While Castiel was already working on his third burger, Jophiel was still nibbling slowly on her first order of French fries, and she hadn't even touched her own hamburger. She was, however, downing her second Coke, slurping it rapidly through the straw while still managing not to make any noise. She was also managing to blatantly glare at Castiel, though he either didn't notice or didn't care - probably the latter.
Dean and Sam had each finished one burger and order of fries each, and now were just staring at Castiel and Jophiel. Their gazes kept flitting from them to each other, flickering between the celestials' eyes and their sibling's. They were wondering when the angels would stop eating and talk about whatever Jophiel had to talk about.
"This is utterly ridiculous," Jophiel commented when their waitress had left, after delivering a fourth burger for Castiel and a third Coke for Jophiel. She clamped her lips around the straw and sucked in forcefully, effectively draining half the cup. She reached across the table and lowered Castiel's hand, preventing him from taking another bite. "I do not even see how you can eat this, Castiel."
Castiel gestured to the paper cup beside her. "You are drinking that," he pointed out, neglecting to chew and swallow his last bite before doing so.
"Castiel. Listen to yourself, and have you looked in a mirror lately?" Jophiel's eyes turned steely, not that it was much of a jump from her previous expression of irritation. "You are not acting like an angel. You are acting like... like... a human."
Castiel snatched a napkin and pressed it to his face, giving her a look to rival her own as he wiped his mouth. "And what is so bad about that?" He put the napkin down, picking absently at what was left of his fries. "Humans are the most beautiful works of art in the entire universe, Jophiel."
"You obviously have not met some of the people Elizabeth associates with. I met a few while looking for you."
"Jophiel, why do you not just give the humans a chance? I know that if you get to know ones who are nothing like those you have met..."
"Do you know what this body is like, Castiel?" she suddenly snapped. She pressed her fingers to her forehead. "The temples always ache, and it is hard to organize my thoughts. The hands shake no matter how warm it is. Whatever these people have done to her body, or what she has done to it... it is not beautiful, Castiel. It is sick... ugly."
His eyes softened at her proclamation, seeing that she truly was suffering and she had only met the worst humankind had to offer. "It is unfortunate, Jophiel, and I must say you are strong to put up with your vessel's malfunctions. But humanity is not all bad. You will see."
"Okay," Dean spoke up, finally having regained some of his courage and mostly trusting Jophiel not to randomly rip his tongue out. "You said you needed Cas's help. As his official 'Human World Guides', we..." He gestured to himself and Sam briefly. "Gotta know why."
She nonchalantly took another gulp from her drink. "And why would I tell you humans anything, Dean Winchester?"
"'Cause I said so."
"That is not enough of a reason, I'm afraid."
"Jophiel." Castiel reached over and placed his hand on her arm for half a second, then drew it back. "I do not wish to be kept waiting. If I need to start something for you, I have to know about it now."
She sighed and sunk down a bit in her seat. "Nobody is eavesdropping on us, correct?"
"They couldn't care less, Jo," Dean assured her.
One green eye twitched. "When I told Castiel that he was not to call me anything but my proper title, I assumed that it was made clear to the both of you as well."
"I'm friggin' calling you Jo."
"I don't have time for this." She snapped her eyes back to Castiel. "I implore you to come with me, Castiel. This is... our one chance. Please. You know I hardly ever beg, so that must show you how desperate I am."
Castiel surveyed the female angel, someone he hadn't seen in years... not since he'd made a home of Jimmy Novak's body. Had it been years? The concept of time was vague to him, as to most other angels, though he could deduce that it had been at least one year since he had seen Jophiel. They hadn't been inseparably close, but... when they had both been in heaven, he remembered speaking to her at least once every day. Usually just a simple hello, but on rare occasions they had exchanged a smile, or a quick, parting touch of the hand.
He felt his halo slip a bit, just a bit. He had a few options here. He could help her with whatever she needed help with, catch up with her a little. He could stay with Dean and Sam... disregard Jophiel's needs, which would be a cruel thing to do indeed. Or... if she really wanted his help that badly...
He leaned back in his seat just an inch or so, and crossed his arms lightly over his chest. "Jophiel... if I helped you... what would I get in return?"
She offered a wry smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. Funny, he thought he remembered that her smiles had always had that quality. "A very heartfelt thank you and a pat on the wings, Castiel."
He frowned. Either she had been spending time with Uriel and was feeling brave enough to crack a joke, or she was really serious. It was hard to tell which with her, though. "Is that really all?"
She leaned forward, twirling a section of black-and-white hair. "... Well, no. I lied about that."
"Then what would I get? If it does not outweigh my quests with Dean and Sam, I must politely decline. I am very sorry."
"Castiel, this is... this is not simply my own selfish request. This is for both of us." She looked to the left and right, and, only seeing the Winchesters, began to speak in a low whisper. "I may have found a way to restore our divinity. May."
Castiel's eyes widened slightly. "You mean... we may become true angels again?"
"Well... tell me, then. I owe it to you to at least hear your proposition."
Jophiel nodded. "There is a powerful object... somewhere in the world..." She lowered her voice even more, though it should have been impossible. "The other angels and the demons I have spoken to... they refer it it as the Diamond." Her eyes became agitated... almost... excited.
And for once, Castiel was completely intrigued by this emotion in her. He had to question her further.
DUN DUN DUNNNNNN.
What is the Diamond? IS it a diamond? Can it really turn them back into angels? Will Dean and Sam let Jophiel take Castiel away? Why am I asking YOU all these questions? *smacks self*
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