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A stranger I've just met, a woman who I hardly know at all and should forget [CLOSED]

Who: Mina and Castiel
What: Either a date or an exercise in poor decision-making
Where: A pub
When: The end of monster week (back-dated)
Notes: None
Warnings: None yet

Mina made it a point to arrive at the pub earlier, after doing a cursory job of tidying up a bit. She had managed to wash most of the blood off of her, but she was hardly as put-together as she usually liked. The sleeves of her purple button-down were rolled up, her collar unbuttoned, her tie untied. Normally, she liked to be meticulous with her appearance (perhaps due to so many years of having to hide certain parts of her body) but the onslaught outside had set Mina's priorities, if nothing else. Quite frankly, she hated the idea of leaving her first aid station, but she had to feed and meeting with Castiel gave her a reasonable alibi. Fortunately, she had found a few volunteers to mind the shop.

After quickly scanning the room, and making sure that she had arrived first, Mina sidled up to the bar, ordering herself a drink. She took whatever it was that passed for blood around here, having it mixed with copious amounts of alcohol to mask the smell and the texture. She'd call it a 'Bloody Mary' or something. Extra virgin. Although that would apparently offend the Hellsing people.

Taking a sip, she sat down, resting her elbows on the bar, watching the door. What new surprises lay in store tonight, she wondered. Castiel clearly had some kind of agenda. No man ever called her beautiful without having some kind of agenda. Furthermore, she wondered what he was. If he came from 2014, or whatever, and remembered the 20's, he was something other than Human. But what? He hadn't recognized her subtle hint about the Mekhet, so clearly not a Kindred.

If nothing else, it would be interesting...

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His hand has been still for a while now and after a moment of silence he pulls a bottle of prescription pills out of his pocket, breaks a tab in half, and swallows it with saliva.

"I don't know......" he trails off for only a moment. "Force of habit, I guess."

Mina raised an eyebrow, glancing at the bottle of pills. Now that was interesting. "Pardon me for asking," she said, "but what does a former angel need with prescription pills?"

Her reaction doesn't surprise him, in fact he turns to her with a token look of curiosity before actually replying. "I said I'm all but human," he inhales. "This just helps with that but part."

Maybe it had been too long since Mina had been turned. She knew that mortal life was filled with pain. But this was taking that quite literally. "If you're ailing, you should let me examine you sometime. I'm quite good at what I do." True, she used magic to help enhance her abilities, but who cared? "I've been thinking of opening a clinic out here. I just don't know that I have the resources to run a one-man operation just yet."

He'll acknowledge her expertise, event that she's not human so more experience might go with it but he was still a stubborn creature and fickle with pride.

"It's not that kind of problem."

"It's not that kind of problem," Mina repeated carefully, giving the barkeep a light smile as he refilled her drink. "Well, I'll admit, I'm not trained in angelic medicine, but I would love to learn more. Really, hematology is a limited field."

She lifted her chin toward him. It was a challenge, but not hostile.

"I'm just too big," he said with a vapid expression and an irate sort of look. "My true form is the size of the Chrysler building," a sigh. "It helps with the stretching some, so does the absinthe, I don't feel at home in this skin."

Of all the things he might have said, that wasn't so bad. Mina sort of understood it, on some level. She nodded slightly. She actually knew a thing or two about adjusting to a new body. The only difference was that she rather liked her new form, far more than her old one. "Those sound like sadly temporary fixes," she commented, taking a sip of her drink. Vaguely, she wondered what an angel's blood tasted like. Did they have any blood? She would have to try to make him blush later.

"I wonder if there could be a more permanent solution. No one should spend an eternity uncomfortable." She set down her glass, reaching out and lightly touching his arm. She was curious to see what his skin felt like. In her head, there was some kind of picture of one an enormous balloon, helium straining against the rubber. "Maybe some kind of spell to toughen out your skin?"

"I appreciate that you're trying to help," he stole a glance at the hand on his arm but did nothing to move it. The comfort of a touch was nice, it's why he had so many orgies. Sin and decadence. Things to get him off of discomfort and malignancy. "But it's more spiritual than physical. Some things just can't be fixed."

Mina pulled her hand back. "Forgive me," she said. "As a doctor," not to mention a vampire and a sorceress, "I find it difficult to accept that something can't be fixed. Which is not to say I take you for a liar. Just a matter of my nature."

She decided to let the subject drop. For now. But honestly, she was fairly certain she would spend the next couple of mornings lying awake, thinking about it, dreaming up elaborate and highly illogical solutions to his problem. And it wouldn't be just an intellectual exercise. She genuinely liked Castiel. What was not to like? He was a soldier, supernatural, and appreciated the finer points of balancing life and death. Not to mention the fact that he was handsome.

