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Artemis wasn't known for her sense of humour. But perhaps, because she had no better answer, she replied almost immediately with, "Horrendous. I have yet to see them win a game."

Of course, she'd never actually watched a baseball game. One of those statements that was true and false at the same time. A personal favorite of Artemis'.

She reached over to the tap, turning off the flow of the water. Her arms and hair were dripping and she was soaked to the skin, her shirt clinging to her in any number of different ways. "I don't know much about angels," she said. "My people fought one in Miami, but they didn't stop to take notes." She turned to look at the boy. "Why? Passing curiosity?"

"No. I just ... know one. And he likes to zap us all over the place for no apparent reason, I'm sure he'll be more than happy to do it if we actually asked."

In theory. Castiel isn't exactly known for coming when they call. Or when Sam calls at least. But he can try.

Daintily, especially considering her leg, Artemis stepped out of the tub. It didn't seem to bother her overly much that water puddled around her feet. Nor that she looked like a drowned rat.

The prospect of meeting an angel was...

Well. It was more significant than vanity. Or the fear of mold.

"You're serious?" she asked, wondering if she ought to read his aura again. "You're not...mad?"

He shakes his head. "Not to say that I'm not ... crazy, because after everything I've been through, there's probably a part of me that is, but ... angels are definitely real. I could probably even bring him here right now if you wanted."

What decided it for Artemis was when he admitted that he was, at least in part, crazy. Like all Malkavians, Artemis believed that insanity was like the air. It was all around everyone and couldn't be avoided.

Few people really understood, however, that it wasn't a curse. In many ways, it was a blessing.

If her boy of letters was wise enough to know that, perhaps he was wise enough to help her close a Devil's Gate.

She folded her arms across her chest, dripping a little on the bathrug. "Show me."

Sam sucks in a deep breath, before nodding and closing his eyes. "Cas, if you can hear me, please come here. We have a problem with a Devil's Gate."

There's a pause.

"And please don't ... not show up and make me look stupid."

There's a long pause of silence, followed by the soft flutter of wings and suddenly there's a tall man in a trenchcoat, also sharing bathroom the bathroom with them. He peers at them both, before turning to Sam.

"Sam, why are you in a bathroom with a wet Malkavian?"

He smirks. "Castiel, meet Artemis."

If there was one good thing that could be said for the world of darkness Artemis inhabited, it was that she'd become very good at navigating it. It took a lot to faze her. She had a stomach of iron and more research crammed up inside of her head than one head really ought to be able to hold.

A man appearing out of thin air was nothing earth-shattering.

A man appearing out of thin air in her bathroom was another matter.

"Because the dry one is still in her bedroom," she replied.

Castiel frowns, his brow furrowing in that endearingly adorable way of his, and he turns to Sam in confusion. "Is the dry one supposed to be the one we're meeting regarding the Devil's Gate?"

Sam's lips purse as he tries not to laugh. "No. She's being ... facetious." He pauses as he doesn't realize if she actually is. "I ... think."

"Not entirely," Artemis replied, picking up a towel from the sink and offering it to Sam when she noticed water seeping dangerously close to his shoes. "I have a sister."

She glanced back and forth between the two gentlemen. "You'll both have to meet her sometime."

But a Devil's Gate felt a bit more important at the moment.

Artemis turned her full attention on Castiel. His aura was the colour of a nameless color, sparkling and shining like a disco ball. It was actually rather painful to look at, but she couldn't help it. It reminded her of the sun. Or what little she remembered about the sun. "So you are an angel, then?"

Castiel nods once. "I am. And you are a vampire."

Sam blinks, turning to him confused. "I thought you said she was a Malkavian."

"I hope that's not going to be a problem," Artemis said to the angel. "I would rather hate to find myself smited. It would cast a bit of a pall over the evening." And lead to several dozen very angry Cainites with no leadership apart from Diana.

And Artemis did not trust her cult to Diana.

Almost as an afterthought, she cast Sam a bemused look. "I thought you were a man of letters," she said, her lips twitching slightly.

"I'm new to the job."

