This Is To New York City Angels. [+blueeyestrenchcoat]
Natasha hasn’t prayed in a long time. In fact, she can pinpoint the last time she did; as the house burned around her, the thunder of boots searching the house, cries of “Девушка, получить девушку” echoing in her ears. She had asked for help, and found none.
So when she sees the mission file, the angel Castiel, she fights the urge to watch the file burn away to ashes. That girl, the one who believed, is gone. Natasha has a job to do.
She’s waiting in the street, eyes on the vessel of the angel as it walks through the crowd. Following is simple, an accidental bump even more so. All she needs to lean over, muttering to him quietly. “Castiel. I have information for you. Can we talk?”
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Natasha stumbles slightly, looking around at the new surroundings. She’s unhappy at being caught off guard and she has...
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Castiel was in the city tracking a possible ghoul. He was walking towards a witness’s apartment when someone bumped into...