"So if you've been alive since the beginning of time," she said, changing the subject, "tell me about your favorite period of history."

"I spent much of my life in the Garrison," Cas said with a tone of nonchalance. "My experiences with humanity didn't begin until the 21st century, everything else was merely observation."

Well, that sounded rather dull. Of course, Mina was the sort of person who was always on the move, always flitting from one assignment to the next, enjoying herself with a lavish lifestyle. Then again, she had become somewhat detached from humanity recently. She supposed that owed much to the fact that she had spent the last fifty five years or so either on duty, or else going from Court to Court, looking for Jacqueline. For better or for worse, that situation was now reversed.

"Well, the twenties were nothing special in my opinion," she said dryly. "Of course, I spent most of them with my asshole, speak easy operating ex, so my view might be a little bit tainted."

"I can see how a lost flame might dissuade a good decade," Cas responded in light while leaning his chin into his hand. "But I'm more fond of simpler times, if any time could be called such."

A flame? Funny, since Mina occasionally considered lighting Doyle on fire. But that was neither here nor there. Still, she smiled slightly.

"I don't think a single period of human, demon, or supernatural history could ever truly be considered simple," she said. "Life is always complicated, although, admittedly, I speak through a slightly biased point of view. Although I'm not always so on paper, I am a woman." She shrugged. "When we're delegated to the sidelines of history, we have a better view, sometimes."

Cas only smiles. It makes sense. Mina is a bright and together woman with a lot of experience in and with the world. It makes her a good conversationalist. "Women are much more than what your period orchestrated them as, men. You're the producers of life, and..." he trailed off. "Stronger in many aspects than a mere mortal man could hope to be."

Oh yes. He would make the ideal Crone. Assuming, of course, that he meant what he said. There was always the possibility that he didn't, of course. "Either you're extremely enlightened," she said with a bit of a lazy smile, "or else you want something." She paused. "Or both, I suppose. No one is just one thing."

"Both works," he wouldn't be lying to himself when it came to wanting to spend a night with her but he knew most weren't as loose about it as he was used to. The end of the world really nixed inhibitions.

"A refreshing response. You should hear some of the bullshit the men in my...circle, for lack of a better word, use." She took another sip of her drink. "Under normal circumstances, I'd spend the next hour or so pestering you with probing questions until I found out what it was that you wanted." She set down her drink. "Thank God these aren't normal circumstances."

A moment's pause. "Is that offensive to you?" she asked curiously. "If I speak of God? In all honesty, I'm a lapsed Anglican with hedonistic and pagan inclinations. Some people get offended."

Cas looks almost touched at her admission toward religion but only bows his head a little in response. "I'm used to it."

Mina tilted her head to one side, a bit perplexed by his response. "Everyone gets used to uncomfortable things. Like bad smells or sexism. If you ask me to stop, I'll stop. Just don't tell Demirovna. I rather enjoy tormenting her, but that's our own private game."

Crone. Crone. Crone. Crone.

"Forgive me for saying it but...you just seem so..." She struggled for a moment to find the proper word. He seemed to be everything that the Kindred were not. Unless he was a nutter, but Mina found herself inclined to believe most of what he said. "...open." Yes, that was a proper word for him. He seemed incredibly open.

"Well, eventually you get past yourself," he said with a slight roll of his head on his neck. "It stops being of use to be judgmental."

"Judgmental?" That made her feel a bit uncertain. "I'm not quite sure what you mean by that. If your purpose is to...help demon hunters...doesn't that mean you're required to be constantly making judgments?"

"Maybe once," he replied in utter honesty. Before he'd been more than pious. Humanity and being knocked down a few proverbial pegs brought him some humility. "Not so much anymore."

Mina watched him quietly for a moment. "Do you miss it?" she asked finally, catching his gaze with her blue-green eyes. "Do you miss the life and the power you used to have?"

Someone once asked Mina if she missed her mortal life. She had been surprised by the question initially. Her immediate response was no. She didn't miss being human at all. Except for sunshine, of course. Sunshine and fresh baked bread. Sunshine, fresh baked bread, and sailing. Sunshine, fresh baked bread, sailing, and Tom. And suddenly, for a brief instant, she missed everything about it.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I keep asking you all these personal questions. What must you think of me?"

"I think questions get answers and they are the query of an intellectual mind," Cas said flat out with no need to think about it or dwell on the topic whatsoever. "And yes, I miss it."

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