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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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"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?"

"That there was or will be--it's hard to tell with Revelation, don't you think?--a war in Heaven and a third of the host was or will be killed, and Michael will, or has, defeated Lucifer. Or the dragon, who may be only a precursor."

Ianto likes to read.

"Uh-huh."

A beat.

"Was," Sam adds. "And has. Only I guess it's not a done deal."

"Oh, my," says Ianto softly, frowning.

"Pretty much," Sam agrees, sourly.

Ianto leans forward to ask softly, "So are you fighting the actual Devil?"

He shakes his head fervently.

"No. God no. He's still locked up."

"We're just trying to keep anyone from getting him the key."

"Oh, God, good. The only time I've seen a demon walk the Earth it was horrific.

"The key to what?"

"To getting out," Sam tells him, quietly.

"Huh," says Ianto, also quietly.

"Whatever I can do to help, I'll do it. That's terrifying."

"Thanks, man," Sam tells him. "I appreciate it. If something comes up where it looks like you can, I'll let you know."

Ianto just nods and drinks his coffee.

"Demons," he mutters to his cup. "Unbelievable."

"Way too damn common, from where I'm sitting," Sam returns, sourly.

"But yeah. I hear you."

"Yeah, that's right. It's kind of your day-to-day world, isn't it?"

"Pretty much."

"Don't you ever want to do something else?"

"Thought about it, once. Didn't work out."

Sam shrugs.

"Besides, someone's got to do this, and we're good at it."

"You're not the only ones, are you?"