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Ekaterina Vespucci	It's late and the Contessa Ekaterina Vespucci is on a coffee run having just finished teaching her night class in Art History. Kat being small is often jostled out of the way of her more obnoxious Manhattenite contemporaries and tonight is no exception. A 'Todd' pushes her out of the way. Her reaction - she sighs and is deflated. She can't wait for that coffee and she knows her complaints would fall on deaf ears. The 'Todd' ahead of her takes a swig of a bottle full of mysterious green liquid that all Todds carry with them. Kat assumes it has Kale in it but she wouldn't put it past the man to have something a little stronger in there like some 'Mary Jane' or THC in it. But Tetrahydrocannabinol can't help everyone become better more mellow people. Case on point the fool ahaead of her who likes shoving little women around. She looks around with her large cornflower blue eyes for something interesting as she waits.
Sam Winchester	Sam ducks his way through the door and holds the door open for Casitiel. The tall shaggy haired hunter, gives the place a quick, once over, before he makes his way over to the line. Like salt, coffee was a necessity for any hunter, and tonight he'd need it more than ever. Research night, but first, and not at all because he was stalling for time, he dragged Cas out for some coffee. "Trust me I was here the other day it's good," he explains to the angel. "There's more to life than boilermakers."
Castiel	Castiel follows along.. well, it's not quite behind Sam, but it's certainly not really *beside* him either. It's sort of Sam adjacent that the angel shambles along in his ill-fitting trench coat. "I do not see why we can not have the boilermakers." He knows he likes them. This adventurous spirit of Sam's was not entirely to Castiel's liking, but with his brother gallavanting off who knows where, someone had to look after the younger Winchester (and likely Dean set Sam to watching Castiel in return), so here Cas was, trying this 'coffee'.
Ekaterina Vespucci	Kat catches sight of Castiel as she is scanning the room. She offers him a smile and a wave. "Hey there Angel. Who is your friend?" When she finally gets her long black the green liquid wielding Todd returns rudely pushing past Kat making her spill her drink on her sweater. Kat abhors violence but she is a mere hair breadth away from it here. "JESUS!" she exclaims attracting the attention of the whole shop. The Todd makes his escape but Kat shoots him a parting gift in the form of a glib remark, "Why don't you piss off and go snort some glutern free cocaine through a bio-degradable straw!" She pats herself down with a napkin and swears in her native Italian tongue, "Madre stronza." She gets a laugh at least out of some of the other patrons but it is small compensation.
Sam Winchester	Sam can't help but smirk when a woman comes up to Cas and seems to know him. There's a chuckle in his voice when he says, "So, that's what you've been doing when you're out. Totally Dean's influence, right?" Then the Todd is spilling Kat's drink on her. Sam grabs the guy's shoulder, hard, and turns him around. "Hey man, were you raised in a barn? Say sorry."
Castiel	The angel casts a grumbly look of disgust Sam's way. "If you're trying to say I have been.." He stops, because frankly, Castial isn't actually sure what it is Sam is implying. "She's a girl. I do not see what this has to do with anything." It's not precisely that cas is unaware of what males and females do with one another, it's more that he's never had to consider it with regards to his personal self. The disconnect is real. Ekaterina is given that same baleful glare. "You should not be so free with naming things, Countess. There are those things, still, that would take advantage of that." Neglecting to follow that 'Angel' is also a term of familiarity and endearment to these humans. Though one suspects she meant it fully as angel of the Lord. When Sam grabs 'Todd's' shoulder, the former member of The Choir mutters under his breath, "Don't expect me to pick up the pieces." Todd isn't a demon or anything else that goes bump in the night. As far as Castiel is concerned, if Sam throws the first punch, it's Sam's party. He'd munch popcorn if he understood the cultural reference.
Ekaterina Vespucci	The Todd is more an a'hole than an outright bully and looks over his shoulder offering Kat a disengenuous "Sor-ry," before pulling away and finally leaving the store. Some people are just irredeemable. "My knight in shinigh armor," Kat says to Sam smiling warmly at him, "Sono La Contessa Ekaterina Vespucci. But people call me Kat," she says with a small curtsey. The Angel glare does not go unnoticed and is met with the sweetest apology, "Sorry I am carless often. How about I make it up to you both and buy you some coffee? And anything esle that you want here?" Some people in the store are apparently capable of rendering a genuine apology.
Sam Winchester	"Uh-huh," Sam says over Castiel's objections. "I mean hey, I get it it's been awhile, I get it," he says still yanking the angel's chain. Then there's the Todd. Sam lets the guy go when he says sorry watching hm until he's out the door. "Sorry about that," he says as he turns back into the Italian coming at him. "Uh, hi, I'm Sam, nice to meet you. Did you say you were a Contessa?" he asks. "And sure, coffee would be great, so," he smiles. "How do you know Cas?"
