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Summary; Dean and Cas are making a deal for Sam
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Dean is still covered in dried blood and wild-eyed looking when he pulls up to the deity office in the Impala, wheels squealing as he comes to a stop. Well that ought to let everyone know he was here. He bails out of the car and rushes up the walk to the front door then proceeds to bang on it.

"Come on! I need some help here!"

There's no mistaking the desperate tone of his voice. He couldn't hide it even if he tried.

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There's no reigning Dean in at this point, and frankly Castiel isn't interested in trying. Lucifer in his true vessel was frightening, even in a City that was temporary home to beings much more powerful than he. Not to mention that the relatively small City would provide an easy hunting ground for an archangel looking to torture everyone from his home world.

He waits, standing at the side with a grim frown on his face.

How often did her children come to her very door, pleading for her help? How often did she look over that beautiful gardenscape of hers, the place they called only The City, and hear their cries?

Oh, but it pained her. A necessary thing, pain, for the growing up of children. For the maturation of seeds.

But that did not mean she could not lend a hand, when it was needed.

The door swings open without a creak, revealing the wide front corridor of the deity office in it's after hours- lights dim, but bare footsteps echoing down to signal that someone is on their way.

The door swings open and Dean takes a step inside. He's desperate but he hasn't lost all of his survival instincts. He glances over his shoulder at Castiel.

"Looks like we're in."

He nods and follows behind Dean, glancing to one side, and then the other in search of the source of the footsteps. Warnings to Dean cross his mind, but who is he to chastise someone when he's about to walk into the same fate? Dean can make his own choices and now that Castiel's afforded the same luxury, he finds that it's actually harder to allow Dean to do this.

"Let's hope this works."

"Let us hope that what works?"

It's hard to pin down her form at first before she appears more solid, walking down the hall barefoot in what appears to be a simple, colorful day dress. Not the most grand looking of goddesses, per se.

"Dean Winchester. Castiel." Her voice low, the assuring kind of tone a mother or elder sister uses, Sabine raised a hand a welcoming gesture.

"What may I do for you?"

"It will," Dean tells Cas in a low voice. It has to work because Dean doesn't know what to do otherwise.

The tone of voice works on Dean. It calms him down. Yes he's got Mommy issues.

"We need some help with Sam. You guys may not have noticed but the City didn't bring back just Sam. It brought back Lucifer too." A very brief pause because he hates jumping off the cliff even when he knows there's no other way. A deal with a deity or a demon all tend to be the same thing. At least he wouldn't mind kissing this one if they decided to seal deals that way.

"We want to make a deal."

The voice only makes Castiel's brow furrow. He's clearly not happy with this, and he's in no way trusting a deity. The fact that his first meeting with one happens to be pleasant isn't a comfort; his brothers and sisters were often this way to begin with as well.

"We need to get Lucifer out of him. Sent back to where he came from." He's not even sure what that would entail. Too much, probably. Apparently he lost his life in the same attempt back home; Castiel isn't sure he can so willingly do the same here.

"We have noticed." Her tone remained the same, the comforting lull that promised things like slumber and sweet dreams. And while she may have appeared before them in a plain form, without the fire and ferocity of her true appearance, but her eyes remained much older than the body she visualized for her children, much more knowing.

"I must ask a price, for such a deal." It was a shame, because truly, truly, a little mercy was something she liked to show- but paperwork was paperwork, and rules were rules, and being a bleeding heart and being a goddess of this city worked together only so much- could only for some acts, some interventions.

But Sabine smiles, and gestures to two chairs against the wall if they would like to sit, best be comfortable, after all. Were those there before?

"What would you like to offer us in return for the service?"

"My memories of my Mom," Dean blurts out. His desperation is showing. "For a month," he follows up. Outside of Sam, Dean's memories of his mom are the most precious things he has and even those are pitiful few.

[ooc: We're just bargaining for Sam to have control of Lucifer. Feel free to bap Castiel and Dean and pull them back in line toward that]

"Dean." Castiel can't suppress the glare he's tossing Dean's way, angry that he would just leap out of the gate like that. No wonder Castiel had to pull him from hell, Dean was absolute shit at making deals.

"I don't have much to give." His grace was gone, any worth he had gone with it. Or at least, that was his opinion.

"That is a generous offer, Dean. A mother is a precious thing." She was a warm figure, or so she tried to be, and there was no need for formailities- Sabine spoke his name as if she had known him since he was a boy.

"But I'm afraid you are wrong." Yet she didn't sound chastising or critical when she turned her gaze back to Castiel, only smiled softly.

"All my children have much to give. And to receive. It is all in what one is willing. All are able."

She's got Dean hook line and sinker. He kind of wants to ask if she'll make him cookies and read him a story before bedtime.

Which is the reason he gives Castiel his 'What the hell is wrong you, Asshole' look. "Yeah. All are able, Cas. Get with the program."

He's helping so much.

The urge to hit Dean creeps up on him pretty hard but he's fairly certain Dean would floor him without much effort. So he glares harder and sighs.

"All I have is my knowledge. My grace is-- gone, but I remember useful things. Languages, rituals. You can have that." He doesn't look at Sabine or Dean and he speaks rapidly, as if he's ripping off a band aid. He doesn't know how to operate among humans and now he'll be unable to feel worthy because of his past. Great.

"For a month." At that, he looks up into Sabine's eyes, but only for a second. Her visage may be matronly, but the fact that he has no clue the true power lying behind her eyes is what intimidates him most. He sits, defenseless and averting his own eyes as quick as he raised them.

Her smile grows playful for a moment when Dean speaks, but returns to the softer expression as she gazes upon Castiel, hands folded before her.

"That is a nice beginning offer." Looked between them, and her eyes fell back to Castiel, even though he had averted his eyes.

"It does not equal the other, however. Shall we be more fair?"

Dean rolls his eyes at Castiel's glare. Clearly he's not threatened by this. He quirks an eyebrow at Sabine, mind whirling as he tries to figure out what else he'll give up and what else he can afford to give up.

"More fair? What'd you have in mind?"

Because he's rash and he's desperate. He's not entirely stupid.

The scowl intensifies, if possible. Dean's desperate to help Sam and Castiel doesn't see any other way that they can stop Lucifer from enjoying a killing spree through the City; even if there existed other beings much more powerful than he.

"She wants more." The words are to Dean, but Castiel is saying them as much to himself too. He swallows thickly and nods, psyching himself up. "Take my memory of my origin. A month's time. Will that much of myself satisfy you?"

Sabine remained silent for a moment, dark eyes closing as if considering, before she raised both hands, palm up- weighing the scales.

"That is satisfactory." It sounded like a judgment. In a way, it was.

"The memories of being for one month. The memories of the one whom one owes their being for one month." A small nod, it was fitting. Dues had to be paid, paperwork to be filed.

"That is enough to allow Samuel Winchester more control over that being you seek to break him from." The wording slightly changed, but it sounded similar to what they sought.

Dean notices the wording change but if Sam has control over Lucifer, even just more he'll take it. He nods and shoves his hands in his pockets. He never knows how to end these deals. They're different from the ones in his world.

"Yeah....okay. So...do we sign something or...what?"

Dean's acceptance of the terms make Castiel quicker to accept as well. He's still hesitant but, too distracted by the false deity before him, he says nothing.

"There is no need to sign something so fleeting as a piece of paper." Open palms disappeared when fingers curled in and she let her gesture fall, replacing it with the maternal smile of the mother, the gardener, the comforter.

"I will handle the paperwork- your words do well enough for proof of contract. By the time the sun rises, the deal shall be done."

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