Cleo sat crisscross applesauce on top a broken down old car of Bobby's car graveyard, fingers absentmindedly toying with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. She didn't seem to mind how the article of clothing practically swallowed her whole, instead listening intently to Castiel.
Bobby had allowed them to take up her Angel 101 lessons here, and she was really thankful after the last time she accidentally teleported herself into some poor elderly lady's butter maker thing.
"This should be a pretty simple for a newborn angel. Allow me to demonstrate." Cas said.
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He looked over to Cleo who spread her arms over her head as makeshift wings, and hopped off the hood of the car saying a little, "whoosh" to assure her success.
Her face plant to the ground was proof enough that it didn't work.