Castiel	"I do not get it," Castiel say, unaware of the irony of his choice of words. "What has been awhile?" He probably still wouldn't get it if Sam's words came with a nudge-nudge, wink-wink, say no more. He's still grumbling as he watches Todd leave, othen turns to the little Countess. "I do not think the vessel likes the coffee." Which was only partially true. There were memories that lingered of the vessel gratefully sipping cups of the steaming liquid inthe too early morning hours, or to calm a throbbing post-revel headache, but Castiel couldn't equate the discomfort that led to the need for the beverage as an actual enjoyment. It was conflicting and confusing to the angel. "The Countess was at a bar. We shared a drink." Which probably does nothing to help Castiel's assertions that he and Ekaterina didn't have a thing going on.
Ekaterina Vespucci	"We did. Nothing happened. John Constantine was there as was my prickly older sister. John thought I was under age." Kat looks up at the menu. "They have the best donuts here. And tea if the vessel doesn't like coffee - but the coffee here is so good." Kat passes a menu and waits for them to make their decision. "I was a Countess by birth. Then I was an Empress by marriage. And a Countess again by my second marriage into the Vespucci clan a few centuries back." Kat clarifies not explaining what exactly she is having apparently been around that long. "Still didn't catch your name?" she asks Sam.
Sam Winchester	Sam looks mildly disapointed when it's clear nothing had happened between the two. With no Dean around the apartment he only had Cas to tease, and there was only so much ammo to work with there. "Wait, John Constantine? The guy on the net?" the wizard had a bit of a rep as a con-man and crook. Though that's hardly the only name dropped. "Like the explorer?" he asks. before he realizes he's being a bit geeky here. "Uh, wow, but anyhow, yeah, coffee would be good, and donuts. Oh and I said earlier, but I'm Sam, Sam Winchester."
Castiel	The angel grunts at Ekaterina, "You look to be twelve." Even if he knows she's much, much older than that.
Ekaterina Vespucci	"John yeah english warlock exorcist. Very forward about it." "Amerigo Vespucci yeah that piccola merda was my stepson. I had more money than the family when I married into it and he still thought I was a gold digging whore. Bloody mixed families. Last time I get married. I even partially funded his famous expedition you know bvut it did not improve his opinion of me." Kat shakes her head. She snags a plate of donuts a cofee and some tea for Castiel before directing them to a table if they wish. "No I don't!" Kat protests. "I mean biologically I'm about 19 or 20. How the hell am I going to able to prove that to you - lift up my shirt? Jeez." For once Kat is actually a little offended.
Sam Winchester	There is a smile from the Hunter. "Guess familes haven't changed much in the last few hundred years, sounds like they could have filmed a Keeping Up with the Vespucci series back in the day." He looks to Castiel. "Shut up, Dean was watching it." "Hey," Sam says when the age thing comes up. "Not like she's the only one that doesn't look their age." He was trying hard to be a peacemaker. "Anyhow, anything else fun happen at that bar?" he asks the two taking a bite of a donut.
Castiel	There is a pained look from the angel. "Dean was watching it." His tones do not change from their usual grumble, but there is a wealth of disbelief behind his words. "Keeping up with the Vespucci." Beause Dean was the scholar of the family. Not. When Sam protests about age on behalf of Ekaterina, Castiel grunts a half-laugh of sound. "Says the boy who looks like he's barely old enough to shave." Nooot that it looks like Castiel and a razor have had very many conversations with one another. But it does seem he's caught on to some rites of passage. Ekaterina gets a shrug of shoulders that draws his trench coat tight across his back, pulling the wrinkles flat before the shrug releases and everything relaxes back into a rumple, "I do not see what lifting your shirt will do to change how old you look."
Ekaterina Vespucci	"Selene Gallio showed up at the bar and freaked everyone who can read auras out," Kat says. "That has to count." "Keeping up with the Kardashians? I prefer Game of Thrones - it reminds me of my earlier life. Not sure I like the ending though or the spinoff." Kat munches a donut. "Generally breast growth comes with sexual maturity in adult females." She explains to Castiel. "You can't see much of mine here because I am wearing winter clothing. But at the Bar I was showing quite a bit of decolletage. I mean I'm small granted but proportionately I've got it where it counts in that department. Don't believe me. I got really drunk back in the 1400s and let Sandro Botticelli paint a nude of me. Google it." And one might add keep it away from Dean. But Kat hasn't met him yet.
Sam Winchester	Sam looks at Castiel for a moment judging if it was worth explaining things he decides not to, "Yeah, weird right?" he says quietly. As for show preference. "More into science shows myself, nature stuff like Planet Earth, oh, and the odd sitcom. You know, stuff to kick back with." "Hey, seriously, cut it out," Sam says to the two immortals. "Lets not get into dick or other bits waving contest here, we're all friends, or well, recent acquaintances."
