Who? Deanna Winchester and Castiel What? Burgers, beers, and catching up. Where? Diner When? Not terribly long after Castiel's arrival post. Rating? Not terrifying.
There were probably reasons why meeting an angel for burgers and beers was a bad plan - reasons like you don’t know he’s even telling the truth, for example, because why would an angel agree to something like that? Logically, or at least as far as her own logic - having no idea that angels were even real until just recently - could stretch, she didn’t think that would happen. She was pretty sure angels were supposed to be all high-and-mighty. Which meant this could be a trap - but, then, he’d said he wasn’t a typical angel, and she’d invited him, not the other way around. If he was looking to trap her for some reason, wouldn’t he have done it first? Or was he just clever enough to make her set her own trap?
Either way, she was taking a gun. Just in case.
Deanna had left a hastily-scribbled note for Sammy on the table by the door (Got a dinner date with an angel, back later, an obligatory Don’t wait up and little winking smiley-face tacked on the end, even though she doubted this was going to end up where her sister’s mind undoubtedly would take it, ‘cause the dude might be pretty cute, but he was also an angel and wouldn’t that kind of be at least thirty different kinds of bizarre and possibly blasphemous?) so her sister wouldn’t worry when she came back to the motel and didn’t find her there - it was kinda dumb, probably, but lately Sammy worried about everything, so she’d rather not have conversations about a possible-future interrupted by Sam busting in and shooting the place up... or something slightly less extreme, probably... Except these days, the extreme wasn’t entirely unlikely. Sam had been acting like a freak for a while, now. More of a freak than usual, even. It made Deanna kind of uneasy, sometimes.
It made her even more curious about what the angel had to say about the future, though. She needed to know what was going to happen, so she could try to adjust things that were happening now to make sure it ended up okay, or at least followed course. Whatever she could do now, while she was still alive, because once she died, it was all out of her hands. It was almost a terrifying thought - dying, hell, Sammy all alone - but Dee wasn’t going to let it win out. If she did, Sam would die, and everything would be worse.
He said it all turns out fine. She’d been floating along without anything to hold on to just fine, but now that there was a spot of hope there, life raft in this stupid proverbial ocean of you’re going to hell, she didn’t know how she’d been managing without it, before.
Tugging the door of the diner open, shooting an annoyed glance at the cheerful little bell over the door as it announced her presence like it did every time she came here, she glanced around - still empty, she was early - and moved inside, up to the counter. She had no idea how this worked - where the food came from, why there were no people, how the place seemed to know what the heck to put out for them without taking an order - but the food was good, and it was free, and eventually she’d just stopped really questioning it, much. The place smelled like good food, bad coffee, and a vague lemon cleaner scent - it matched in every way every single generic diner she and Sammy had ever stopped at, except she’d never been in one that didn’t have people in it before. It was kind of eerie.
Deanna didn’t bother with a booth, hopping up onto one of the stools at the counter and spinning it around until it was facing the door, elbows back on the counter, absently swiveling the stool slightly, back and forth, while she waited for the angel to arrive, half-expecting a flash of light and a sudden appearance, or something, and hoping she wouldn’t automatically go for her gun if that turned out to be the case.