[ Midge inhales sharply at that--it's very much reading someone's mine, in her opinion, and to curb this she suddenly finds herself very busy with something-or-other on the stovetop for the umpteenth time. Not before smoothing her hands out on her apron, though.
She shouldn't be shaken up about it. She shouldn't. Castiel is an angel of the lord, then--so that's... That's real. Okay.
She inhales sharply, blinks rapidly for a few moments, and when she looks at Castiel, it's with an expression that's hard to read. ]
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She shouldn't be shaken up about it. She shouldn't. Castiel is an angel of the lord, then--so that's... That's real. Okay.
She inhales sharply, blinks rapidly for a few moments, and when she looks at Castiel, it's with an expression that's hard to read. ]
I don't think I belong here.