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"Sam Mason," says a voice, and Castiel only hunches in on himself more.
The black parka settles down next to him on the roofs edge, knees drawn to her chest, mirroring him in form. "That's my name if you haven't already heard it from someone," she says. And, the next moment clearly asks for his own.
Castiel can feel her eyes on him, but he keeps his trained on the white ground below. It won't kill him. Rather, the fall and abrupt stop won't kill him even if he tries. "Castiel," he replies, closing his eyes. He'll call her Mason. Her first name too painful, so painful.
"Interesting name. No last name, though?"
It doesn't feel right to even think about taking Jimmy's name. "No."
"Huh."
A stiff, cold breeze washes over them, and Castiel shivers even under the thick coat he'd been given.