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[gavemea_45]

[OOM: We can't afford for me to do the right thing.]


It's been a long time since he'd last really 'powered up,' as Ruby teases him by calling it. Sam can feel the effects twisting through him. Everything seems brighter, sharper, clearer; he feels clearer, stronger, ready for anything.

He can't sit still, and he sure as hell can't go back to the motel room until it wears off a little - Dean'll notice something's wrong in a hot second, and Sam doesn't want to lie to him unless he has to.

He pushes through the door to Milliways instead. Maybe he can walk it off there, at least a little bit.

[OOC note: Sam is currently riding a paranormal high due to the effects of ingesting demon blood. If your character would be able to detect that sort of taint, feel free to have them do so! Just don't expect him necesssarily to admit it.]

Comments

[gavemea_45]

"That she's nice? No. That, uh, someone like you is getting advice from, uh, a human?"

Beat.

"Well, yeah."

[thursdays_angel]

"Meg is kind. And sensible. She is one of the best examples of humanity that I've encountered. Who better to ask for advice about human nature?"

[gavemea_45]

"... fair enough," Sam concedes.

[thursdays_angel]

"And she's a good umpire."

He may just be messing with Sam now. Or not.

Castiel moves on.

"God ordered me to come to Milliways to learn. Well before I was sent to retrieve your brother. Lessons learned here are not to be disregarded, I've found."

[gavemea_45]

"So you learned ... about baseball."

The more he finds out about angels, the less sense any of it makes.

[thursdays_angel]

"I was an Enigma."

Never judge an angel by his cover, Sam.

[gavemea_45]

"Still are, so far as I can see," Sam informs him, dryly.

[thursdays_angel]

"Yes. Others have made that joke."

Castiel's not sure why. Angels are very straightforward, especially compared to people.

[gavemea_45]

"Look, you set up a target that obvious, you're just asking for it."