It's been a long hunt. Nobody had really gotten much sleep the past few days, trying to track down a group of Demons who were killing the humans around them. Dean had caught a little more sleep than Sam, for once, and by the time the hunt was over, Dean had taken one look at his little brother and shoved him in the backseat of the Impala, telling Castiel to take shotgun.
Sam would have grumbled more, maybe, but that left Gadreel in the back seat with him as well and it really was a sign of how Dean was getting more okay with the droid being around.
He tried to stay awake, wanting to prove to Dean that he really wasn't that tired. But the sound of tires on road had always been a calming sound and Sam find himself shifting around, settling his head against Gadreel's shoulder.
She tires easily, now. The weight of her pregnancy worsens with every month and daily tasks get harder to complete. Her center of gravity seems to change every day, and it's hard to stay in balance with the rest of her body. Nevertheless, Angharad draws herself up tall when she stands and rolls her shoulders back, makes her spine one, long line in defiance of her body's aches and pains.
Capable is always quick to make her sit if she stands for too long. She fusses a little, but Angharad doesn't mind. The affection is welcome, and blocks out the thought of the thing growing inside of her. She doesn't know how she feels about it just yet. She wonders if it feels trapped in the same way that she does.
Whenever Furiosa visits Angharad is quick to ask for stories, for anything that will take her mind away from the Citadel. Furiosa isn't the greatest conversationalist, but Angharad likes her steady, low voice, the way she radiates both power and calm. She is sitting next to her now, feet in the pool at the Vault's center, her head tipped onto Furiosa's shoulder. She hadn't meant to lay it there. A sudden weariness demanded it happen, just as it demands that her eyes close now. She sighs, and stills as sleep steals over her.
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