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Meet the players of Grace’s Last Reward (AO3)

          ↳ Day 3 ✩ Hannah // Santa

 


They made their way slowly back across the room, to find Santa seated at the base of the stairs. In one hand she held what Balthazar guessed was a photo, and was staring at it with an odd expression.

“Where did you find that?” Balthazar asked, with a slight frown.

“It’s mine,” she answered without looking up. “It was in my pocket.”

“Maybe you need it for the game,” Cass offered. Santa scoffed.

“I doubt it,” she seemed to sigh. “…it’s my brother.”

 

“If we give them enough information, they could go after our families, use them to force us to behave.”


Balthazar thought back to Seven’s warning. Leaving a photo of Santa’s family on her person hardly seemed worth scoffing over.

“You have a brother, Santa?” Cass smiled at her. Santa didn’t answer right away, her face tightening for just a second.

“…yeah,” she said slowly. “My baby brother. He was the cutest kid in the world.”

She paused again, biting her lip.

“I was his Santa Claus,” she said after a moment.

Cass tilted his head curiously, but didn’t need to ask. “Our parents died when we were both really little, and everyone we stayed with thought he was…kind of weird. He just wasn’t interested in the same stuff as other kids, you know?

“So every year, I had him write a secret letter to Santa with one thing he really wanted in it. I gave him some…bullshit address that always came back in a couple days, and I’d grab it out of the mailbox before anyone else saw it. Then I’d take some money I saved doing chores and get him whatever he asked for.”

 

“Look! Look, I got it! Santa got my letter, he really did!”

 

“One year though…” Santa’s voice slowed, and she cleared her throat, almost inaudibly, “…he didn’t ask for a book, or a toy, or anything like that…”


Dear Santa,

I have a wish. I’m really, really happy now, and I want things to stay like this forever.

Please make my wish come true.

 

“…but I couldn’t do it,” she said.

A sinking feeling pulled at Balthazar’s stomach. He glanced at Cass, staring at Santa. At the top of the stairs, Ace leaned against the railing, his head tilted towards them.

“He died.”

Santa broke the silence. “He was murdered. Nine years ago.”

She took a long, deep breath and sighed…then scoffed harshly.

“Some Santa I turned out to be.”

Ace politely turned away. Balthazar looked to Cass again, holding his sleeves but still staring.

“Santa…” he said softly. “Can I ask you something?”

She gazed at the picture a moment longer, then tilted her head up to him. Cass nodded.

“When your brother made that wish,” he asked, “were you happy too?”

Santa blinked, seeming surprised. “Yeah… of course I was.”

Cass nodded again. His voice was quiet, but insistent. “Your brother made that wish for both of you. I’m sure he still wants you to be happy. I hope-… I hope…someday you can forgive yourself.”

He took a half-step back, his eyes falling to the floor. “…that’s what your brother would say.”



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The monitor had powered up, the screen glowing white for several seconds before fading into…

“…I’m not sure what this is,” muttered Balthazar, with Ace looking over his shoulder.

The screen showed a grid, with a number of brown and grey tiles standing out. To the middle left was a single, yellow tile with a red dot at its center, and the entire right column was made up of similar, paler yellow tiles. In the top right corner was an icon shaped like a coffin, and in the top left sat the words “Moves 50/50”.

“It’s the control panel for…that,” Santa, with an odd smile on her face, pointed to the ground floor past the fence.


Suddenly, the grid on the monitor made perfect sense. He hadn’t been able to tell from eye level, but the wooden crates and metal boxes behind the fence were arranged exactly as the tiles on the screen. Only an odd, yellow device with a red bulb on its head stood out.

“And what is…that?

Santa and Castiel began to laugh, looking down at a stiff piece of paper Santa held in her hands. She cleared her throat authoritatively, laughed again, and straightened up to speak.

“It’s the Pushmaster 5000.”

“No.”

Santa broke down, weakly pushing the card into Balthazar’s hands as Cass clutched her arm, trying to stifle his laughter with his sleeve.



