Heaven Forbid[opened]

[PARISA]

Since the day she came to Earth and took his precious vessel she had been obsessed with doing human things. Her vessel was needed to kept clean and healthy, she did what normal humans did like fed her vessel, bathed her, made her go for runs every morning. Parisa enjoyed the things humans did in the morning to start their days: daily jog, bathe, picking out outfits, eating, brushing teeth and hair. This morning she sat at the end of the hotel bed with her vessel's cell phone, trying to figure it out, and watched the weather channel after a nice jog and shower. Her hair was wet and sticking to her face as she slid open the phone and looked at the buttons. The weather channel person explained it was going to be chilly but only enough for a light winter coat. Parisa made an effort to keep her vessel well covered in cold weather, she finished her light breakfast and sat the bowl in the sink while she walked, grabbed her hotel key, and walked out to her Shelby GT350 Mustang in the parking lot. She unlocked it's doors and climbed into the back where she kept her vessel's clothing. Quickly she sorted through them looking for a jacket of some sort, some pants and a shirt.

Ten minutes later she got out of the car and went back into her hotel with a pile of clothes in her hands. Parisa didn't have her day particularly planned besides breakfast at that cute little diner down the road. She quickly got jeans on and a top that matched the following, heaviest, jacket her vessel owned. Slipping on her converse high heels she turned off the television and walked out the door. Parisa kept the door unlocked simply because she knew she was coming right back out. She sat in the drivers seat and strapped herself in as she turned on the engine, shut the door, and checked her mirrors before putting the mustang in reverse. Now the angel couldn't figure out a cell phone but she was a damn good driver for one who had just learned about a month ago. She understood why people drove, it got them to their destinations faster, they were fun to drive, and they played music. Parisa didn't listen to music very often, she only listened to the device that was plugged into the car which shuffled through songs all the time and she often got odd songs from the shuffle.

It didn't take long before Parisa drove into the parking lot of the small diner and parked in the closest parking spot and set the car to park. Letting out a deep breath she unstrapped herself and turned between the seats to lean over and grab her vessel's wallet fro the floor board where she kept clothes over the top of it. Now with her wallet and keys in hand she opened the door, lock it, and got out. The diner was nicer looking inside that she had thought, with blue stoles, chairs, and seats for the booths. Parisa took a seat in a booth right by the door and faced herself towards it, she liked people watching, she often observed the ones who walked in and how they acted. The angel didn't even looked at the menu long, she saw the picture of what she wanted and didn't bother to look anymore. Parisa stuck her keys onto the key chain she had on her belt loop and sat her wallet in her pocket as she waited for a waiter or waitress. Her eyes soon wondered to the parking lot and road outside.

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[CASTIEL]

Another angel was at the diner. He had been there for some time though. His hands wrapped around the squishy bun of a deluxe hamburger. It was just the first one, thus far. While his vessel didn't require food for survival, as long as Castiel was housed within, he had been nagging the angel about food. Jimmy had a weak spot for a good burger and now Cas did too. He flexed his fingers as he eyed the burger. Being what he was, he could put away food and drink like nobody's business. Still, he considered this, eating regimen, business. He stared at the burger like a warlord over a map, searching for the best practical advantage on how to engage the food item.

His blue eyes went over the warm squishy bun, lightly sprinkled over in sesamee seeds that had a habit of flaking off every time his fingers pressed against their surface. Beneath rested a wet and crisp slice or two of lettuce that hovered on top of a sea of ketchup and mayonnaise. Under that couple of rich oily globs was the purpose as to why he was here in the first place. Not one, but two rich, steaming hot beef patties that had been hand pressed and grilled till fully cooked. Hamburger meat was his, no, Jimmy's favorite. His eyes widened in anticipation of the feast to come.

And then, he struck. Mouth agape the angel took the first bite. It was wondrous, amazing, and certainly delicious! The mixture of flavors that poured over his tongue, well, it was almost sinful. It was quite unfortunate that Heaven didn't have the concept of food. They didn't need it and on some level Casitel envied humans for their variety of food items. He dug into the burger, pausing only a few times to chew, and of course remembering to breath. Angel or no, breathing was an important habit.

Cas was hunched over in his section of the diner. His attention was almost entirely on the burger that was clenched tightly in his hands. He had heard the bell upon the entrance clang a couple times. He lifted his head slightly, his face partially viewable until nose level. Anybody with a pair of eyes could have seen that his cheeks were full while he chewed on the latest bite of burger. He looked somewhat surprised, like a chipmunk. He hadn't expected too many people to come here. He had picked this place so that he could eat in peace.

His chewing slowed, his brows furrowed, as he looked at the latest guest in the diner. It was certainly no human. He slunk back down, with only and inch or two of his hair viewable now. An angel, here? But why? he thought as his mastication slowed in thought. The most important question on his mind was, who was this angel. Concern washed over his face and suddenly the burger was not so tasty anymore...Worry started to flow over his abdomen. Were the brothers in trouble, with somebody from Up High?

