response to Supernatural 5.15 in drabble form

[tigriswolf]

"Did you like my game?" she asks, settling beside him with a soft flutter of wings.

"You could have done better," he answers.  "Like actually killing me."

She laughs.  "I'll do whatever it takes to shake you out of this funk, old man.  You've been too long here, settled in.  Gone native, I think is the term.  But killing you?"  She shakes her head.  "That I could never do."

"So instead you break my heart?" he demands, glaring up at her.  The pyre is still smoldering, sending sparks into the night air.

"No," she says, leaning down to look into his eyes.  "You need to remember who and what you are, Father.  You could've kept her alive then, and you could've now."  She grips his shoulder tight, her wings flaring out above her.  "But you didn't.  Why?"

He turns away.  "Leave," he commands.  "I'm tired."

She sighs and does, but "They'll come back for you, so long as you help the Winchesters.  I'll do my best," lingers around him. 

"I know," he whispers.

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[tigriswolf]

Thanks for reading!