I'm Cheryl. I'm no one special, just an office worker / piano player / cat lover.
Come talk to me, I don't bite.
(RP blog. FC: Christina Applegate. None of these pics or gifs is mine.)
"Hello, i’m Castiel. May I help you?"
"Never?" She looked surprised as she handed over a fistful of cash. "It’s not that unusual. I looked up its meaning once in school but I’ll be damned if I can remember what it means."
"Well, it’s not like i’ve met a lot of people either way, and i’m sure it’s not that unusual. It’s a nice name though, it makes me think of cherries."
"Cherries," Cheryl chuckled, tilting her head and smiling at the handsome young man. "Or cherry pie, maybe," she quipped with a small laugh. "You know, while I’m here, maybe I’ll look around the store and see what else I need. Anything on special?"
"Oh dear." Cheryl frowned, shivering a bit. "So werewolves are real. I know the Winchesters told me they’re real but I didn’t have definite proof till now." She bent her head to examine the werewolf fur. "I hope my neighbor got away from it! I hope she’s okay."
The two girls looked at each other, knowing the worse was mostly what happened. Then they both looked at Cheryl. “Well, its a case of the werewolf. We are going to need precautions. And that also means that you have to promise, no matter what you hear, or see, you will stay in the house?” Tori asked.
She caught the look between the two girls, and her face fell. ”Poor neighbor lady,” she murmured. She listened carefully to Tori, thinking to herself. ”But,” she finally said, “I mean, I know it’s dangerous, but if I could get a picture of a werewolf, I could sell that for a lot of money.”
"Cas!" Despite her fatigue, Cheryl was happy to see her angel. "The show went really well. The audience loved it." She ascended the porch steps and held her arms out for a hug.
"Thank you," she murmured, nuzzling his nose. She gazed at his beautiful smile, his deep blue eyes, memorizing him. She focused on how happy she felt in this moment, trying not to think about how it was all coming to an end.
"I want you to get some rest today," she said, playing with a lock of his brown hair. "Stay here in my bed until I come home. I just have a few errands to run." She smiled. "Do you want to take a bath with me before I go?"
"That might be nice… it is not something I’ve exer experienced," he murmured softly, doing his best to get up on his own… to shift out from under her to do so. He was not exactly successful and it was slow going. A black feather suddently manifested between them, gliding gently down to its new resting spot. Cas caught a glance at it, sighed, and moved on.
"Careful," Cheryl admonished him gently, taking his arm and helping him up. Her eye caught the feather and watched it as it fell. "What’s that?" she asked, stooping to pick it up. "Is this…is it from your wing?" She frowned.
"Well, er…hello yourself." Cheryl blushed, shuffling from foot to foot. "I seem to be lost…maybe you could help me find my way home? And I didn’t catch your name…"
"Help you?…Hmm…Well I am good at find things…" He shrugged looking her over then decided he’d help her. "Very well"
"Thank you, sir," Cheryl replied gratefully. "What’s your name? I’m Cheryl Kingsbury and I’m from New York, and I got lost in the woods behind my house and I ended up here."
Cheryl stayed up for a bit, reading and watching some TV. When she finally headed upstairs for bed, she paused at Samandriel’s door. She stood there watching him sleep, marveling at how peaceful he looked. She perched carefully on the edge of the bed. stroking his hair.
Samandriel got ready for bed before curling up with a book. He was only able to read a few pages before starting to fall asleep.When she came in he was sleeping peacefully, curled up and hugging his pillow. Samandy smiled softly in his sleep when she stroked his hair, rubbing his face in the pillow.
Cheryl smiled as she saw Samandriel smile. ”Precious little angel,” she murmured, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead. ”Sleep well.” She got up and tiptoed out of the room, going down the hall to her own bedroom.