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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?
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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It used to be, at least. And her default expression still tends to be more dour than most.
"My brother despairs."
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"At least you have only the one."
She has uncounted legions. It can be tiresome.
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"I don't need any more. I have Dean."
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Michael runs her finger around the rim of her coffee cup.
It obligingly refills itself. And reheats.
"I don't think you'd like them much, anyway."
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"Nice trick."
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It's part of the package, in its way.
"Do you want me to top you up?"
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She leans forward, fingertip touching the very rim of the cup on the table that isn't hers.
Hopefully Sam likes really hot dark roast.
"Not that any passerby would be able to tell from your expression."
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Sam blinks at her in confusion.
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"Never mind."
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"Angels."
It's just deadpan enough to be a joke.
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She's still not smiling, though one of her eyebrows is arched.
"We're a very different breed."
Not that breed is the right word.
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Sam studies her, his own flickering attempt at humor gone.
"How so?"
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Did her T-shirt always have a cartoon rabbit making a rude gesture?
Maybe.
But probably not.
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"Fine, be that way. It was a serious question."
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"What do you think might be different about archangels?"
It's a reasonable enough place to start.
There are certain things that must be believed to be seen, after all.
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Here Michael does smile, crooked and wry.
"Or your memory is a lot more terrible than you let on."
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"... but I do remember. When you, uh, spoke to me."
A beat.
"And that you're not that fond of demons."
That part's dry as dust.
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Her own voice is equally as dry.
"As for the rest -- that's largely the point, these days."
She lifts her cup of coffee up again, taking a long swallow.
"Armor works best against what it's built to anticipate."
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She takes another long swallow of coffee.
"You're going to need to remember that. Your brother, too. Tell him for me, will you?"
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"You and Cas both."
Beat.
"Told you before you were talking to the wrong Winchester. Fine. I'll tell him what you said."
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For one flickering instant Michael sounds tired.
She looks it, too.
"But I'll be here to remind you."
As often as it takes, and then once more.
For luck.
Or maybe for love.
"Never fear."
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