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Morgan's Hardware - Monday, 07/20

Morgan was back from his case to open the store Monday, not that he looked like he should be doing anything but sitting in bed and recuperating.

Suffice to say, Montana (and a particular rocky incline there) had not been kind to him this time around.

So despite bruises and bumps, a few still-healing cuts and a very uncomfortable scratch from a shelf of rock along his arm, the handyman was in. The store needed to be open and Morgan needed to be there to accept the shipment of purpleheart wood he'd ordered, which wasn't to say he'd hadn't downed what felt like half a bottle of Tylenol this morning. Hopefully, the day would be kind to him.

Morgan's Hardware and Repair
Home improvement supplies - Plumbing - Electrical Work
Painting - Custom Carpentry - Installation
Now Hiring! -- 10% off all purpleheart wood today!
The store was open. [and the ocd was up!]

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If you like. He's not going to fight you on it.

Either yell at him, wince, or ask him to fix your window or something. All up to you!

And there was Castiel, standing in the doorway. He'd come to inquire about getting the window on the church fixed, but was a bit distracted from that goal when he got a look at Morgan.

"You are injured."

"I... got my ass kicked by a mountain," he had to admit as he gave the angel a smile. Injured or not, he was still Derek Morgan.

"I'm assuming you've had a better weekend than I have?"

Castiel apparently decided not to ask how one got their ass kicked by an inanimate formation of the ground. "I don't suspect that would be hard to do. So, yes, likely."

Generally by falling down it for a few dozen feet.

"Hey, we caught a killer. I've had worse."

Castiel tilted his head. "A killer mountain?"

Huh?

"Uh, no," he said with a quick chuckle, "the killer was on the mountain. Bastard pushed me off a rock ledge. Thankfully, there wasn't too far to fall."

Not that it hadn't hurt like a bitch.

"Hotch took him down a second later."

Ah, that made a bit more sense. "And judging from your presence here, I may assume your injuries aren't serious?"

"I'm alive, aren't I? And nothing actually got broken, so I'm good. Just a little achey."

He gave Castiel a sideways look.

"Don't suppose you could help me out with that? If it's not cool, don't worry about it. I've got Tylenol."

"I was unable to heal the man destined to defeat Lucifer when he was hospitalized and on a ventilator. I . . . doubt I would be able to heal you." That was about as close to an apology as Castiel got. "I had come to request some service, but I think I'll ask only for advice to complete the task myself."

He shook his head.

"Naw, man, what do you need done? I'm good for it. Like I said, I got Tylenol."

"The human body is fragile, Derek Morgan, it would be best not to do anything to aggravate the damage before it might heal. It's only a broken window. I'm certain I could manage myself."

"Broken window? What, you have some trouble with kids or something?"

Throwing rocks, being a nuisance. He thought the best of people usually, but there were troublemakers everywhere.

"Ultra high frequency sound waves, above the range of human hearing. I assume it resonated with the pane of glass, causing it to shatter." Castiel looked off to the side. "It . . . happens on occasion."

For instance, when an otherwise perfectly ordinary and sweet looking teenage girl informs him that her father, the Prince of Darkness, may stop by for a little visit.

"...do I want to know?"

Cause if he didn't, well, Morgan had enough stuff that he knew that most people would be happier not knowing, but sometimes, you just have to ask.

"I suspect not." Castiel shifted a few paces to look at some of the hardware. "It is, however, something I should likely learn to do, if I'm to assume guardianship of a building. Does one actually blow the glass within the window frame?"

Oh man.

He had a lot to teach.

"Nah, man, I've got some replacement windows here that you just put in. You buy the glass like it is and install it. Unless... you didn't break one of the big stained glass ones, right?"

"No, we were standing well away from the decorative windows at the time." Castiel considered the concept of replacement glass. "How does one ensure a proper fit?"

"It's not really too hard. You just make sure that you measure it right and you buy the right size here. Like I said, man, I can do (http://www.doityourself.com/stry/h2replaceawindow) it."

He held up a measuring tape.

"It's not that hard."

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"You have been attacked," Castiel said, "by a mountain. While in pursuit of a murderer. You should reward yourself and take it easy. I'm certain I can do it."

He rubbed at his temples and couldn't help smiling a little even as he sighed.

"This is what I do to relax," he explained.

He'd seen three dead little kids in three days. He wasn't up for working on the house, but he needed to do something satisfying, something with his hands, something that would fix things the way he could never fix grieving parents or broken lives.

"Lemme at least come with you to help you out."

Castiel dipped his head in a single nod. "Very well. That will give you time, if you wish, to tell me about the killer you and your team have apprehended."

"You really don't want to know about that," he said as he slipped the tape measure onto his tool belt and walked out from behind the counter.

"Really not a nice guy."

Obviously.

"You should not think you would shock me. I have seen a great many terrible things. And as I believe you have said, it can help to talk."

That actually got a laugh out of him as he put up the 'closed for lunch' sign and held the door for the angel.

"Now that's just dirty, using my words against me," though it was obvious enough he didn't really mind.

"And I didn't figure I'd be shocking you. It's just... a whole lot of fucked up shit, if you know what I mean."

"The Apocalypse I came to Earth to stop requires the breaking of sixty-six seals, Derek. These are not mere wax. In the process of stopping it, I've encountered a great deal of . . . 'fucked up shit'."

[ooc: shall I pop up an OLoF post?]

[ooc: sounds good to me!]

...well, damn.

"Fair enough."

Then he gestured for Castiel to lead the way as he closed the door to the shop behind him.

[ooc: la!]

Considering all the cases in Virginia, it's kind of funny to watch Criminal Minds with a Virginian. She keeps getting annoyed that they're not in Maryland.

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