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[prodigalsammy.livejournal.com]

[Squeezing his wound] He's not real...

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[ignorethewings.livejournal.com]

Hey, you okay?

[If you've gone to the city library in the past couple of days, Sam, the kid addressing you might look vaguely familiar, seeing that he works part time there. If not, then he's just a randomly concerned stranger who's happened to overhear you.]

[prodigalsammy.livejournal.com]

[He had noticed him, but he doesn't let it bother him, just putting on a fake smile as he looks to him.]

Yeah! Um, just having one of those days, y'know?

[ignorethewings.livejournal.com]

[Actually, no. Ben hasn't had to convince himself that someone's not real yet, but that doesn't mean that he's any stranger to bad days. Just different sorts of bad days, apparently. Ones that don't involve hallucinations, or whatever it is that this other guy's seeing.

But Ben just nods back, pushing a smile of his own to the forefront.]

Yeah, bad days suck, man. Do you need any help or anything? [After all, there are both hospitals and bars here aplenty in the city.]

[prodigalsammy.livejournal.com]

[Hallucinations of the devil, to be exact. But y'know, that's a normal thing to suffer from, or at least he's going to play it off like that.]

No, I um, I should be fine. But yeah, just a bad day. The kind that you just...don't want to believe is real. That kind.

[likeshardmen.livejournal.com]

[ignore... ignore the freakishly tall guy talking to himself, Allie and fix this car. Has to be done by today -

She walks over, reaches uuuup, and taps his shoulder] Sit. You look dead on your feet, man.

[prodigalsammy.livejournal.com]

[He jumps at first, staring at her in confusion before he tries to cover it with a weak smile, laughing nervously before he glances around, sitting in the nearest chair.]

Thanks, I've just had...a really long and bad day. Sorry if I disturbed your work.

[Cause Dean's going to kill him that he's having someone else work on the car rather than himself. But he can't really focus with Lucifer nagging him right now.]

[likeshardmen.livejournal.com]

[...why you gotta be nice, huh? Allie smiles a little and shakes her head, awkwardly rubbing the back with her gloved hands] It's cool... and believe me, takes a lot more to break my concentration.

[it's not even that bad a problem, so she's tackling the other at the same time. She's talented, be in awe, tall guy] Want a drink or anything while ya wait?

[pretty-insect.livejournal.com]

[He looks down at the wound curiously] Who isn't?

[prodigalsammy.livejournal.com]

[He takes a deep breath before glancing up at this person, narrowing his eyes for a moment before he relaxes, huffing.] I am. I know I'm real.

[pretty-insect.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Questioning reality has never even occurred to Raziel, and he's curious as to how it's done.] How do you know?

[rebel-jo.livejournal.com]

[prodigalsammy.livejournal.com]

J-Jo? [See this? It's nothing but shock on his face.]

[rebel-jo.livejournal.com]

(Looks straight at him, an uplifted expression on her face.) It's me...

[ignorethewings.livejournal.com]

Hey, you okay?

[If you've gone to the city library in the past couple of days, Sam, the kid addressing you might look vaguely familiar, seeing that he works part time there. If not, then he's just a randomly concerned stranger who's happened to overhear you.]

[prodigalsammy.livejournal.com]

[He had noticed him, but he doesn't let it bother him, just putting on a fake smile as he looks to him.]

Yeah! Um, just having one of those days, y'know?

[ignorethewings.livejournal.com]

[Actually, no. Ben hasn't had to convince himself that someone's not real yet, but that doesn't mean that he's any stranger to bad days. Just different sorts of bad days, apparently. Ones that don't involve hallucinations, or whatever it is that this other guy's seeing.

But Ben just nods back, pushing a smile of his own to the forefront.]

Yeah, bad days suck, man. Do you need any help or anything? [After all, there are both hospitals and bars here aplenty in the city.]

[likeshardmen.livejournal.com]

[ignore... ignore the freakishly tall guy talking to himself, Allie and fix this car. Has to be done by today -

She walks over, reaches uuuup, and taps his shoulder] Sit. You look dead on your feet, man.

[prodigalsammy.livejournal.com]

[He jumps at first, staring at her in confusion before he tries to cover it with a weak smile, laughing nervously before he glances around, sitting in the nearest chair.]

Thanks, I've just had...a really long and bad day. Sorry if I disturbed your work.

[Cause Dean's going to kill him that he's having someone else work on the car rather than himself. But he can't really focus with Lucifer nagging him right now.]

[likeshardmen.livejournal.com]

[...why you gotta be nice, huh? Allie smiles a little and shakes her head, awkwardly rubbing the back with her gloved hands] It's cool... and believe me, takes a lot more to break my concentration.

[it's not even that bad a problem, so she's tackling the other at the same time. She's talented, be in awe, tall guy] Want a drink or anything while ya wait?

[pretty-insect.livejournal.com]

[He looks down at the wound curiously] Who isn't?

[prodigalsammy.livejournal.com]

[He takes a deep breath before glancing up at this person, narrowing his eyes for a moment before he relaxes, huffing.] I am. I know I'm real.

[pretty-insect.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Questioning reality has never even occurred to Raziel, and he's curious as to how it's done.] How do you know?

[rebel-jo.livejournal.com]

[prodigalsammy.livejournal.com]

J-Jo? [See this? It's nothing but shock on his face.]

[rebel-jo.livejournal.com]

(Looks straight at him, an uplifted expression on her face.) It's me...