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Are you almost done? Good, 'cause you know I got a dislocated shoulder over here.

DEAN WINCHESTER 4.09 I Know What You Did Last Summer

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The other's lack of interest was evident, but Hermes wasn't going to push if the Spartoi didn't wish to be. He knew that it was difficult, that things like this were delicate, despite their ages, what they could do. The demigods had been untouchable for so long, and Hermes knew that as well. "I don't know, Echion. But we can go. Together. Big day out, see what's going on. You don't think that sounds exciting?"

"Figured," Echion said, his tone bordered on defeat, but the thought of driving a sword through the creatures that had taken his body was somewhat satisfying. Gods could bleed, and if nothing else had been proven, it should be clear by now that they could also die. A natural death was far more challenging to obtain, not the false death of Uthenera that Echion and his brothers had slipped into, but one that would last into eternity. Still directionless, listless, and uncertain, Echion looked towards the avariel. "What do you suggest?"

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Hermes was a full meal, not just a snack, which is why he knew what he was doing. The avariel was curious, probably as curious as one of Than's cats, and that's why he always found himself in these situations. It wasn't like he couldn't get away, anyway. Catty, there was a joke there, but he was more interested in other things. "So you're just here for a good time, then?"

"Don't be catty when I haven't yet had my lunch, Hermes," the avariel could laugh all he wished but his only saving grace was his wifey status with Than. There was also the fact that he looked far tastier with two wings instead of one, but the avariel was on thin ice. Still, Abaddon was merely teasing, sometimes it was fun to play with their food, "I don't really pay any mind to Megaera and her games." While Lucifer and Ba'al loved dictating and handing out errands, Abaddon was just happy there was a new menu to flick through; it'd gotten a little dicey in the third circle.

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That was heavy, and Hermes had to wonder what Circe would put first in her situation. The avariel paused, though he didn't give judgement, not to his best friend, "That's a lot to think about," he said finally, though he didn't have any unbiased judgement that he could give her. "You have to decide what you think is important, then. If he's a risk, then you shouldn't deal with it. Standing there thinking 'I can change him' really isn't you."

It should have been obvious to Circe to start at the beginning, given who it was she was speaking with. "Yes, I did what I had to. But that does not make this any easier," she confided, for the draegloth's blood would still be on her hands. Even after it were washed away with time. "He means... everything to me. But he aligned himself with the Asphodel. With those willing to destroy the fey." Even if Ayi'ig were no more, how was Circe meant to come to terms with it all? To trust that Nashoba would not turn on the elves once more?

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"It's hard when I feel attached. The cats leave him alone. But he's just...scared to leave the bathroom." Hermes crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe as Epi crouched down to look at the dog. At least it was helpful that his friend could talk to them. The avariel thought he did a good job at understand little creatures, but this greyhound was just a big fan of the bathtub. "They'll all get what's coming to them - the people who owned them."

Sprites were such interesting little creatures, but this one was honestly the best one he'd seen. A little greyhound and Hermes had thought of him first. Epimetheus thought that was really nice of him and he was glad that people thought of him when they had an animal to show off. This was far different from the many cats he'd seen from Death himself that the other avariel always gave him the opportunity to come pet once in a while. Epi held a hand out towards the dog that had nothing but words of fear going through his little head. Poor little guy. "He just wants you to stay around him a lot for a while. I think he's grown attached to you."

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The elven realm was perhaps an ember of what it used to be, but it was a kindling, and that's all that mattered. Hermes figured going through the front door was better than planeswalking into Aurora's office. He had manners, even if this meant going the long way around. The avariel let his wings fold against his ankles and back, disappearing as his magic took hold once more. The elves looked at him different, but not unkindly. Either way, the demigod had answered a little request that had managed to find him. A whole lot of magic, a lot of effort, and the avariel figured the least he could do was hear the elves out. A side of him that he hadn't leaned upon...well, in thousands of years.

"And you're Aurora," Hermes gave a small smile, tilting his head now as she came closer. "If I wanted to be found, I'd make it easy. Luckily, I'm not...unavailable, I guess." He was curious, always curious, "I wanted to see what you all had built. And what you wanted from me. Everyone always wants something."

Date: January, some time Location: Chancellor's Hall, The Winter Mountains, Audele Characters: @xhermesx & @wintersaurora Notes: obi wan youre my only hope

Elves were immortal, and so they were slow. There was a lot to be done both of new things and of upkeep in their new realm and home. The Chancellor would likely be busy for years to come, busy enough that she needed delegation. When it came to investigation and research, Aurora always relied on Huginn and her court members. Except now this was all mortal information. She knew how to cook, drive, use machines and engage in tons that had to do with mortal normality for the few months that she'd had no magic. But not this. She needed someone faster, someone efficient, someone that could go anywhere and someone who had more experience in the mortal realm than any the elves of her Court who, thus far, were going nowhere with this information. Yavie came to mind. However, he'd become a lot more prone to being reckless and carrying dangerous things that should probably not be anywhere near mortals. The Lunar Chancellor had asking around about Hermes, hoping information and rumours were correct that he had always been helpful. But she was no God. Aurora prepared payment on the off chance that the demigod might hear about her asking for him and actually come. It was a pleasant surprise when Huginn flew into her office to announce the demigod's appearance in the building.

