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Demons. Even the word made Sam want to scrub himself clean. He was an angel, he shouldn't be associating with demons. They were worse than humans, and that was certainly saying something. But Sam needed help, and in this case he had no one else he could turn to. Demons were good at...staying under the radar and bending the rules. And at that moment, it was exactly what Sam needed.

He wasn't looking for any specific demon, not by any means. Sam could sense them though, feel when they were close, and being in the scuzziest part of town had seemed like a good place to start looking. His gut instincts were working well, apparently, because he could feel one close. And he may have been a graceless angel but it didn't meant he wouldn't be able to hold his own if he needed to.

The sound of computer keys clacking away permeated the dark house, the only light coming from a blazing white screen. At the desk where the glowing computer rested sat a man with the most piercing blue eyes one is to see in a mortal being. As he typed away, lost in his own world of cat videos and internet memes, a lurking danger was imminent. The human was softly speaking as he typed away, his eyes glued to the bright light, without showing a sign of blinking. "Hola, Mishamigos! let's take a look at the Fic Rec of the day, shall we?" Misha paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts with a small smile on his face, as though he held the secrets to the world in his hands. He focused again, words falling out of his mouth as the keys on his keyboard clicked. "Falling for You is a wonderful read, if I do say so myself. Dean and Cas are just so in character! I would know, I play Cas." The actor chuckled to himself. "So, after the events of season six-" he paused, feeling himself choke up for a moment as he remembered, "well, things are just not good for either of them. Then, Dean gets a surprise visit from-"

His words were cut off when he heard an odd noise from further inside his home. Shattering his connection with the computer, he put his hands on his desk and began to stand up, looking around warily. Something felt off about his house. There was something... dark... inside of it. Chuckling to himself, he shrugged and took casual steps towards his kitchen, his stomach growling at him. He knew that some of the writers from the show would just die with unmitigated potential to turn the simple task of Misha getting a late-night snack into Misha becoming a late-night snack. Geez, he spent way to much time thinking about his job. 

He made his way into the sleek kitchen, maneuvering around the silvery-coated island in the middle and to the fridge, where he opened up the door with minor difficulty. Browsing his wares, he noted in disappointment that he would need to go shopping again. There were some pickles, a few slices of stale bread, and a pudding cup lying on one shelf. 

I'm very tired... Long day. And I have to study a lot tomorrow. Well, list of people who owe me:

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Sam dug his fingers into Dean's shoulders, his lips ragged against the other's. "I thought we were going out tonight," His voice was ragged his nails cut into Dean's skin. He was sitting on top of his brother, straddling his hips, pushing his weight against the smaller. "You said we'd have some...toys," He let the words, teasing, slip between his lips. They had been planning on sharing this one. A small blonde thing, sweet and innocent.

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Misha tilted his head. Angel! his mind shouted at him. He waved to the man. "Hey there, my name's Misha."

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