Full Circle (Book 8 in Arrow/Spn Crossover)

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I have a pretty big appetite in general, but there's something unnerving about eating an entire plate of food, plus my own appetizer, a crap ton of bread and still feeling like I could eat more. This was going to make food shopping a helluva a lot more expensive, course there's plenty of open territory where Coyote and I live, we could always go hunt. Although I didn't know if the energy spent tracking and eating something would be offset but what we managed to catch. It also kind of bothered me how easy that thought came to me, going and hunting down a deer, on all fours. It actually sounded fun and I wasn't quite sure what that said about me. We kept the conversation away from werewolves while eating. I called Gerald once I finished and changed the story to we were going to deal with Purgatory while they cleaned up the monsters. He said he didn't want to know what that meant and was happy to stick to dealing with shit that didn't make him question realiity even more. I wish I had that option. Then I texted Cas, told him we were alive with complicatons and we'd be heading back to the Bunker in a few hours in case he wanted to meet us there instead. He texted back that he assumed complications meant whatever we had to tell him was best discussed there rather than a hotel and he'd redirect to the Bunker. One thing I've always appreciated about Cas, he knows how to wait for things. On the flip side of that, the one thing that used to irritate the hell out of me about him was how long it took him to understand sharing information when it was useful and not wait until the last minute. Guess that's pretty much the pot calling the kettle black though coming from me.

The food, or the act of eating, seemed to help settle Roy and Oliver. Dig knew better than to ask questions until we were away from people that could overhear. Turns out the wolf senses didn't disappear when we were human. I could clearly make out every single conversation within the entire lounge area when I focused on them. Hell, I managed to catch some sounds from the kitchen as well, and the smells. Talk about overwhelming at first. Anything sugary smelled extra sweet, the smell of bacon, or any meat really, had a whole lot more layers now. I could tell the type of meat that was on a plate when the waiter walked by without even looking at it. Then there was the people smells, uggh. Deodorant, cologne, aftershave, shampoo, body odor in general. Everything was so much stronger, and it was really obvious now who wore cheap ass shit. Thank God Coyote didn't wear anything strong smelling in general. She went for more subtle natural scents with things she wore and products she used, if she hadn't we'd be tossing a lot of bottles when we got back home.

As I processed all of that while we ate I started picking out other smells from people. A couple sitting four tables away from us had had a fight before breakfast, I could smell the anger even if they were acting fine. Another couple to our right, well they'd had some early morning fun. There was a family with three kids. The youngest boy was still in diapers and he'd just filled them. Gross. I could tell so much just from the smells around me, it was interesting and creepy at the same time.

I'd watched Oliver as he worked his way through the same things I was, he was starting to calculate how this turn of events may be useful for him. It'd be damn hard for people to sneak up on him now, between the hearing and the sense of smell he'd be miles ahead of everyone around him. It didn't surprise me that he'd put that together and fast, he's a survivor, just like Sam and I. You take whatever shit the world throws at you and find a way to make it work for you.

When we all finished, I downed the last bit of my coffee and spoke up, "Let's head back to my room, we can sort stuff out there." They just nodded and followed Coyote and I down the hall. Once we'd all filed inside, shut the door and they sprawled out over the bed, floor and chairs Oliver, Roy, Coyote and Dig just looked at Sam and I. I gestured to Sam to see if he wanted to start this little gathering.

He sighed, "Fine. Let's talk Purgatory first. Dean and I are going to have a conversation with Death, as in the actual Horseman slash entity of Death, along with one or more angels and maybe even the King of Hell if we have to. Our working theory is that since Reapers are helping monsters to escape Death won't be pleased. Death is in charge of Reapers and he's pretty OCD about them staying on task. If we can get him to stop the Reapers and make it clear that them going rogue isn't their best option for a long life span that will be a start. Then we need to close the portal, we're hoping an angel can, or at least know if it will close once there are no more humans in Purgatory. If they don't Crowley, the King of Hell might. He's also a witch, and damn good with spells, as much as I hate to admit it. The whole idea is to keep Dean and I from having to go back there. Dean lost a year there already. Who knows how much time will pass here if we have to go there to fix this shit. As Dean put it, the beings that are supposed to be running this place should step up and try to fix it every now and then."