"You're Hermes?" Aurora asked as she stepped into the audience chamber. She ignored the throne to walk directly towards the avariel; this was personal, not politics. "I would have sent a letter directly to you if I'd known where... As it is, you're not an easy man to find." She hadn't seen an avariel this close up before, at least not with her own eyes. The unique magical sensation was incredibly curious and Aurora would always have a soft spot for fey and elven offshoots. "I'm glad to see you here. Welcome."

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DEAN WINCHESTER IN EVERY EPISODE ↳ 4.01 - Lazarus Rising

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Dean Winchester in SUPERNATURAL 6.06

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Dean Winchester in SUPERNATURAL 6.10 'Caged Heat'

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Hermes looked at the Spartoi for a moment, before he shook his head, "Nowhere, now." They had Alfheimr, they had a place where many did not wish to wander. Tempting death was something most gods did not wish to do, and he was certain the newly freed inferno inhabitants were never going to try it. "We have things to do here. And Alfheimr is safe." For now. "Elysium is gone, and it just means the gods are scattered and more desperate than ever."

This realm was all he'd ever known but it wasn't like Echion hadn't thought about it, truthfully it was the first thing that had crossed his mind after Cthonius' funeral. People talked about some last vestiges of immortality scattered about the dying World Tree, but truthfully hop skipping to them didn't interest him. The brothers' spartoi had always been unique across the continent, where he'd go and what he'd do was something that the demigod was still mulling over. "Where are you planning to go?"

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This was starting to get more convoluted as Circe spoke, and Hermes sighed now as he poured himself more to drink. He was happy to see her, but this was stuff that he'd forgotten about. Hermes had been with Than for so long that the little nuances of meeting people and dealing with them had been lost on him. "Right. You did what you had to, then? You gotta give me more. What does this Nashoba mean to you? What did he do during the shitshow?" Luckily, Hermes had died. Early on. His memories of the brief moment he'd been inhabited by a god – too much for him to handle without getting angry.

What was she doing with them? It did indeed seem like quite the unlikely bunch. A divine creature from Elysia, a lycan turned draegloth with the soul of an archfiend, and a creature whose parent clambered from the depths of the Inferno. Divinity touched every aspect of her, and yet, she found herself surrounded with those of infernal qualities. "It's Nashoba," she explained, with a minor hesitancy to say it out loud. But this was Hermes, and there was nothing that Circe ever hid from him. "He said that he did it for me, and I...," another moment of hesitation, her lips rolled together as she considered all that had happened as of recently. "I killed him in the war, Hermes. Before the past was restored to us."

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"Gods, they let anyone out in Rome, don't they?" Hermes couldn't help but laugh, Abaddon not excactly a surprising sight considering the state of the inferno. Luckily enough, the avariel didn't feel like he needed to do anything against all the archfiends at the moment – they were minding their own business, and Hermes had some revenge to enact. "Seen Meg lately?"

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@echionx Location: rome where the spartoi roam

Chthonius had been put to rest, one of the Spartoi from antiquity that finally got their burial. His siblings were still out and about, an odd addition to Rome, but a worthy one, nonetheless He wondered where next they'd call home, and finding Echion was easy enough. The other looked depressed, it was obvious in the way he shrugged off almost everything, "I can take you wherever you want, you know. All you have to do is ask."

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@epimethcus Location: Than's home that features Hermes

Elves had always been in the business of having sprites. Eladrin were the same, and Hermes had learned the spell a long, long time ago. His father had done it for him, created a song of a sprite that had stuck with Hermes' magic for centuries, now. Since the avariel had not died, it was the same from Hyperborea, the little elemental greyhound that followed him around. He knew Epi loved the collection of cats that Thanatos had, and Hermes stepped around the mewing beasts to show Epi his newest rescue. "I took all the greyhounds from this nearby race course. Had it shut down. I kept only one, he's only three. The rest I gave good homes. He's shy, won't leave the bathroom yet, but I'm working on it."

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Hermes tilted his head now, "What the fuck are you doing with them?" He hadn't seen or heard of a draegloth in...centuries, perhaps. The archfiend soul and all of that, the avariel figured Circe would stay away. Perhaps she ran towards danger – Hermes couldn't talk, he ran towards Death with open arms. "A mortal cambion? Circe, please. Are you going to wipe their ass when they turn ninety, too?"

"Stop your laughing," she warned, all while swatting him playfully. They had known each other for too long, and Hermes knew her almost as well as she knew herself. Perhaps even more at times. With a sigh, she debated on precisely what information she would offer him. There was never any worry when it came to the secrets she confessed to him, however. "A draegloth," she paused, "and a cambion." Though, perhaps involved was not a word that she could use with either, anymore.

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Dean Winchester in SUPERNATURAL 6.10 'Caged Heat'