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Thunder could be heard booming from the dark night sky from outside the clergy, rain pouring on the room and dripping down the large windows. Its ominous hallways seemed to be never ending within the darkness as Yun-Mirae’s shoes tapped against the tile floor with every step. Her fingers fidgeted absentmindedly with the cuffs of her cheap dress shirt sleeves as her brown eyes lingered along the walls, searching for the familiar door of her assigned room.
She remembered the room number, but with most of the doors and hallways looking the same she still found it occasionally difficult to tell the difference between one and the next.
Her eyes paused on the familiar number corresponding with her room, her body having to make an awkward jerk as she nearly passed the door up, turning and rummaging in her pants-pocket for the key she was given. Once found Yun-Mirae stuck the key in the lock and turned, hearing the familiar click as she turned the cool metal doorknob.
She had been undercover at the clergy for some months now, the days passing slowly and with uncertainty that she couldn't exactly say she was comfortable with (well, she could, but she would be lying). Of course, she wasn't unfamiliar with the act of lying, especially not with how she got here in the first place, pretending to work for the clergy members, pretending to help with their sacrifices in hopes of eventually putting a stop to this whole ordeal. She was a hunter, she wasn't new to lying.
She was, however, new to all the shit the clergy was doing, and everything she learned about it was further reason for her to get the hell out of there as soon as her job was done. All she had to wait for was other hunters to eventually show up, whenever that would be. She didn't know how long she could hold up for Sam and Dean, she hated it there and she wanted to leave. Those Winchester guys really took their time. Them and that angel that follows them around. Yun-Mirae honestly couldn't remember his name.
Though, she supposed that there was one thing about the clergy that she didn't hate (or a person, more like).
“Shit!” Yun-Mirae’s hand flew to the handle of her knife that she kept hidden under her shirt, tucked behind her belt, just as she stepped through the threshold of the doorway.
“I'm sorry!” Dahlia jumped from her place sitting on Yun-Mirae's bed, her hands shooting upward subconsciously as if to show that she wasn't a threat, despite the fact that she was a reaper, so proving that she didn't have a weapon was pointless since she didn't need one.
Yun-Mirae sighed, her shoulders still tense as she quickly closed the door behind her, leaning her back against the hardwood of the surface as she took in the reaper in front of her. Her eyes raked over her form, taking in every detail she could with her exhaustion-riddled mind, anything from the few small braids scattered throughout her wavy brunette hair to her wide-eyed, concerned stare. Dahlia was another thing that was new to her, them and their reaper tendency to just be places.
She must have been anxious, she tended to braid her hair as an anxious habit.
Yun-Mirae didn't provide a verbal answer, she only closed her eyes and took a breath, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger as she shuffled her feet across the floor — kicking her shoes off as she went before collapsing back against the bed. Her body caused a dip in the mattress beside Dahlia as she folded her arms over her eyes, legs still dangling off the side of the bed.
Dahlia observed her with keen interest, leaning down to run her fingers along the tips of Yun-Mirae’s short hair.
“I didn't mean to surprise you. I should have waited until you were present to come rather than sitting here without your permission.” She spoke softly, voice melodic as usual.
Yun-Mirae moved her arms just enough to look at Dahlia through one eye. “It's alright.” She breathed, finally allowing her shoulders to lose their tension under Dahlia’s gaze and gentle company. “It's no big deal. I don't mind you being here, I just wasn't expecting it.”
Dahlia hummed lightly, her movements pausing while she readjusted herself, opting to lay down beside Yun-Mirae instead, letting her own maxi-skirt covered legs dangle off the edge of the bed, her knee brushing against the woman’s beside her. They looked at the ceiling for a few moments, lost in thought as they rested her hands on her stomach. All was silent for a minute or so, the only sound being the rain taping along the window as the storm raged outside.
“Are you okay?” Yun-Mirae asked, knocking her knee against Dahlia's and turning her head to gaze at them. She received a hesitant nod in return.
“Why wouldn't I be?”
Yun-Mirae looked her up and down, raising a dark eyebrow questionably.
“You are leashed to a demon and forced to kill people, for starters.”
Now it was Dahlia's turn to sigh as she turned over to her side, folding her legs up on the bed as she fully faced Mirae, resting her head on her arm. “Everything will be fine. I won't be in this situation forever, and we'll get out of here once those — Winchesters, right? — once they get here.” A smile rose on her lips as her hand reached to caress Mirae’s cheek comfortingly.
Yun-Mirae didn't know what to think. She wanted to believe Dahlia, to believe in her endless hope and delusion, but she knew the truth. She knew that Dahlia’s time was limited. Whether the clergy loses use for them before then, or if Death comes knocking on their door. Dahlia would surely die one way or another and their soul would be reaped just like all the other souls she led to the afterlife. Dahlia would be nothing more than a lost soul, it was only a matter of time.
Yet Dahlia had so much faith harbored in her eyes, despite all the pain and blood and control that she had stripped from her, she still believed, so wholeheartedly, that everything would be okay — that despite how much fear and pain that they felt, everything would be okay. Yun-Mirae just had to share some of that belief, some of that hope.
“You're too positive.” Mirae chuckled, tilting her head to lean into Dahlia's touch.
“Well you're too pessimistic.” They retorted in response, moving closer to Mirae’s side as she rested her hand on top of Dahlia’s.
“Mhm, maybe.” Yet Dahlia could tell Mirae was not convinced, hearing the sarcasm laced in her tone, but all quickly forgotten.
The two had everything in the world to be scared of. Yet they allowed themselves to lay together for a few minutes, basking in each other’s company and enjoying the silence, enjoying the rare moments of calm.