Thread: The Road so Far: Supernatural Soulmates (Krystal x Madam Mim)

Jude smiled at the memory when Dean asked whether she lived out by Kimball's. It was among some of the best dates she'd had a lot of people wanted to complicate things with expensive dinners and indie art shows, but Dean had always known just how to spend time with her whether it was ice cream and a movie, hiking, or just laying in the back of her dad's pickup and stargazing while the peepers and crickets sang them to sleep. Of course, after a certain time those dates had rarely ended with sleep. She shook from her reverie when Dean said he could eat she had been remembering the taste of his skin. Yeah, I'm starved, Sam agreed eagerly. Um, is there anything I can do to help? Jude waved him off. Just sit, I'll get it, she insisted, pulling mismatched stoneware from a cupboard and ladling stew out of a crockpot on the counter. After setting the bowls on the table near the fireplace she washed her hands and set to work making the dough for the crust. She didn't have to see the hurt on his face to hear the guilt in his voice. Okay, I just wanted to make sure. We looked for you for a long time they always wondered what had happened, hoped you were safe. Sam saw his opening and took it. So ah, how did you two meet? he asked casually, ignoring any looks from Dean. My partner's never told me he grew up in Keene. Oh he didn't, she said with a casual shrug, measuring out flour and dumping it into the mixing bowl. He was only here about six months. Showed up lost in the woods and my dad took him in while we tried to find his family. The Rev's always had a soft spot for lost sheep. Jude threw a smile over her shoulder at Dean. Uh...the Rev? Sam raised an eyebrow and glanced dubiously at Dean. Yeah. My dad's the Presbyterian minister in town. There's really only that and the Catholics or you have to go somewhere else for your services. I'm Unitarian, I only make it every other week. Tell him that and I'll murder you dead, she added, brandishing the dough hook of her stand mixer at Dean for a moment. Disappeared one night though, haven't heard from him since. There was no venom or accusation in her voice, only sadness. Sam fixed his brother with a look behind Jude's back. He remembered Dean disappearing for about six months after a huge blow-up with their father, and when he'd come back for a particularly nasty hunt he refused to talk about where he'd been. This was almost certainly the missing gap in Dean's life, and he'd spent it with a preacher of all things. Castiel listened quietly as Krystal recounted what she could remember. So her memory had been slowly trickling back for a while, it seemed. When they parked he slid out of the car, still silent, and followed her into the building. The angel chewed his lip for a few moments, staring at the back of her head as he walked behind her. You remember almost everything, then, he finally said. Once they got into the elevator he hung his head. I did look for you, you know, he insisted quietly. I've been searching for you for centuries, even through the apocalypse and civil war in Heaven. Raphael, the angel who did this to you...he's dead now. He can't hurt you again. He lifted his chin to watch her. The elevator dinged and he stepped out, waiting for her to lead the way to her room.