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[vikki]

So, I'm looking around at all the fic exchanges and big bangs and whatnot, and you know what's missing? Angel comment!fic meme. There's an angelcest kinkmeme going on, but what about the less kinky stuff?

Man, obviously I'm just bored on Friday night, orz.

The SPN Angel Comment!Fic Meme+Anything up to an R rating allowed - gen, any pairing, any

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Part 6

[vikki]

"I told you," Sheriff Davis says when Miller shuts the door behind himself. "It's like he's - pulling stuff right out of your head."

"Keep an eye on him," Miller shoots back, dumping the folder and cellphone on the shelf, and stomps out of the precinct for another smoke.

His hand trembles a little on his Bic lighter, but as he breathes in a first drag Jason begins to calm down. He pushes Sarah - and his former fiancee Marisa, Sarah's sister - from his mind, and starts to get angry with both Novak and himself. He let Novak under his skin from the start, refusing to meet the murderer's eyes. Novak must have known Miller was on his trail and dug up the information.

Once he's gathered himself, he crushes the spent filter under his toe and returns to the interrogation room. Novak is hunching now, his eyes closed and head bowed, but otherwise he hasn't moved. "You want me to try?" Davis offers.

"No; I'm fine," Miller answers, and forces a smile. "That's kind of you, Sheriff, since he pulled the same stunt on you."

Davis shrugs. "Creeps are creeps. Hope you get something that'll put him away for good."

Jason nods and enters the room again, taking the folder and phone with him.

Novak looks up, more tired than before; his mouth is thin and tight, like he's in pain, but the look smooths away quickly. "You hurting?" Miller asks, trying not to look pleased. "Need the bathroom? Hungry?"

Novak breathes in slowly and exhales. "I'm fine."

"Good. 'Cause you're not getting any of those things." Despite rallying himself while smoking, Jason still has to steel himself to meet Novak's eyes. "How'd you pull that trick, huh? You get wind I was on your trail and looked me up?"

Novak's face is perfectly straight as he says, "I looked into your soul."

Miller raises an eyebrow. "Okay, 'Castiel'--" he can't really take the name seriously. "How'd you do that? Are you an angel, too?"

'Castiel' holds his gaze. "Yes," he replies.

He can't believe he's playing along with this, but you do what you have to. "Then why are you killing angels? Shouldn't you be killing demons?"

Novak breaks their eye contact this time, rolling his eyes heavenward with a sigh. "Despite your persistent mocking, Jason Miller, yes - it should be so simple."

It's frustrating how he keeps not directly admitting to killing anyone. Jason remains calm. "You didn't answer my question: why angels?"

Instead of answering, Novak's eyes go to the cellphone Jason is still holding. A moment later, it starts to ring - Back In Black' by AC/DC. Dean, the monitor reads. "It's Dean," 'Castiel' says, even though he can't see the screen - lucky guess, Jason figures, since there's only three numbers in the contact list, or Novak has specialized ringtones for each person. "Give me my phone."

Jason turns the ringer off instead. "I don't think so." He finally sits down, putting the phone between them but out of Novak's reach. "You have a lot to answer for."

"Not to you," 'Castiel' replies, his eyes still on the phone.

tbc