Castiel	Castiel's usual scowl deteriorates into an even greater one (if such can be believed). "I do not care to see your or anyone's mammory glands," he rumbles. "I do not understand. Is this one of those pick me up lines?" He looks to Sam who is the closest to resident lothario the angel has as his disposal. "Is this how coffee is usually done?"
Ekaterina Vespucci	"I like science shows too. Cause for speculation on alot of the gaps in my knowledge about a great many things. Like for example why the hell is every darn angel I meet a hipster," a puzzling backhanded snipe at Castiel. "It's their one commonality. I mean Lucifer is the absolute king of the hipsters." To Sam, "Alright I'll give it up now." To Castiel on the topic of her 'glands'. "Your loss Castiel. You've gottas learn to live a little."
Sam Winchester	"Wow, I didn't know his face could do that," Sam says of Cas' scowl. "Yeah, we might want to change topics." "Like the guys with manbuns and the frou-frou beer?" Sam says, with a smirk at the idea of Cas or any of the fallen angels he met rocking that look. "Nah, don't see it. I'll grant they're a bunch of grumpy bastards though." Cas' question has Sam remember he has a cup in his hand. He takes a testing sip. "Yeah, Cas, this is pretty much it."
Castiel	Castiel does not look impressed by this ritual of coffee. Though Sam's sip does make him realize he has been given a cup of his own. "I do not like the coffee," he complains, even before taking a sip. "And what is this hipster?" The word said with the same sort of displeasure one might use to ask 'who threw up in the sink'.
Ekaterina Vespucci	"He could just not be doing hipster stuff ironically Sam," Kat contends. "Hipster is a term of endearment that is used for upstanding people of high quality. Now that I have labelled you as such you can go around and prouidly tell the world. I am Castiel Hipster of the Lord." Kat can't resist the attempt to trick the poor angel. She was Lady Artifice after all. "Ever been to one of those Cat cafes where they pile the place up with comfort animals?" She asks the Angel and the Hunter. "By the way what's the story with you two I mean what is a young man doing hanging around with this 'guy'?" she asks Sam. "Must be some pretty earthshaking business?"
Sam Winchester	"Noted, Cas," Sam says to the angel. He opens his mouth to explain the word Hipster but Kat beats him to it. Well sort of. He gives Cas a little shake of his head as if to warn him off. He's a total spoilsport. "That's at least how they see themselves anyhow," he says. Sam shakes his head, "Never been why do you ask?" that's about the cat cafe as to what brings them together. "He saved my life once," he says giving the barest bones of that story. "But if you mean why are we out tonight, just needed some coffee."
Castiel	"I do not think that word means what you say it means," Castiel offers, hunching one shoulder forward and leaning into the mis-quite - just enough that it's clear it is a deliberate misquote, though he's awkward enough that those who are unfamiliar with him would likely miss it. Sam may not. "I have no patience for this. Millenia in the Choir only to have a smart mouthed little girl and a pretty boy Hunter barely old enough to wipe his own hindquarters stand around and discuss me like a movie trailer." He snorts his displeasure and sets his coffee cup down. "I am finding the boilermakers until this is nothing but a bad memory." And with that, Castiel *pops* out and is gone.
Ekaterina Vespucci	"Oh okay - I guess Angels do that," she looks around. "This is the place to look for coffee. You should come visit me in my studio some day. You have an interesting face - I'd love to paint you. Not put paint on you of course but transcribe you likenes on a easel." "Oh dear I've ticked him off have I? I tend to do that. But calling me a little girl. Well technically that's what I am I suppose..." Kat says batting her over large anime sized peepers. Just what is she anyway?
Sam Winchester	"They do," Sam says making sure nobody really just noticed Cas' vanishing act. One did, but he looked like he'd hit all the bars in Midtown before getting coffee so Sam wasn't worried. "Huh, what was that about painting? Uh, sure. I guess." He wasn't quite sure why anyone would want to paint /him/. "And yeah, just a bit," Sam says about Cas. "And well it sounds like you're a lot more than that," he says. "Empress, Contessa, all of that," he puts his phone on the table and unlocks it. "How about you give me your number and we can talk about that painting."
Ekaterina Vespucci	Kat hands over her card. Apparently she owns a club as well. Kat's quite wealthy though her bargain basement clothing would indicate to the contrary. "I'm just a girl Sam. As much cursed as I am blessed. Many of the others of my kind think themselves Gods but I know I am not one." She says smiling sweetly.
Sam Winchester	Sam takes the card, "That works too," he says putting it and his phone back into his pocket. "And I beleive you, but, I should go check on Cas," he says as he finishes his coffee. "But we'll talk later, okay?"