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Another Point of View, 7/8

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And that was where Urania stopped, utterly failing to deliver a proper dramatic finish -- she'd obviously been spending far too much time on scientific papers. In the absence of section headings, it took a minute for the rest of us to realize she was done.

"That's it?" Dean said.

Sam grimaced. "Dean, I just want to get out of here--"

"Yes, that's it, unless you'd rather give the glasses back." Urania was trying to un-crumple her bag. "You have an explanation, a partial solution, and you can have more of a solution in a while, assuming you call your friend to release Polyhymnia and allow us to leave unhindered."

"Didn't your sister promise Sam a family history?"

Urania shot me a Look. "Yes, I suppose she did. Maybe she can try to handle that while you deal with checking him out and, first, call Mr. Singer." As she spoke, Urania was pulling a phone from her bag. "I'm calling Euterpe."

"Be sure to mention how Taliesin's doing these days," I shot. She -- three guesses -- ignored me.

Dean looked disgruntled, but pulled his phone out as well. If Euterpe and Bobby were standing too close together, we could get a feedback loop going. Sam glanced at me.

"Is she older or younger?"

That's a more complicated question than it would be for a human, but I skipped the explanation and went with how we'd been playing it the last few centuries. "Older."

"I... was expecting that."

"She's not even oldest. That's..." Again, complicated. "Someone else. She's solidly in the middle. I mean, Polyhymnia's older than she is, and obviously she's not... not... It's this whole stupid situation, you know? She'd never hurt anyone normally. She wouldn't even touch the Crusades, all those troubadours had to handle it on their own--" I broke off. "Family history." Best to get it over with. "Nothing with your grandparents, I've been following off and on since your mother's deal, Calliope took notice after your father died and crowded me out completely when Dean came back from Hell, lost interest after you re-caged Lucifer, but took notice again after Echidna got out, and... that's it. Oh, except I think Clio could do something with you on the research front, and Urania could do something with Dean in her role as Muse of Electrical Engineering -- those two got saddled with all the social sciences and hard sciences, respectively -- but you've always been busy and it's not like they're short on prospects." He was staring at me, even paler than before. "What?"

"You've been... watching, all that time, and you never... never..."

"Not constantly. And I don't interfere with situations I'm observing. Not ever." Except on special occasions, as a gift for Thalia, who likes happy endings. Or, say, now. "That's assuming I could have. Minor goddess of theater, has-been pantheon, versus upper-level demons and angels? Squish."

Sam nodded, but he still didn't look happy. "I want you to stop now."

I snorted. "I have to stop now. It doesn't work if you know I'm here, or if I've directly influenced events."

"Good." He turned away from me, pointedly, and started examining Urania's magic glasses.

Trying to pretend I didn't feel rejected, I turned and left, fading into unnoticeability as I left the room. There was a drugged unconscious person down the hall who had to be plenty tragic. Not up to Winchester standards, sure, but if they didn't want my attention...