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[stilljustandrew]

(A few hours after this.)The front door to Milliways opens on an early morning somewhere in the woods. Andrew Wells stumbles in, pale and shivering, a second jacket draped around his shoulders over the one he's already wearing; Sam Winchester is a few steps behind him, still outside. Andrew stops just inside the door to lean against the doorjamb

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[changeinasnap]

"...Yyyyyeah, pretty sure he's not gonna hear you."

That comes from up in the rafters, where a guy sits with one leg dangling and the other folded flush against the beam. He snaps off a mouthful of the chocolate bar in one hand.

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew doesn't even look up; he's let his forehead fall against the door, eyes shut.

[changeinasnap]

To that, he just cocks an eyebrow.

Sheesh. And he thought the kid looked beat-up and despondent before.

"What's a guy like you hanging around with a guy like that for anyway?" Intrigued, as he lifts his chin toward the closed door.

[stilljustandrew]

"What are you talking about." Low and bitterly weary.

(And a little shaky. He's still shivering.)

[changeinasnap]

"Come on!" Like he hasn't even noticed that Andrew's trembling and sick. He swings his other foot down and leans forward a little as he goes on, "Sammy? Not the kind of guy you just run into on the street, yanno?"

Not without something bad, or worse, or just weird following you the rest of the way home.

[stilljustandrew]

"You know him?"

Andrew looks up, slowly.

[changeinasnap]

"Uh, yeah."

He spreads his hands, wiggling the chocolate bar between thumb and forefinger like it's a fine cigar.

"Me and Sam go way back."

[stilljustandrew]

He tenses warily, and his gaze flicks to the man's eyes.

[changeinasnap]

"Question is -- " and he spins the candy around to point to Andrew with it, "how do you know him."

[stilljustandrew]

"We're friends."

Low, and still wary.

"W-we met here."

[changeinasnap]

"Huh."

He scrutinizes Andrew. It's not a wholly comfortable look.

"He sucker you into some crackpot job of his?"

[stilljustandrew]

His mouth works a little.

"Kind of the other way around. Is how we met."

[changeinasnap]

He snorts, sounding wholly unsurprised by that revelation. "Really."

(Mostly unsurprised, anyway. All wobbliness aside, this kid does not look like hunter material.)

"Someday that white-knight complex of his is gonna get him killed," he remarks, shedding a little more of the candy bar wrapper. "And when it happens? All I'm gonna do is stand back and say I told you so."

[stilljustandrew]

The eyes aren't yellow, but --

"Who are you."

[changeinasnap]

He smiles. "What, he didn't mention me?"

Another crisp snap as he bites off a little more chocolate.

"Come on. If you two are cozying up you've gotta get better at this, kiddo."

[stilljustandrew]

"Maybe he did."

Andrew's hands are clenched.

"Who are you."