.livejournal.com]

River was thinking about heading out, go and have a look 'round the city. See if she couldn't pick up any information, meet some people face-to-face. She stepped out onto the wooden veranda at the rear of her house and breathed in the salty waft of brine. As she tucked the stray curls behind her ear and out of her face she spotted the lone figure on the beach, and started to make her way towards her.

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The redhead's eyes were closed and she sighed softly, letting all the air out of her lungs. Opening her eyes, the stars from the artifical sky reflected off the water and she faintly wondered if there were any fish in the water.

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"Enjoying the view?" River asks as she nears, hopefully not startling her out of her reverie.

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"I am, yes. It's lovely here," Anna replied, turning her head to look to the professor, flashing her a brief smile. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. I wasn't wanting to bother. It's just...peaceful."

[songofspoilers.livejournal.com]

"'Course not. Tablets we may have, but actual real company seems to be a bit thin on the ground." River replies, thinking it's been far too long since she saw anyone outside her datacore nucleus, and God only knows where or what either of the Doctors have been doing.

"I've spent hours on this beach, just enjoying it. It came with me, from home." She smiles.

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"I bet it's nice, bringing a piece of your life with you. Something to hold tight to. Hoping for when all this is over...if it ends, that you have something to go back to," Anna commented softly, a little bit of longing in her voice. She had nothing, really. Angels weren't exactly big on personal possessions.

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Sometime amid Anna's musing, Castiel appeared. He was a few feet behind her, taking in the area before watching her for a moment, and when she spoke he finally took a quiet step forward.

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She felt him approach and she turned, glancing at him over her shoulder and an unreadable emotion crossed her pale features. "Castiel." Her face remained blank as she met his blue gaze. "What brings you to this little piece of paradise?"

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His gaze shifted very slightly to focus on the rolling waves. Castiel took another step or two, mulling over his words; something he has wanted to talk to his old, old friend about, but was too afraid to.

"I... wanted to talk to you."

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Returning her gaze to their small section of ocean, the redhead exhaled slowly, wetting her lips quickly. Turning her head once more, she looked over at him, studying his profile. Always so serious. But that was Cas.

"Alright. Well, what do you wish to talk about?" She asked, no impatience in her voice. She's just there to talk.

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Castiel's gaze stayed forward, though he could feel Anna's eyes on him. He paused, feeling a sudden dryness in his mouth, thinking. It was easy to try and draw his own conclusions about Anna choosing to fall. It was easy to listen to Uriel scorn her; their own old friend. What wasn't easy was to imagine something driving a leader like Anna to disobey and tear out her grace. Castiel has his own growing doubts, but the fear of falling has kept him far, far away from that path.

"... Why did you do it?"

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"Why not?" Anna replied simply, shrugging her shoulders as she looked out towards the water. "Four of our brothers and sisters have seen His face. Know He's really there. I can't just go off on faith like that. After being on earth for two thousand years, seeing how they lived. I wanted it. I envied them. So, I guess, when it comes down to it...doubt and envy is what did me in."

Her red locks brushed against her shoulders as she shook her head gently. "And if I had the chance...I'd do it again."

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Angels aren't the only ones with the disappearing act. Moments pass before just down the beach a few steps stand the blonde demon, hair blowing in the slight ocean breeze.

"This scene's missing something. I think it's a song. Or trenchcoats."

Just because the area is all serene doesn't mean it's a sarcasm-free zone.

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"Dennis Franz. We're missing Dennis Franz," Anna replied simply, not looking over at Ruby just quite yet.

"You look different than before. Your host." Anna commented, turning her head slowly, auburn locks tossed by the salt-scented breeze.

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"That's the one."

Right. The angel hadn't been around when she first hit the Winchester scene. "Whatever or whoever is doing all the teleporting thought it'd be hilarious to give me my last long-term host."

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"Did you like this one better than the brunette one?" Anna asked, looking back towards the ocean, tucking her hands into the pockets of her jacket. She had a slight problem with looking Ruby in the eye, mostly because she could see her real face under the pretty blonde one.

[omnomfries.livejournal.com]

Interesting question. There is a good pause before she finally speaks.

"Yea. You can't beat a body you've been in for years." It was easier to forget hers had been dead for centuries.

[forgot-myself.livejournal.com]

"Maybe that's the reason why whoever brought you here gave you that body. Nostalgia," Anna replied simply, shrugging her slender shoulders, that ocean breeze tossing her auburn locks.