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Dean's changing the oil on the Impala. Sam should be in the motel room, working on gathering more background information for their next case.

He can't make himself sit still long enough to focus.

After the sixth circuit of the room, he throws his hands in the air and stalks through the door to Milliways instead.

At least there he can grab better coffee than the cheap vending machine crap, right?

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Sam shakes his head.

"Missed the whole thing. Dean and I -- we've been on the go for a month or more now, and I just..."

He shrugs, looking a little guilty.

Maybe more than a little.

"... wasn't here."

"From what I've heard, it's better to have missed it."

He picks up his coffee cup and moves closer. "How are things at home?" he asks in a low voice. "Did you ever get that demon issue solved?"

All he knows, from a conversation with Andrew, is that Sam was doing okay. That was months ago.

"... yeah." A grim look passes over his face, but he nods anyway.

"Yeah. That's been dealt with." Sam looks up at him. "Thanks for all you did trying to help, too. I mean it."

"Not at all," says Ianto, looking glad. "Would you mind telling me about it? I'd like to add your methods to our archives, if I may. Just in case."

"Um."

Sam looks a little like he's bitten into something sour.

"Probably not gonna do you much good, unless you guys have angels in your world."

Well, now you've piqued his interest, Sam Winchester.

"Probably not the same kind of angels you do, I would guess. We've got records of a race of beings called the Lonely Angels who are quantum-locked beings that feed on peoples' life energy.

But I suspect you mean angels of the more traditional sort."

Call it a hunch. Ianto's very clever.

"Traditional as far as the lore goes, anyway -- hang on, wait, records of what kind of angels now?"

He sounds startled.

"Lonely Angels? They look like statues, angels covering their faces, and can only move when you're not looking."

"... son of a bitch."

"What?" says Ianto eagerly. "Don't tell me you've had a run-in with them!"

"Yeah I did."

He looks thoroughly pissed.

"They were here. Sent me and Mac and Dean back in time to Deadwood, South Dakota, in the middle of a smallpox epidemic."

Ianto looks stunned. "They were here. How long ago was this? What era did they send you too, approximately? I'm guessing pre-World War II."

"A couple years now, I think - and to eighteen-seventy-something."

Beat.

"For one thing, we met Calamity Jane. The Calamity Jane."

"The gunfighter?"

His knowledge of American history is rudimentary and rather limited to films.

He scribbles down some notes. "that's the longest I've ever heard of. Our other records say eighty years, at most, but the bar being the point of origin--and multiple victims..."

Yeah, kind of mumbling to himself, too.

"The one who hung out with Wild Bill Hickok? Yeah."

Sam edges closer, trying to get a look at Ianto's notes.

"Mac and I were together when it happened; Dean came after us. There were a bunch of people who got hit, from what we could gather after we got back, but like I said... it's been a while."

"Interesting that Dean got sent to the same location as you," Ianto remarks. "Of course, this is the first time I've heard of people who knew each other falling prey to them."

"Maybe it was because he came right after us, and I mean right after. I don't know."

Or it could just be that Dean was stubborn enough to make it happen. Sam's well aware of how determined his brother can be, when it comes to some things.

"So here's the real question: how do you stop them?"

"I'd have to check the archives to be sure, but I believe it ended up being a simple solution. What stops them? Being seen. How to you make them be permanently seen?"

He points his forefingers at each other. "Have them look at each other."

Sam takes that in, and nods.

"Fair enough. I'll remember that."

Ianto nods. "Let's hope they don't come back, though. They could cause some serious damage if they were able to cross universes.

"Now, what about your angels?"

"Yeah, I've gotta say I'll be just as happy to not ever see them again," he agrees.

"My angels?"

There's something extremely dry about the way he says that, for some reason.

"Well, first off, they can be real dicks. But they can also do some serious ass-kicking when it comes to fighting demons, so there's that."

"That doesn't surprise me, given the traditional lore."

"What's the traditional lore got to say about them in your world?"

Sam takes a swallow of his drink.

"We're still sorting out the truth from the BS, ourselves, but we're getting there."

"The usual, I suppose. Messengers, soldiers, sometimes terrifying and sometimes looking just like people. What's the verse--'Be good to strangers for some have entertained angels unawares'?

"And the war in heaven, of course."

"Of course," he agrees, but there's no missing that Ianto's got his full attention.

"What's your lore say about that?"