Veronica knew she probably looked like a mad woman right now, standing in the line at the store, arms filled with groceries as she stared long and hard at the slushie machine on the counter. She couldn’t take her eyes away from it, freeze your brain, whispered in the back of her head followed by, our love is god. Words that still made her shudder to this day, even in her do over world. She was only broke out of her trance when she heard someone clear their throat behind her and she realised she had been holding up the queue, “Shit, sorry-” She exclaimed, moving forward and dumping her purchases onto the desk, “I sort of just got lost in my head for a second, you know how it is-.. or maybe you don’t. But yeah, sorry.”
“Lost in your head... I am guessing you mean figuratively speaking.” Because it wouldn’t be the first time Castiel had gotten confused by something like that.











