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[Castiel has been back in Paradisa for about an hour, and he used that hour figuring out exactly what had happened. The rush of returning memories and the 'synching' of experiences is disorienting, and once he realizes he's in Paradisa he finds himself a quiet corner of the Castle's grounds to gather his thoughts.

It's a dangerous thing to do, stopping to think, because of everything that had just happened at him and everything he still needs to do. He'd successfully broken the angel tablet but Gadreel is dead, and Castiel doesn't know if he's managed to give Dean and Sam the time they need to kill Metatron. It's difficult to go from hyperfocus to suddenly doing nothing at all, and every part of him feels like he should be doing something.

But he's in an entirely different world now, and he has to shift his attention. He needs to figure out how much time has passed since he was here last, who he knows that is still here and who has gone, if Meg...

He decides to use his journal rather than going wandering the Castle, because it's only belatedly that he remembers his loss. It's jarring, unsettling, and gives him pause again; still, he's soon writing a simple entry into his journal, saying only what he has to in order to try to get the response he's looking for.]

This is Castiel. I've returned.

Who is still here?

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[It's perhaps another half hour later when Meg decides to take a break and sits down to actually rifle through her journal. When she sees the familiar script, her face drains of all color and there's a crash as her drink slides right out of her hand and the glass shatters on the floor.]

Cas?

[It can't be. There's no possible way. But is it? Crowley warned her that he had been here many times and never remembered...

but did he remember? It struck her how much more this mattered than the last time she had wondered the same thing.]

Where are you?

[Hearing her voice is like an electric shock, his memories conflicting on whether it's been over a year or just a few minutes since he last saw her. His emotions twist up confusingly and it takes a moment before he can write a response, his handwriting just a little less perfect than before.]

Hello Meg.

I am in the gardens, by the fountain.

Stay there. I'm coming to you.

[It took her about five minutes to sprint through the castle and out to the gardens. She stopped herself just short of running up and throwing her arms around him, but she was still wary of what he might or might not remember. The result was an awkward, stumbling stop and hurriedly crossing her arms for lack of something better to do with her hands.

This was too good to be true. Good things didn't happen to her. She had convinced herself over the past few months that the Castle had brought him to Paradisa just to torture her by taking him away.]

Uh... hey.

[Seeing her is far more surreal than hearing her voice, and his eyes widen a little when she comes into view. He takes a sharp breath, opening his mouth to speak, and it's only when nothing comes out that he realizes he's already forgotten his voice is gone. It's going to take time to used to that again.

Instead, he tucks his journal into his pocket and signs to her.]

It is good to see you.

[And he even manages a faint smile.]

[She sighs, relieved, but still almost not believing it. When he goes to speak and can't, she just shakes her head.]

Still no pipes, huh? I'm gonna have to start calling you Ariel.

[Her smirk falters into a genuine smile at his words though, and she takes a shaky breath, then signs back.]

It's good to see you, too. [She pauses, rolls her eyes, and quickly adds:] I missed you.

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[He actually understands that reference, giving a small shrug of a shoulder and a nod at her comment; it's an apt comparison to make, after all.

But he's soon more focused on her signing, and his smile doesn't fade but it goes a little more serious.]

I missed you as well. It's been a long time.

[She gives him a funny look when he doesn't question the reference, but there are slightly more important matters at hand. The topic of their world doesn't exactly bring up warm fuzzy feelings for her, and her expression hardens slightly.]

Yeah, I would imagine so, since I got gutted by king of the douchebags. Guess I really did kick the bucket, huh?

[His gaze lowers, saying everything, but he gives a small nod as well anyway. He doesn't know for sure, but it's extremely likely that Meg is indeed dead.]

[She sighs heavily and waits for him to meet her eyes again. One of Meg's last memories from before he disappeared was getting angry over it - at him, for not finding her sooner, even though she knew it was completely irrational and that he hadn't exactly been in control at the time. She had regretted that every day since he disappeared.

When she spoke again, her voice was lower, even trembling a little.]

I'm glad you're back.

Do you... do you remember... this place?

Vanyel, though we have not spoken in quite awhile, Castiel.

Are you all right?

[It takes a moment to sort through the 'new' memories and find Vanyel, but he remembers him and it' s nice to hear from someone he actually liked.]

Hello Vanyel.

I am fine. Yourself?

[He tilts his head slightly to the side at the question, a little surprised that she's asking, but he would probably ask the same thing if he were her. He doesn't bother to sign in response, just giving her another small nod; it's all he has to say.]

Marriage has not yet done something unpleasant to me, so quite well.

Can you still not speak, or did the Castle take something else this time?

[It is all he has to say, and Meg lets out a shaky breath she didn't know she'd been holding, immediately closing the distance between them, pressing close and hugging him tight. She shuts her eyes tightly to keep in the tears that suddenly threaten to spill over and presses her lips together to keep them from trembling.

Of course. Stupid damn feelings.]

Castiel, I am glad to see your writing again.

[Crowley deliberates not answering at all. This has to be, what, the fourth, fifth time now? At least he remembers this time, that's...something. ]

I don't think the castle ever plans to send me back. So still here.

[So, David was used to weird people turning up in Paradisa. People from all walks of life and realities, but when the name "Castiel" pops up in his journal, he does a little bit of a double-take. When David was bored, he liked to search the internet, to sort of fill out his fairly limited knowledge of the world, and one of his searches involved some of the more obscure Angels, which Castiel was.]

S'wait...you're tellin' me that a honest-ta-God Angel's turned up in Paradisa? And he's a returnin' visitor t'boot?

I guess I shouldn't be surprised, what with everything else we've got 'round here.

My name's David.

[Well, that's interesting.]

Few recognize my name without having met me.

[He's not widely known, after all, at least not for his name as an angel.]

But you are correct, yes. I am an angel, and this is my second time here.

[That he remembers. He knows he's been here several times before, actually.]

And you. How have you fared?

I don't believe I ever asked if you consider that to be a good thing or not.

That is good to hear.

I cannot speak. It is somewhat more difficult to become accustomed to than last time.

[It's slightly unexpected only because he's still meshing his memories and experiences together, but he soon puts his arms around her in return and relaxes just a little; the tension he's been holding for what seems like days fades away, if just for now.

He wants to tell her it's alright, that he's here again and he will do everything he can not to leave her again, but that isn't possible. Instead he just holds her tighter, still careful of his angelic strength, letting her stay there for as long as she wants to.]

Aye, well...not everyone's as bored as me, nor do they have internet access in their head, heh. Did some research on Angels a while back, an' the names sorta stuck in my head.

[David wishes he wasn't widely known. He can only wonder what Castiel might think if he knew the name some people knew him by; Legion.]

I've read about this happenin', but you're the first I've had a chance ta talk to who's come back ta this place. It's gotta be weird, gettin' yanked back in an' actually rememberin' it all, innit?

Well, if you ever want to switch, I am open to Mind Speech - if you wish to give your wrist a break.

Do you need a refresher on anything?

[It feels so good just to be in his arms again that it takes her a moment to realize he's got his grace back. It's evident in the strength of his embrace and the inexplicable pull between their opposite energies, and where Meg had always been careful when he was mortal, she doesn't hold back now.]

Got your wings back, huh Clarence?

[It's mumbled against him where she's attempting to hide her face, since she can't help the few tears that slip out and roll down her cheeks, but she hastily wipes them away when she finally pulls back so they can actually talk. She's blushing furiously about even crying in the first place - it's vulnerable and embarrassing and she hates it. To make matters worse, more happy tears well up and Meg just gives a short, frustrated laugh and shakes her head, wiping those away, too.]

I can't believe you're actually back.

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