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So the thing is . . . there was supposed to be a party. After the game. Out by the field.

But then, what with one thing and another . . . where both the thing and the other were both Sylvilagus daemoniacus . . . well, that's looking iffy.

Fortunately, Meg knows exactly who to ask, when she needs to go see if a demon bunny invasion is over.

"Um, Castiel? Laura? Can you help me with something?"

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Castiel has been sitting at a table, rolling a baseball between his hands. But he stands at Meg's approach and drops it into his pocket (he has reclaimed his coat in the meantime.)

"Of course," he says.

It's probably telling of something that he agrees without hearing what help is needed with.

X resettles her hat, then shrugs one-shouldered and quick as she slides off her perch on the corner of Castiel's table.

"Okay."

X is apparently an easy sell, too.

Go figure.

"I want to see if the . . ." Meg gestures to the back door to cover demon bunny invasion thing " . . . has ended. And I don't want to go alone.

"In case it hasn't."

"You most certainly should no go by yourself," Castiel says, firmly.

Demons in bunny form are still demons.

He looks at X.

"Perhaps we should take weapons?"

X just looks back at Castiel.

Unblinking.

"That is what I am for."

It is only the truth.

"Right, then," says Meg, who hasn't had any weapons training anyway, "shall we?

"Castiel, can you just whisk us there? And maybe still whisk us back if things are still, er, hopping?"

Castiel gives X a look that says, ...Point.

He nods at Meg's question.

"I will remove us from the situation if there is still danger."

Without further warning, he reaches out, and rests one hand on Meg's forehead, and one on X's.

The next second, they are gone.

X neither staggers nor falls over when they re-emerge on the field.

She does, however, instinctively brace for combat --

In case any rabbits are still lurking.

Or, you know, anyone else.

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The field is pretty much deserted, except for the three of them.

And, honestly, not in bad shape, all things considered.

There are a few divets in the grass, and second base seems to have disappeared, but . . .

"It doesn't look bad."

Castiel turns slowly, looking from all angles.

"No. The damage could have been worse."

Bunnies can be vicious. Ask the Crossroads Demon.

"At any rate, it is nothing that cannot be repaired."

X does a spot check in the stands, but no bunnies have taken refuge there, either.

If she were the kind of person to give a thumbs-up, she would at this point. As it is she just heads back to Meg and Castiel.

"I do not think they will be back."

"So . . . we can have our party."

And Meg can have a beer.

Possibly two.

"You are certain?" Castiel asks X.

"They smell," X says.

Which is to say 'yes'.

"The party will be okay. We can have candles."

They work for mosquitoes, right?

"I think we're good," Meg says.

"Thank you.

"For everything."

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