"Don't think it's going to be all bad as that." Jack laughed softly. "Heavan doesn't know what's going to happen until it happens. Even if the big boss knows all. I mean, how many Hail Mary plays have saved a few sinners' asses from the eternal fires and gnashing and rending of teeth?"
The dark haired hunter wasn't afraid of death or Death with a capital D. When it was her turn, it was her turn, and as far as she knew, she lived her life as she was expected to live it. For the most part.
"But, if we're not stupid and keep things level, we have a long time before we shuffle off the mortal coil." She shrugged again, following him back to the beach, dropping her bundle in what looked to be a good spot.
"I'm almost tempted to see just how good a fighter you are. Never fought an angel." She smiled at him. "But, I have no intention of intruding upon territory you have given to Anna. Which, by the way, sounds as if she's planted a flag in you, and usually it's the other way around. Unless y'all are into that sort of thing."
Jack moved quickly and put an arm around the ex-angel's shoulders. "Here's the deal, Flyboy; smiling doesn't hurt, even when the shit has blown the fan the fuck up." She gave him a good side squeeze, adding a pat to his arm before letting go.
"It unnerves people." Her smile grew a little mischievous, just a hint of the imp in her. She even waggled her brows. "Now, something to set this mess alight, yes?"