Meg Masters (demon_queen) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-10-13 17:48:00 |
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A few blocks from where they’d settled, a church, largely in ruins, stretched its spires towards the sky. It’s grounds, though apparently under construction, were well kept enough that Meg wondered at its state, and just how often it actually got used. One would think being this close to a religious institution would make a creature like her nervous, but Meg had never been particularly bothered by the other side’s pathetic houses of worship. The world had been her house of worship, and she supposed that trumped petty human buildings of wood and stone. She did wonder if the ground was still consecrated inside the church, or in the graveyards, but she opted not to test that today.
Meg wandered slowly through the gate, with no real purpose. She was avoiding going home, and she knew it. Being on the run for so long had left her with some habits, and sitting still was definitely not one of them. The house she’d settled in with Dean had begun to feel a bit close, and she needed air more often the longer they stayed there. Besides that…being close to Dean was beginning to make her uncomfortable in a way she couldn’t explain. They’d become quite the team over the past year. She knew she could trust him to watch her back. She trusted his skills, and she trusted his friendship. But since arriving here, since running out of road to run on, they quiet, domesticity was beginning to wear. They still nipped at each other. They still flirted and joked as they’d always done. But lately, she’d begun to question just what kind of intent there was behind those games.
Wandering to the side of the church, she saw a garden with a name written above it: Castiel. The name stirred a bit of memory. Wasn’t that the name of the angel her double had said she was working with? She wondered if there was any significance to the name being here. It wasn’t exactly common. Shrugging her shoulders, moving out of boredom, she stepped into the small garden to have a look. |