"Malkavians are part of a sect of vampires called Cainites. They work in different ways than most of the vampires you have faced."

"Huh." Sam shrugs with a nod. "Learn something new every day."

Castiel nods, before turning back to Artemis. "I have no quarrel with you, so long as you do not intend to eat my friends."

"Unless you happen to be friends with a cow, I don't think we're going to have much of a problem," Artemis replied.

Oh, she would feed off of the occasional human, of course. But really, the butcher was so much more convenient when it came to maintaining the Masquerade. And considering the power that she was amassing in the state of California--and the larger world--a low profile was the order of the day.

Admittedly an ironic thought considering what was in her bathroom at the moment.

"Follow me," she barked, walking between the two of them and marching out of the bathroom door. She grabbed her coat along the way. Her footsteps squished against the carpet, leaving behind wet footprints.

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Sam, personally, wouldn't put it past Castiel to be friends with a cow, but that was a debate best saved for another day. When Artemis leaves the bathroom, the angel turns to look at Sam in confusion - which is basically angel for what have you gotten me into.

Sam shrugs innocently.

Castiel sighs, before turning to follow after their host, Sam right behind him.

Artemis led the squishy way back to the library. On either side of the hallways, doors began to open a crack: Curious faces, some of them vampire, some of them human, some of them halfway in between. It was Castiel who garnered mot of the attention, but there was plenty for Sam. Especially among the females of the household.

"Forgive them," Artemis said absently. "Our dealings with divine creatures are few and far between. And more often than not, disastrous. Only last year, we had to do battle with a demon carrying what he referred to as the 'Sword of Michael.' Blew up half of Miami in the process. Ah."

She made a line for the table, where her books on the Devil's Gate were still open. "Here is the problem." She gestured to the page. "Perth. Australia."

Castiel reaches to take the book from her, studying the inscription for a moment. "If the gate is still open, I could close it."

"Sure you don't want us to go with you?"

"It would not be necessary."

Artemis folded her arms across her chest, water trialing down the sides of her legs. She eyed Castiel without blinking. Perhaps for a full minute. Maybe two? She wasn't bothering to keep track.

"If angels solved all problems so easily, there would not be problems," she murmured.

"Angels only solve problems that easily when they're allowed to interfere. Cas is different than most. He doesn't really play by the rules."

"Yes. Most of Heaven would like me dead for it." And on that comforting notion, Castiel looks up at her again. "Would you like me to fix it or not?"

"I want it fixed," she replied.

Not necessarily the same thing. But trust didn't come easily to Artemis. After all, she was apparently dealing with an enthusiastic amateur man of letters and a stranger dressed up like a flasher who appeared in the middle of her bathroom.

Perhaps not the most ragged group of strangers she'd ever worked with. But strangers nonetheless.

"Then consider it done."

And with that, Castiel is gone again. Sam runs a hand over his face, before shaking his head.

"Sorry. He ... does that."

Oh, Artemis did not like that. Even if she didn't work in the field as often as she used to, the idea of being completely on the sidelines was unthinkable. To say nothing of the fact that she had no way of following up on this Castiel.

Not for some time, anyway.

"How is it that he's your friend?" she asked Sam dully.

"He pulled my brother out of Hell." Sam replies simply. "And then he defected from Heaven to try and help us stop the Apocalypse."

So really, Castiel is a very good friend. He's just a little ... odd.

Artemis sat down. If anything Sam had said fazed her, she did an extraordinary job of not showing it.

In truth, talk of angels and Hell and the Apocalypse were nothing new to her world. But ti was a bit surprising when she heard people from outside of it talking like that. And she found herself rather wishing that she had an angel or two in her corner.

Then again, why should the Damned?

"What was the price?"

"The price?" His sanity? Their lives? Them having any semblance of a healthy relationship? He wasn't entirely sure what part she's referring to, so he's going to wait to clarify before he answers.

"When you pull someone out of Hell, there's always a price," Artemis said impatiently, as though she were trying to explain it to a toddler.

Well, compared to her, the boy of letters was.

Really. He hadn't heard of a Malkavian? That just struck her as unnaturally odd.

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