[PARISA]

Voices bouncing around in her mind began talking loud and louder, Parisa simply listened harder. Names were being said, plans, and much more were being discussed. Often she listened only for nourishment orders but occasionally she caught the main gossip. Above the bickering of angels in her ears she heard the names she knew well of. It was always the same names over and over. Dean. Sam. John. They were all Winchesters, they were related and they were a big deal. The angels would talk for hours and hours about them. Parisa placed her hand upon her head, the voices getting louder as they argued, sending Parisa's head in pain. "Why do they always do this when it's about those Winchesters?" The brunette mumbled, snapping her head back up when she heard the waitress finally at her table asking her for an order. "Oh my, you frightened me!" The angel joked with the waitress, letting a light laugh leave her mouth, "Good afternoon." the angel spoke in her accent, trying to be friendly. "I would like a plate of biscuits and gravy, please, with a cup of tea." Parisa nodded and smiled up at the waitress, looking awkwardly small in the booth.

The angel tried hard to keep herself under the radar, though. She didn't act like an angel, and the longer she stayed here the longer she acted human. The brunette studied humans long and hard, she wanted to know how they went on with their days, how they lived, what they did. She found humans to be so fascinating! She understood the love for music, the possessions, the family loving, the feeding, the loving, but she didn't understand the drinking, smoking, the guns, or the emotions. With every good thing the humans did there was always something bad coming from it. Parisa didn't understand the feelings they had, all she was gifted with was happiness and nourishment. As she stayed here on Earth with them she felt a whole lot more. Fear, sorrow, loneliness. The angel was fearful of this, though, she knew other angels that rebelled or just lost grace when developing emotions. This angel swore to herself up and down she would not loose faith.

Parisa was a good natured angel and that is how she landed her job as nourishment angel, but something was off about this diner. It was quaint, the people were friendly, but she could sense a difference between it and all the others. It seemed, well, down right heavenly. Trying to look as casual as possible, she turned in her seat, her small fingers grasped around the back of the booth seat as she peered over to see the diner behind her. Looking as innocently as she could, she scooted to the end of the booth and stepped into the aisle. Doing as her vessel would normally when getting up, she smoothened and pulled down her shirt to look her best before walking to the counter slowly. The brunette kept her eyes searching each seat she passed on the way, not seeing anyone. Cautiously she approached the counter and the waitress behind it, "Excuse me, may I have a side of hash-browns with my order?" grinning innocently. Once the waitress accepted the order, the angel turned to a 90 degree angle to continue looking for this heavenly creature she felt.

Two men sat at the counter towards the end, an older woman sat in a booth along with another man, there weren't many people at this diner. On another table sat a plate, though, she could not see the face of this person. Before her mind really registered her feet were already moving her towards the table, soon he was in her view. "Excuse me," She spoke softly as she approached him, definitely getting the angel vibe, "may I use your sugar?" she pointed to the small container that every table had containing sweeteners. "My booth simply ran out.." Parisa smiled nicely at the angel with his mouth full of food, chuckling lightly at his cheeks. No, she didn't know this angel, but she was certain he was the angel she felt in this diner. She was rather curious in fellow angels.

[CASTIEL]

He had tried to hide himself earlier, but his senses told him that his first plan of action was not working. Her presence radiated from her vessel like a thousand light bulbs. It was very hard to just overlook that. He swallowed the partially chewed bite within his mouth before grasping the bottle of coke and drinking it. Even though most of the liquid had been consumed he had spent a few moments trying to obtain every drop, the rattling of the liquid inside the straw soon became quite loud. Eventually he noticed the noise he was making, along with the fact that no more of the syrup was getting into his mouth, and stopped. He shifted in his seat and took another bite as he sat up straighter to look at the vessel that housed one of his kin.

Castiel had not mastered the ability to watch somebody without directly staring at them. It was something he would have to learn to "humanize" himself. He did try to appear normal by not putting down his burger. Though at this point he didn't know if he could. He continued to watch the new arrival as he ate. His eyes were locked on her with his expression of serious calculation; a glare of sorts. He had not met this angel before, that he could tell. Besides, if he had known the angel, they would have come up to him immediately. They were known to be straightforward, especially him. Down, to the point, no 'fiddle-faddle."

This angel had assimilated quite well. He watched, unblinkingly, as she had gotten up from her perch in the diner to wander around her surroundings. He didn't like this. He should have vanished when she walked in, with the burger, but he hadn't. She didn't appear to be threatening, but he knew better to base assumptions on just the looks of the vessel alone. After all he had heard many stories about the demon Lilith, and her affinity to pick young children to possess. It could be no different here. Over the years many angels had left their posts and had fallen to earth, some more holy in their actions then others. Was he dealing with a renegade, or another soldier?

As she approached he straightened up, placing his elbows on the table. He didn't let go of the burger as he tore into it once more. By now over half of it had been consumed. He looked up at her, his expression still etched as if in stone. Though he was capable of more human like expressions, he certainly was not good at it. The muscles of the face confused him, and therefor were better left alone if at all possible. Only in times of intense stress did his face contort into whatever emotion he was feeling at the time. Those instances were especially rare, and often frightening to those around him. That was not the case here though.

Castiel simply stared up at her as she spoke. He frowned. Why would she need his sugar. There were other, plenty, of tables that had sugar on them. Castiel looked at the container, then back at her. He took a swallow and grabbed the clindrical container that had held his drink, now with diluted bits of brown that were covered in slowly melting ice cubes. He tried to take another drink out of it. The loud rattling started once more until he had figured out how to respond. That took a few moments.

"You don't need sugar, or food. You are not human. Why are you here?" he asked, voice gruff and his speech slightly disturbed by a half full mouth of burger bites.