Kira’s boots clicked on the porch as she climbed the steps to D.M.’s house. She didn’t hesitate at the door, instead letting herself in and making her way into his kitchen. The night outside was cold and threatened snow, but inside, the house was warm, and she slowly felt the warmth warm her skin as she began making a pot of tea. D.M. appeared in the doorway at some point, simply standing and watching, seeming lost in his own house.
“Clearly.” D.M. finally seemed to mobilize, brushing past Kira to pull mugs from his cupboards. The fact that he wasn’t yelling and kicking her out boded well, so Kira continued to make the tea, grabbing milk from the fridge and the sugar from the counter, moving both to the kitchen table while D.M. moved the pot off the stove and put that beside the mugs before taking a seat. Once Kira sat, D.M. spoke.
“Dean wants your help.” Kira poured herself a cup of tea, adding milk and sugar without looking up at him.
D.M. rolled his eyes. “Dean can come and ask me his damn--”
“Dean’s King of Hell and wants you to be the Court Witch on his Council, sitting beside Castiel and myself.” Cool blue eyes dragged themselves up to catch the flicker of surprise over D.M.’s face.
Silence fell between them. D.M. still hadn’t made his tea while Kira held hers in both her hands, occasionally sipping. Curiosity eventually wandered in, the black cat spirit rubbing up against D.M.’s ankles, the witch absently playing with his tail.
“He wants me to work for him?”
“With him,” Kira corrected. “Work with him. He’s going to take down the six other Princes of Hell and rule himself. Dean wants to close all but one of the Gates of Hell and limit the number of demons allowed on the surface.”
“No one ever claimed he was sane.”
“But you think he can do this?”
“If anyone can, it’s Dean Winchester.” Kira answered honestly, and D.M. was surprised by the amount of faith in her voice. He had to look away, gaze dropping to the table before wandering to the window over the kitchen sink.
“I’m sorry.” He blurted out, closing his eyes to avoid looking at Kira.
Her brows arched slightly, putting down her tea. “So you’re saying no?”
“No, I--about before. I’m sorry I left you. And I’m sorry you died. It wasn’t--this wasn’t supposed to happen.”
It was Kira’s turn to stare at the kitchen table, her lips pursed. Her voice was quiet when she finally spoke. “I remember, you know. I remember when we first met--really met.”
She could see D.M.’s head jerk towards her, his bright amber eyes intense all of a sudden. “You mean--”
“I remember my first life, yes.” Kira sighed, closing her eyes against the intensity of his gaze, turning her head to look back down at her hands. “The perks of being a demon witch, I guess. But I understand now, why you did what you did. You couldn’t bear to watch me die again. But you also couldn’t bear to take me with you because I wasn’t quite the same. You were hoping maybe next time I’d be closer to my first life.”
“No, I--” D.M.’s words stumbled to a halt as Kira waved her hand lazily, as if batting his words away.
“It’s alright, D.M. I get it. I really do. I’m not mad.” A pause. “Well, I guess not anymore at least.”
“When did you get your memories back?”
“A month ago? Two? It came back through dreams, but I know a memory when I feel it. It was too real to be anything else.”
D.M. licked his lips. “And you remember it all...?”
“Most of it,” Kira nodded. “I know I was a viking. I know you met me sometime after your grandfather died while you were wandering. You stayed for a long time with me. But you grew restless and had to leave eventually.”
Kira gave him a small smile, warm, if a little sad. “Don’t lie, Merlin. You and I both know you’ve always been a wandering soul.”
When they both fell silent, Kira reached over and took his hand. Giving it a little squeeze, D.M. finally looked up at her, amber eyes meeting blue. “I truly believe in what Dean is doing, Merlin. I believe in him as you believed in your grandfather. I believe in him as you believe in Arthur.”
D.M.’s head tilted back, but he didn’t pull his hand away from Kira’s, closing his eyes with a small sigh. He stayed like that for a long moment before tipping his head back down and nodding slowly. “Alright. I’ll join his court or council or whatever the fuck it is. But I’m not moving to Hell.”
Kira gave him a broad, bright smile and pulled a cell phone out of her pocket. “You don’t have to. Just so long as you come whenever Dean calls.”
D.M. snorted, picking up the phone--an old Razr flip phone--lazily arching a brow at Kira. “What, no magical summons? No demons sprinting through my house at odd hours of the night?”
“I did enchant the phone so it won’t ever lose signal?”
“Now that’s just cruel,” D.M. said, but he couldn’t hide his smile as he slid it into his pocket. “Finish the tea with me?”
Kira smiled and poured herself another cup, then poured one for D.M., placing her hand back atop his once she was done.
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