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Things were finally, blessedly, amazingly calm. Nobody was dying, nobody was God, nobody was universe hopping or saving the world. Just a few weeks in a row where things were peaceful. Rose switched to R&D for a while, worked from behind the scenes rather than in the field while Mickey took her place. She worked nine to five, spent evenings and weekends with Cas, took trips when they had the time. In short, it was normal. 

Which, obviously, meant something had to go wrong. 

It was late, they'd spent the evening flopped on Rose's overstuffed couch watching zombie movies, much to Castiel's confusion and amusement, and Rose was nearly ready to turn in.

Nearly.

Because some late night alone time was never a bad idea. She shifted up, caught his lips in a kiss, sprawled across his chest like some sort of chip-obsessed cat. Curled her fingers in his shirt, tilted her head in a bit further--

And then there was light. Bright and sudden, intense, and then gone.

Cas froze beneath her.

Well, someone did, anyway.