InsaneJournal

Who: Elle Bishop and Jim Moriarty.
What: Talking. Possibly baked goods.
Where: Their place.
When: After this and this.
Rating: TBD.
Status: In progress.

"I'm not telling him what's wrong! He should know!"

Elle was back at Jim's place for the first time in days, having all but moved in with Claire during the time when Dean was temporarily dead. Of course, they hadn't realized that it was temporary at the time. It was always hard to know for sure with this place. While the general rule seemed to be that once the threat was gone the victims came back, it wasn't set in stone. Cas 2 had apparently come back without Cas 1 being killed or destroyed or depowered or whatever. She'd only come back after making a deal with Death. And other resurrections had come complete with their own special circumstances. There was just no hard science to it. But Dean had come back, and she had left to let his family reunite in peace.

So now she was pacing in the kitchen, testing some new ideas for the shop and venting her frustrations to her roommate, after texting the source of said frustrations. She loved her husband, or ex-husband or whatever Gabriel was, but sometimes he really pissed her off. A lot. In a way that kind of made her want to electrocute him until he exploded. Again. What? It was cathartic. And she knew she could express these frustrations without Jim judging her. After all, he wasn't exactly prone to normal reactions himself. She was pretty sure he shot people and blew up things when he was upset. Not a normal reaction by most people's definitions. Still, he was her friend and she didn't judge him either. It was weird, but it worked.

"Am I just being really irrational?" she asked him. "Like crazy-level irrational?"