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@swordofgcd / I saw you on my dash :)
He is very much questioning if his eyes are deceiving him. That keeps him stuck in place for a little longer than intended. However, the second thing he thinks? The thing that gets him to get closer and help his brother? Michael looks rough.
"----Michael. Hey- hey - who did this to you?" He questions, lowering down next to him. "And are they close by?"
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"Who clipped your wings, huh?" The thick scent of sulfur would have given the demon away even without the true face visible beneath the one it had stolen. Dark energy had pinned the wounded Archangel to dirty brick within minutes of crash landing into their broken little world. "I'm gonna drag you to Hell myse-" the thunderous crack of a shotgun forced the demon back, and the hold on Michael was severed. Rock salt bit into the host, and it was enough to send black smoke pouring from the bastard's mouth and high into the sky, far from its assailant and its quarry.
As much good as hunting had done, there was one thing it had stolen from Bern. The instinct to immediately help at the sight of someone crumpled and bleeding on the ground.
Thin legs has stopped halfway down the alley, and brown eyes watched the man struggle. Measuring over the barrel of a shotgun, from a face both androgynous and bland. One easy to forget, and hard to find in a crowd, even if you didn't have to look down to meet their 5'1 gaze. Exits checked, bodies checked, vantage points checkedβthe mental list was assessed quickly and survey says? Probably clear now, unless this was the longest of cons. Boots carried their flannel and canvas-wrapped self to the wounded man's side with an air of caution, sparing half a glance toward the demon's former host. He scrambled to his feet with his newfound agency and bolted, leaving the pair in silence.
"... Buddy, you've seen better days." Bern dropped into a crouch to look the brunette over. "Do you want a ride to the hospital or a phone to call some..." Words faltered in their throat at the telltale ring and blue-white holy light pouring from one of the stranger's wounds. It wasn't fear, but recognition that settled over their fair skin like iron as brown eyes met brown. "Who are you?"
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The woman noticed the strange tall man standing on the side on the road, looking familiar. As she drove closer her features frowns in recognition. " hey! Are you lost or something? Why are you out here in the middle of nowhere at night?"
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Crazy how a lake could look just like an ocean. Lake Erie wasn't even the biggest, but it still swallowed the horizon like it went on forever. Dean was hunched over the railing of a pier, watching sailboats slide by in the distance. It was chilly out on the water this time of year, he had the long stretch of breakwall to himself. Just him, the wind, the water, and his own churning thoughts.
"... I don't know how to start this, so I'm just gonna." Dean drew in a deep breath, green eyes fixed on the water that matched their hue in the sunlight. "I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop with you. But, I met your alternate face-to-face. And you're not the one I have nightmares about." His gaze lifted to the horizon, squinting in the sun as the clouds parted. "I'm sorry. Okay, I'm sorry. In case you haven't noticed, I don't have much. It's just me, Sammy, Bobby, and Cas. I spent so much time worried you were gonna get him killed, or worse. I needed more than words to know that ain't gonna happen, but you've saved his ass more than once."
Dean's mouth twisted. He wasn't good at apologies, never had been. Most of the people in his life who deserved one never stuck around long enough to get it. "I don't know how much time I got left, so I need..." His head tossed in frustration, leaning back while both hands gripped the railing. "I need to not be doing this long-distance crap. Look, I'm at Miller Road park, off Lake Erie. End of the pier. Can we do this face-to-face? Please?"
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"Yeah I kind of understand the 'be not afraid' thing now." Jay looked like a deer in the headlights, if said deer had just enough awareness to know the lights meant likely danger.
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" As a child born both of Heaven and Hell, I am very much in the middle with everything... You may rest in my presence, Uncle. I will not harm or let harm come to you while you are here. "
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Brows furrowed with confusion, even with the males back to him. He could sense the angel, there was no denying it. "Michael?" The name rolled off his tongue. It was clear that something was off. Chris took a step forward, his movements dliberate and careful. "Don't tell me. daddy has put you in time out." He couldn't help but mouth off just a little bit. There's alway been bad blood between him and God. It wasn't to be harmful, just a little bit of dark humor.
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Tara Jean wonders if this is some kind of test or trick question, though he seems to be asking it in earnest. She tilts her head & studies his face carefully - her eyes taking in any etched lines or flickers of muscle movement. After a moment, she steps back, hands folded delicately in front of her - her eyes on the ground as she speaks: " I think I see someone who is very tired, sad and maybe hurt deep down, but won't admit it. " She still won't look up as she shrugs her shoulders. " ... or, I could be projecting. I guess you never really know, huh ? "
