37th Pret

[tuliphead]

It looks like I managed to miss everything that was happening around town lately, but I know a lot of people were in danger again. Is everyone alright now? I really wish I could have been out there helping everyone...

Well, because I couldn't help the least I can do is try cheering everyone up! I went to the store and bought everything I need to make a ton of cookies. I'm not even kidding. I could probably make enough cookies for everyone in town! If you want some come over to 945 Beulah Street. Even if we've never met, these cookies are for you too!

[Action For Household]
[Himeno was not kidding. She has taken over the entire kitchen and the dining room with baking goods. She's already hard at work on her third batch of chocolate chip cookies.]

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A more important question will never be asked again.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

[Clearly not seeing just how important this is to him, but she smiles as she closes the oven door.]

Yeah, of course.

Never ever.

[outtahell.livejournal.com]

[ The happiest person ever right now. He'll no longer have to stare at drone pies longingly, because 90% of the time he's too paranoid to eat them. ]

I would give you a huge allowance if you made one every once in a while. No joke.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

[She's a little surprised at his enthusiasm so she laughs a bit.]

I'd make them even if you didn't give me an allowance for them. Baking is one of the ways I distract myself from all the crazy stuff going on here.

[outtahell.livejournal.com]

[ He's easy to please, so sue. There's a slightly amused look at that, though. ]

Everybody's got their coping mechanisms, but baking is one I fully endorse.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

Well then I hope you exercise a lot, because I don't plan on stopping anytime soon.

[outtahell.livejournal.com]

[ Definitely stuffs another cookie into his mouth before he shrugs. ]

Mmph ff-- [ Swallows first, oops. ] I figure if this place is as crazy as people say, I'll get plenty of exercise.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

[She sighs a little.]

Trust me, it is.

[outtahell.livejournal.com]

Just like back home, then. Not a problem, I'll just need to stock up since I don't have anything here.

[ Completely unfazed, he just eats another cookie. ]

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

You're used to stuff like this?

[outtahell.livejournal.com]

For the most part. Not as many monsters, near as I can tell, but not that different from the time an angel stuck me in a whole slew of TV shows.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

...[Looking a little dumbstruck.]

An angel? A real one?

[outtahell.livejournal.com]

We thought he was a trickster at first, but yeah. He was a total ass, though, just like most of his "brothers." Totally unangelic, all of 'em.

[ Running out of cookies, he picks up a few more. ]

Except one of them, and he's stuck here, too. Name's Castiel. He might show up here randomly, so don't mind him. He stares a lot, doesn't get that it makes humans uneasy.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

Um...okay.

[She's not sure she likes the idea of angels being so un-angelic...]

How do you know angels, though? Are you from...heaven?

[outtahell.livejournal.com]

[ His brother felt the same way in the beginning, but it made Cas that much more awesome to them in the end. Sam'd probably like Himeno, actually.

He snorts humorlessly at the question. ]

Far from it. Cas just... pulled me out of a bad situation a few years back. Kinda been 'my' angel ever since, I guess.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

Then...they came to Earth? Or wherever it is you're from?

[outtahell.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Earth. [ Pauses. ] Are there really that many people from other worlds here?

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

There are enough. I try not to assume everyone's from Earth now since you never know.

[outtahell.livejournal.com]

[ He mulls over that. ]

I'll keep that in mind. But, yeah, they came to Earth. I thought Cas was a demon at first, though, since we used to deal with Hell a whole lot more than Heaven.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

Demons? How did you get caught up in something like that?

[outtahell.livejournal.com]

Family business. [ Shrugs, brushing crumbs off on his jeans. ] You'll notice a lot of things around the house: salt at the windows and doors, and symbols on the floor. They're to keep demons and ghosts out. Don't know if they'll work here, but just in case.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

...

So I shouldn't clean that up then? [Because she's totally swept at the front door.]

[outtahell.livejournal.com]

[ Oops. But Dean just looks amused. ]

I'm going to try and pull up all of the door strips so I can put the salt lines under them, but no. Try to avoid cleaning that until I can.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

Alright. I will.

You might want to re-do the front door, in that case. Will salt really stop something like a demon, though?

[outtahell.livejournal.com]

It's difficult to explain, but salt actually physically hurts them and ghosts--well, as physically as you can get with ghosts. It acts as a sort of boundary when placed in an undisturbed line on the ground.

Disturb it, and they both can cross.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

Huh. Well, if you say so.

Of course who knows what the people who run this town are. If they were demons I doubt they'd let us have salt around the house.