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Woah- bubble. He blinks and looks around, mid toke and it makes him cough, smoke spilling out of his nostrils like a dragon.

"Shit-" he passes back.

"That's awesome, man. Handy. I heard vile is really good for healing, too. You must be pretty indestructible now."

Snort.

"Healing? I dunno about that. My blood is poisonous as hell to most people. I spit on someone with intention and they drop dead. I'm not so sure about healing but I gotta say, I don't know much about it all. But the bubble -- it's cool. Nothing can get through it."

But yeah -- he is low key indestructible. It's kinda weird.

Huh, he's sure he heard something about healing.. maybe he's wrong. It happens.

Poison spit.. right. He makes a mental note and briefly wonders if it's safe to share a joint.. but he said intention. So..

"This isn't a trojan horse to poison me, is it.."

Hell, Dean could be wrong. Who knows.

"What? God, no," he says, barking a laugh and shaking his head. "No, no. It's like the Crucio curse. I gotta mean it. And with that..." he gestures to the joint.

"Man, I don't care about anything right now."

Raleigh looks slightly sheepish and makes another mental note about Harry Potter.

He's about to remind Dean that it's bad form to bring up forbidden dark curses so candidly but it doesn't seem appropriate once he's finished talking. By then Raleigh is more concerned. Relieved but concerned.

"What's going on?" Asked earnestly.

He lifts a shoulder in a shrug and tips his head back to rest against the chair, staring up into the sky.

"Nothing new, I guess. My brother's bein' a dick, the little one is mad at me, and Cas left me."

Raleigh's brows pin high on his forehead as he processes that.

"Cas..." Why does that sound familiar?

"Wait- that guy on the network talking about orgies?"

He laughs, but it lacks humor.

"Yeah. That's the one. He's not that guy anymore, though. He's changed, like me. He's an Angel of the Lord," he says, tone dropping to mimic Cas' low tenor.

"Which means he's too good for me."

...

Squint.

"Like. Literally?"

He takes the joint back and takes a big inhale, holding it until he coughs it out.

"Yeah. Crazy, right?"

"An angel. Like.." He mimes flappy wings.

"Halo.. up in heaven. An angel.

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He looks over at Raleigh lazily though lidded eyes.

"Yeah. Literally that."

"What the fuck," he whispers. Give him that joint back. He needs it. Just that is a lot to handle.

Inhale. Hold it. Exhale. Fuck. An angel.

"That's a lot."

Go on, take it.

"Demons are real, too," he adds, reaching for his beer in the meantime. "So is Lucifer. God, however, is MIA."

"Your world must be wild."

Which is all he can really think to say as the high curls around his swiss cheese brain.

“Yeah…it is.”

Especially before, when he was him, and it was terrible and sad. But there’s been the good, the passion and love that came out of it, now evaporated like dewdrops on a desert plant.

There is a soft beat.

"So when you say he left you.."

Because also huuuuh whazzut? Man, his gaydar must be broken because he really didn't take Dean for the type. Then again, no one takes him for the type either and here he is at his one year anniversary with the love of his life, so.

“I mean he said there was no longer a reason To stay at the house and he fluttered off. He left me.”

He exhales long and slow, his chest aching from the cough and something else entirely.

He. Still isn't sure in what capacity Dean means.

"Were you.." he itches the tip of his nose.

"Together(??) long?"

He sighs. Hes high, who cares. Raleigh loves with some Australian bear.

“Long enough for it to matter, for it to hurt.”

A soft hum. That's awful.

Raleigh still isn't sure if they're talking about the same thing but being left behind always hurts no matter what.

He decides to take a gamble.

"I'm sorry things didn't work out between you.. but he's wrong. If he thinks he's too good for you."

“Oh no, he’s definitely right. I’m a train wreck and he's…an Angel crammed into a human vessel. He’s way too good for me.”

He takes a swig of his beer.

“He just.. didn’t have to leave it like this.”

What? He almost says. No. You're.. loyal. And funny and strong. It's his loss.

But he isn't sure if Dean would want to hear that.

Raleigh can't imagine what the dynamic between a human and an angel might be. How would that even work, really. It's such a big difference in so many ways. Even if he's having a hard time thinking of that guy he saw as an angel. He hasn't seen Castiel otherwise. He doesn't know.

"So you fixed the timeline and he bounced. That's an ungrateful dick move."

"Less of a fix, I guess. We were an alternate one, created to prove a point. Makes a guy feel awesome." He takes another swig of beer, though the bottle is nearly empty.

"Cas and I just shifted back to the original one, I guess. Our spell got messed up, and here we are. He's..."

Dean struggles to find the words, because he's angry at Cas yes, he's hurt, but he doesn't hate him. How could he?

"He's an angel. He's just different, now. There's this wall up between us."

"Oh.."

He tries not to kneejerk something even more judgmental (again) to piss all over this guy who Dean is so hurt by. If it's complicated then it's complicated.

He can respect that. Try at least.

Raleigh is quiet for a moment as he thinks, brain softened and swirley released from topical anxiety.

"Sorry," he says. Delayed response.

"That was catty." It's not like him, really. Maybe an influence from Chuck. Maybe from being in this world for so long.

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