𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋..
The rich yearn for the simplicity of life. The poor work for the grandeur. Peaceful people create war, while those constantly fighting seek peace. Everything is a constant contrast, regardless of nature; that's t...
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"You're still human?" Lucifer stopped in the hall, making Gabriel stop as well, by his side. Everyone was wary about Satan, after all, he earned his second sitting in that cage, but Rita didn't know him and not believing in the power of the Devil over her played a part in how dismissive she was of him.
Lucifer took that as a challenge because he was one of the few who sniffed on the fact that God has been hiding Reality.
"I though the second Anubis gave you those few memories back, you'd be out there searching for your true self-"
"That's enough," Gabriel grabbed the back of his brother's neck. "God will do the rest of the talking and Dean...," the archangel paused to look at the hunter by Rita's side, "they want a private discussion."
"Where she goes, I go. This isn't a confession, nor a church, buddy," Dean stepped in the space between Rita and the archangels.
He was righteously uneasy with so many past enemies being under the same roof with them, at once, and the uneasiness only grew when indeed, the supposed God waiting for them looked just like Chuck Shurley, the asshole writer.
He didn't look too good either.
Not only was he covered in bruises and looking like the train of tiredness wrecked him through some walls, but Chuck also turned around and shivered in shock. "You're here too, Dean," he swallowed hard.
"It's where I live, douchebag," Dean glared. Oh, he would have enjoyed beating the life out of this scrawny fellow, but for now, it wasn't about him managing anger.
"Right," Chuck grimaced, realizing Dean won't be leaving them alone. With reluctance, holding his hand together in front of his chest and nervously picking his nail, he looked now at Rita. "What do you remember?"
Rita remembered, by the grace of Anubis, just bits. "That you've been visiting me on my birthday each year and you're supposed to be my friend. I imagine our talks must have been important since I don't remember shit about them."
"Yeah...," Chuck ghosted a melancholic smile, almost apologetic. But Rita couldn't bring herself to discern things between what she was supposed to feel and what she truly felt.
Until Anubis messed with her mind, she had no idea who this man was so really, a confusion formed now in her head, resulting in an overall numbness. Because somewhere deep inside, she felt like she should sympathize and care for him, but it felt unnatural.
All the accumulated worry resulted in a headache to which Rita only knew how to solve in one way. Her hand reached in her right pocket, sliding inside her packet of cigarettes and getting one.
"Is that your blood?" Chuck pointed out, his own worry much mroe resilient.
"You have bigger worries than that," Rita told him, quietly, in such a tempered, false calm. She turned to Dean though, standing behind her, "Got a lighter, baby?"
