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[runsaway]

I don't know what part of you thought this was a good idea. I'd have hoped that being stranded in a Lovecraftian Hellhouse would be enough. But encouraging...them?

Seriously?

I feel like I should be hopeful, but in all honesty...angels aren't really living up to their reputation. Cas is a nice guy and all (both of him), but...

[ It probably would help if you weren't so far behind, huh? ]

You think?

I'm at a pretty big disadvantage, here. Thanks for noticing. The fact that I'm apparently going to be down the hall from the devil isn't helping either.

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[over_identifies]

The devil? The devil-devil?

[deiform]

Lucifer does tend to be pretty obnoxious. Mine does, anyway. He also dresses like a stripper.

[runsaway]

The devil-devil.

[runsaway]

...That's an image I never thought I'd--...

[over_identifies]

Huh.

[Samantha looks analytically curious. She's pretty early in canon. Ignorance is bliss.]

And...angels?

[runsaway]

Yeah. It's...not exactly what you'd think.

[ What he thinks, which is consequently the same as her...right? ]

[over_identifies]

I knew they were real. I knew it.

[Priorities, Samantha. have them.]

But...um...the devil? What exactly...how...

Guessing salt doesn't work?

[deiform]

Don't try imagining it, it's pretty terrifying. He has this pink boa he wears.. I've tried to tell him that's the least tempting thing for me ever, but Lucifer wouldn't be Lucifer if he didn't keep trying.

[runsaway]

Honestly?

[ He exhales slowly through his nose. ]

I'm not sure what does. He's an angel, not a demon.

[runsaway]

Yeah, uh...that sounds painful.

[ Not helping him clear his thoughts of the image by describing it, though. ]

[over_identifies]

I knew they were real...

[Priorities!]

How about the Colt?

[deiform]

[ sorry sam 8'( ]

Maybe yours is classier. Though I hear he's pretty scary.

[runsaway]

[ He gets it. He had his moment of awe.

Then shit really hit the fan. ]

I haven't tried it yet. It's only got one bullet left.

[over_identifies]

Seems like a good use of a bullet.

[runsaway]

He's--

[ Not...classy, necessarily. Not that it takes much to be classier than a pink boa. ]

--...soft-spoken.

[ A beat. ]

Condescending.

[runsaway]

That's the plan.

[ Whether he's going to let Dean take care of it or do it himself--...




Oh we all know Sam wants to do it. ]

[over_identifies]

But there's something else.

Isn't there?

[deiform]

[ a heavy sigh. ] That's what I was afraid of. He's not a big fan of humans, I guess. Every once in a while you come across a version who is, but not often.

[runsaway]

...

[ Guess he can't hide much from himself, huh? ]

People--beings don't exactly stay...dead.

[over_identifies]

...please tell me there aren't deals involved.

[notaloveinterest]

At least they're not all trying to lock you up and protect you from everything.

[fiddle_of_gold]

Sam, you got me all wrong, buddy. Humanity likes to blame their problems on me, but really, most of them you do to yourselves.

Besides, I just want to be friends, get to know you, a little bonding. You're still far too young to be my vessel.

[runsaway]

...That was Plan A, actually.

[ He's just stubborn.

Sorry that's happening to you though, Jo. ]

[runsaway]

There are...consequences, yeah.

[runsaway]

[ He's not going to argue that--because people can be pretty awful...but they can be pretty wonderful, too. ]

Friends. You want to be friends.