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[sunnydalealum]

It's a bigger room, this time. The better to fit two dozen zhirelin in addition to the sorcerers themselves

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[sunnydalealum]

Emma shuts the door firmly, and turns to face them.

"All right," she says, her voice dreadfully quiet, her eyes narrowed in restrained wrath. "Let's talk."

[gavemea_45]

"Oh, I'd agree."

If we show any sign of doubt--

That's all it takes for him to make a snap decision.

"You first."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean backs Sam up, like always.

This time he does it by keeping his mouth shut.

One arched eyebrow and his patented 'waiting all day for you to spill' expression should do the trick.

[sunnydalealum]

"What?"

The glare's masking an unease that's trying to turn into panic, ruthlessly held down.

"I've had authorization for this project for the past eight months. From the highest levels on down. Are you telling me someone's complaining now?"

[gavemea_45]

"Why else would we be here?"

Don't give her time to answer that.

"Let's just say there are some people who have serious... concerns."

Like stopping that spell.

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean casts a gimlet eye around the room, marking the setup and the company.

"Lookin' at what you've got goin' on here, I'm starting to think they've got a point."

He's certainly not a big fan.

For starters.

[sunnydalealum]

"Then they go through channels," she bites off, "and put a hold on the project in a timely manner, not at the last minute --"

[gavemea_45]

"-- and give you time to finish before the channels can stop you, isn't that right?" Sam cuts in.

"Lucky for you that we got word of what was going on."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean just smirks.

A lot.

[sunnydalealum]

"Lucky for me," Emma repeats, flat and trying for sardonic. "How's that?"

She throws a glance at the robed sorcerers, still standing in their little clutch at the far end of the room, making no move to interfere.

[gavemea_45]

"Because you were about to make a mistake."

The sorcerers are all in a clump; the spell's drawn on the floor in front of them; the Scythe's on the table almost within reach.

He trades a look with Dean.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Wouldn't even have to be a big one, would it?"

Dean's still grinning, but this time it has a nasty edge.

He also takes a couple steps away from Sam, head cocked.

He's betting an evil law firm ain't big on forgive and forget.

And he's also betting everyone in this room knows it.

[sunnydalealum]

Acidly: "Well, golly gee, I should be just overwhelmed with gratitude that you two've come to save me from my folly."

She folds her arms, to stop her hands from shaking.

"You want to tell me who's authorized the hold? Or who's called for it?"

[gavemea_45]

Good question.

"Not really."

One casual step forward, toward Emma... and not-so-incidentally toward the table, as well.

"I'd have thought you'd have figured out that you didn't know everything when we showed up with another one of those." Sam nods toward the Scythe.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Tunnel-vision, man."

Dean shakes his head, still smirking.

It's a good look on him.

"What're you gonna do?"

He's another step closer to the spell circle.

And, you know, to the demons.

[sunnydalealum]

Her gaze tracks from Sam to the Scythe to Dean and back again, and her eyes narrow.

"I'm gonna ask to see your authorization," she says, and there's a new note of tension in her voice. Of suspicion.

"Twelve years at this company and I haven't failed a loyalty check yet. My record's spotless. So you show me your signed order, or you give me a name and I'll call in and confirm it, or you give me some evidence you're not a practical joke from R&D. Or I call Security."