[Esther may have been the monster who left her but Dahlia did enough damage all on her own.
Crowley raises an eyebrow. "Dean Winchester landed himself a doctor? Wonders do never cease." He then glances back to her, tipping his head to the side. "Well, that depends on your definition of 'shouldn't'. In the grand scheme of the universe? No. Probably not. But in the sense of the spell? I'm here to provide a tempting distraction."]
("How righteous," Dhalia says with a role of her eyes.
Sorry, Crowley. )
I was talking to the door. This is my door, from my flat. Not in my combination throne room cottage. ( It's all very pottery barn. ) But, you're right. You shouldn't be here, either, us gossiping like hens.
( She grabs the handle to her door and looks back at her son. )
[He offers her a small smile, before nodding. "We'll see each other again. When you decide you're done being Queen." He's not expecting it to be anytime soon. But they will.
Freya runs her hand over the finish of coffin door, before finding the little hidden compartment she'd built into it over the years and flipping it open, letting the key slide into her hand.]
Believe what you want. But given that you're dead, your opinion no longer matters.
[The true exit appears in the middle of the room, and Freya makes her way back.
Crowley, on the other hand, just offers her a small smile, and leaves her to complete the business she came for. They'll have time after all, somewhere along the way.]
( Rowena, pleasantly surprised at the painlessness, joins her old friend in the middle of the room at the door, placing her key. With one last look at her boy, she turns her key. She pays Dhalia no mind.
Dahlia raises her hand up as if to wave, but doesn't. Her look says, 'I'll be seeing you.' )
[Freya does the same, sliding her key into the door and turning it. She doesn't acknowledge her aunt, and as the latch flips, she opens their door and she and Rowena disappear into the light.]
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[Esther may have been the monster who left her but Dahlia did enough damage all on her own.
Crowley raises an eyebrow. "Dean Winchester landed himself a doctor? Wonders do never cease." He then glances back to her, tipping his head to the side. "Well, that depends on your definition of 'shouldn't'. In the grand scheme of the universe? No. Probably not. But in the sense of the spell? I'm here to provide a tempting distraction."]
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Sorry, Crowley. )
I was talking to the door. This is my door, from my flat. Not in my combination throne room cottage. ( It's all very pottery barn. ) But, you're right. You shouldn't be here, either, us gossiping like hens.
( She grabs the handle to her door and looks back at her son. )
I'll always miss you, do you know that?
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Freya runs her hand over the finish of coffin door, before finding the little hidden compartment she'd built into it over the years and flipping it open, letting the key slide into her hand.]
Believe what you want. But given that you're dead, your opinion no longer matters.
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( On the sconce hanging next to her door, Rowena reaches for her key, fingers sliding it closer, bringing it down.
"Give my regards to... oh, whomever has blasphemed this family the most this year," Dhalia says. )
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[The true exit appears in the middle of the room, and Freya makes her way back.
Crowley, on the other hand, just offers her a small smile, and leaves her to complete the business she came for. They'll have time after all, somewhere along the way.]
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Dahlia raises her hand up as if to wave, but doesn't. Her look says, 'I'll be seeing you.' )
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