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one day, after balthazar has been making dinner for cass & hannah for a while, they start joking about having a pizza party and balthazar’s like, “sounds like fun! i’ll get started~”

and they’re like “no, no, a pizza party is a time for greasy takeout, your food is just too good”

so balthazar humphs and pouts a little but then he’s like, “no wait, life is all about trying new things. i’m going to do this, i’m going to make you the BEST terrible, greasy pizza you’ve ever had!”

first, he interviews them both about what exactly makes the best terrible, greasy pizza

hannah’s like, “when it all runs down your chin with every bite, and also stuffed crusts”

cass’ like, “i remember this pizza place when i was little where the sauce was always gray instead of red, and i never figured it out but it was delicious”

balthazar just nods and takes it all down carefully in his fancy notebook

then they’re off to the supermarket to buy ingredients, touring the freezer section so balthazar can make a “character study” of the frozen pizzas and ask deep, searching questions like, “what would you say is the essence of delissio?”

back home in the kitchen, cass & hannah cheer him on as balthazar tries desperately to subdue his instincts. “MORE PLEBEIAN”, they yell every time he reaches for too-fancy cheese

(they’re filming all of this btw)

finally, when it’s in the oven, balthazar looks so pleased like, “this is going to be excellent. here, go set the table,” and cass & hannah are like, “what table?”

cause it’s not a pizza party unless you’re sprawled out in the living room with a cheesy movie for entertainment

(balthazar has so many cheesy movies actually he seems to have every movie he only keeps his favourites upstairs tho the first time cass saw his whole collection he was like 'i didn't realize you were the national film archives' now he has a plaque on the door)
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Balthazar & Hannah comparing pics of Cass falling asleep on them like, “who wore it better?”
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hi hello please imagine cass & balthazar & hannah all together on the couch, doing their own things, except their legs are all folded over each other in an outstretched heap propped up on the coffee table

and hannah’s gaming and eventually cass puts down his book so they can pokémon battle, and they’re laughing and booping each other with their toes

and balthazar’s on his phone running 7 apps at once and taking pics of them until the whole thing crashes, and everyone gets jostled and knee-punched when he shakes & swears at it

& it’s the 4th time it’s happened in an hour, so cass & hannah just lose it, take his phone, and sit on him instead
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cass telling hannah more stories like

“but he only really gets drunk on new year’s eve, so i have to make the most of it”

flashback to balthazar, crying, belting out “my heart will go on” while cass accompanies him on recorder

“yooou’re heeeeeere, there’s nooooOOOTHING I FEEEAR”

*toooooot*
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one fine summer’s day, a day like any other, in a town like any other

cass digs a camcorder out of storage and starts following balthazar around the house with it

“this fine, yet enigmatic, creature holds many secrets that may never be known,” cass begins, in his very best rp accent, “as it rises each day at a truly ungodly hour.”

“i prefer ‘respectable hour’,” balthazar corrects him


“every day, without fail, this strange creature seems to disappear for parts unknown,” cass intones as balthazar comes in from his jog, “presumably to display its superior musculature and show up its nestmates.”

“my, grandmother, what a large axe you have to grind,” balthazar raises his eyebrows, taking a swig from his water bottle


later, cass carefully enters the kitchen while balthazar is cooking, hovering in the doorway.

“now, we must approach with extreme caution,” he stage-whispers, “as this can be a volatile time for the creature.”

“you put my fresh béarnaise sauce in the freezer!” balthazar exclaims, shaking his spatula at the camera. “listen, who are you selling this to? i refuse to be shown on fox or mtv.”

“it’s for hannah.”

“oh?”

“under contract to bbc four.”

“hmm… acceptable.”

“she wants to get to know you, too, before we start dating, so i promised to make her a documentary.”

“well,” balthazar scoffs, “i must say, you make a pisspoor salesman.”

“i prefer ‘honest salesman’,” cass insists.

“here, give me that.” balthazar takes the camera and trains it on cass’ face.

“and what, o gallant explorer,” he asks, “will you do with this fine specimen once you’ve captured him?”

cass smirks. “i’m gonna wrassle it.”

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