dropsof_jupiter | waves crash along the battered, lonely lighthouse

She comes to check on him, because it's what she always does. It's part of the job, as much as anything else Anna does daily. She checks the perimeter fence, helps ration the food, goes out to clear new zones, tries to make a life for them here. And after all that, she checks on Castiel. She does it because she has to, but whether its because of deep set guilt she can't quite get over, or just because a small part of her still cares is anyone's guess.

It means that she's close enough to hear that bitter, broken laugh, and it turns out Anna still does have some shreds of humanity left in her because that sound hits her like a punch to the stomach. Knocking softly on the door, she doesn't wait for a response before letting herself in. There's no point, it's not like she'd listen if he protested anyway. She's trying to smile when she heads inside, but Anna knows as well as anyone that she's not fooling anyone.

"Did I miss the joke?"

"Unhnh...?" Cas tries to lift his head to look at her, but she seems to be walking on the ceiling. That can't be right. Dazed blue eyes blinking, Cas rights himself with a clumsy roll that almost sends him off the end of the bed, and sends a few bottles clanking. He's been even worse than usual, since he broke his foot. He's off the crutches, now, but still limping. They have no true doctor, and they lack an x-ray machine. The former medical student who does triage as needed has suggested the bones may not be set quite right.

In the meantime, Cas has been moping and taking advantage of painkillers, and today he's clearly been mixing them with something else. He shakes his head a little and refocuses with difficulty, giving Anna the false grin that he's practiced until it comes easy. "Nope. We're all in on it."

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She's almost at the point of giving up on making comment, which is why she just gathers up some of the empty bottles on her way to the bed. Setting them down carefully in front of her, Anna perches lightly on the edge and clasps her hands together lightly.

"Sounds about right." She tries really hard not to sound bitter, but it just comes off as false as the grin Cas is giving her. Her head tips forward slightly, and she can't help but let the corners of her lips twitch into something resembling a sad smile. What a perfect representation of Heaven they are these days. The drugged up hippie and the militant soldier.

"How are you doing today, anyway?" She's careful not to ask about the drugs, or make any comment at all really, because it turns into frustration so fast. She's not here to berate him, for once.

Cas seems to think about this for a moment, thoughts rolling slow in that drug-addled brain, then flashes her another smile. "Peachy!" His sense of humor has blossomed extraordinarily late, and recently he's picked up some goofy word choices. That they sound incongruous in his throaty, gravelly low voice is just part of the appeal.

He makes a careful attempt to get all his limbs back in order, untangling himself and gracelessly arranging his body in an upright seated position beside Anna. As out of it as he is, he's still trying to pull himself together and show her some respect. "What's up? Did you need me for anything?" He looks unsteady, but he's trying, smiling away at her with shadows like bruises around his eyes.

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