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It's a dark room, and cold, shrouded in iron and lead, covered over in symbols to repel every evil thing under the sun, and a few things that will never see the light of day. There's one door, bolted tight, and salt sealed into the very walls
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Bitterness and resignation, both, mixed with anger.
"Or are you just here to watch the freakshow?"
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"But I'm not going to. There's no reason for you to be so lost as this, Samuel Winchester. Or rather, not to stay so lost as this."
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One eyebrow arches so very delicately.
"Not that you'll admit that, will you."
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Sam stares at her as though she's insane.
"What are you talking about?"
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She's stone-still, wingless and imposing for a brief, flaring instant.
Then she's just a girl dropping down onto the mattress, tucking one leg up beneath her.
"You really think you need them. That this is how you'll win."
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"I've got to."
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"It would be better for you if you watched your pride, Sam. It was always my brother's besetting sin. You've heard the stories."
Michael braces her hands, leaning back.
"And no one man ever won a war. No one woman, either. Even two -- well. Two might be enough. But even the best of demons -- if best is a word that may be applied to such creatures -- even they have their own agenda. And they'll never tell you what it is."
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His lip curls in what might once have been a smile.
"Always have. I'm not that dumb."
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It's flat and uncompromising, but said so softly that it almost sounds gentle.
"And there's a difference between knowing they lie and believing that one is lying to you. We are neither of us that stupid."
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"It doesn't matter. Means to an end. I need what she's got if I'm gonna kill Lilith."
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This is said a little less softly.
Michael's face may as well be hewn from rock.
"And if you were thinking clearly, in this exact moment here -- you'd know that, too."
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"Oh, would I? What am I supposed to do instead, hit her with a rock?"
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"Well, who else is there in this room who might be capable of destroying one of the damned?"
She'll give him three guesses. The way things are going he might very well need them.
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Sam's staring at her.
"Seriously?"
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"Do you really think this is the time I'd pick to be joking?"
Her chin tilts up fractionally, dark hair hanging down over one too-bright green eye.
"Not withstanding the fact that you don't seem to have thought about how I made my way in here in the first place."
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