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You say that now, but then you don't know how to have fun, do you, Sammy boy? At least Dean can do enough for both of you.

I see little to no other options, Sam.

Yeah, not exactly my idea of fun, Meg.

[He was really beginning to wonder why they hadn't killed her yet.]

[Sam signed. He knew the angel was right. He was just so damn tired of these likely-to-end-in-death plans.]

Look. Let's just...try to figure something else out, okay?

What's not a good idea?

[Sam looks up, surprised. He'd thought he was alone.]

Oh, um, nothing. Just, um...never mind.

[He shifts, trying to shield the summoning ritual from view. Thank god he'd realized the other man was there before he started. He had a feeling he'd have a hard time explaining the King of Hell dropping by for a visit.]

Umm... No. I've heard that phrase and others like it enough times to know it's not nothing. So what's a bad idea?

[Sam sighs and comes up with a lie. Because he's been in this situation enough to know how to make up a decent one. And right now, he's going to play the innocent, affable card.]

Nothing. Just was about to call a...not friend exactly. What do you call someone who screws you over ten times for every one time he's actually useful?

[The grain of truth will hopefully let the lie stick and the other man will hopefully not notice the devil's trap or other things that to the untrained eye look like he's about to summon Satan.]

I'd call them a nuisance and a con.

[He looks around at the signs of a possible ritual.]

Which demon are you trying to summon?

[And that surprises the crap out of Sam.]

You're a hunter? Or, I mean, how do you know about demons. And I swear, I'm not trying to summon him to...kill anything. Kinda the opposite.

[He's still not sure if he should tell the other guy that he's trying to summon the King of Hell, but hey. He's yet to meet a hunter who knows Crowley by name. He and Dean were just lucky that way...

He sighs.]

You ever hear of a demon called Crowley?

Not exactly. I've picked up a little from my brother. His last official job had him doing a lot of rituals. I wouldn't judge you either way. I can think of a few people who would deserve that.

Can't say I have.

There are official jobs that deal with this crap? Huh. Should probably look into that.

[Because, given how much crap this job puts him through, some kind of paycheck would be nice.]

Well, guess you're lucky then. He's a...dick, actually. But...he can help me. If he wants to. I...kinda lost someone. Two people, actually. Think he might know where they are.

Yes, there are. But they're not exactly Hunter-friendly. And you'd have to sign your soul away to get hired. I'm still trying to get Lindsey out of that mess. [He gives a quiet, tired sigh. It hasn't been going well. At all]

Who? I might have some connections that could help.

[Sam sighs. He knows that situation all to well.]

Your brother, older or younger?

Thanks, but I don't think you can. They were kinda...I don't actually even really know what happened to them. But...I'm actually looking for my brother, Dean and...my friend. Castiel. He's an angel.

[Even if Sam doesn't logically think he can help him, he still wants to believe it. He's so tired of trying to figure this out on his own.]

Older. By nine minutes. The damn firm gave him a full ride through law school provided he'd sign on with them once he was done. Not that he knew what they were like back then. He had a chance to walk away. And threw it out over someone being a dick. [He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. How can someone so smart be so stupid?!

He frowns thoughtfully.] So it's some kind of mystical portal shit. Lindsey might know of some way to track where they were pulled.

Mine too, but by four years. He...he found himself in a similar situation once. The whole...soul selling thing. Do you know who has the deed?

[He honestly figures its Crowley, but he's not sure if he still does that, now that he's a king. And if this guy's willing to help him, he'll return the favor.]

Maybe. I mean, I think so. That's why I was calling Crowley. He was there and seemed to know more about it than anyone else.

It's part of his job contract. The Senior Partners of the firm hold the contract but I've never heard any names given for them.

Yeah, the guy's a nuisance, all right. I'd bet everything I own that he knows where they are but can't help you get them back. I'll talk to my brother and see what I can find out for you.

No, your idea of fun is getting juiced and popping off demons. [ Her tone is still teasing, even if she is a little bitter about what he did. But she figures that he might be more bitter about her bringing that up ]

That's how it always is. Trust me.

< small>[And he would know, given how much soul selling crap he'd seen.]

Really? Thanks. I mean...I'm getting kinda desperate. I've been looking for them for months. Which is why I was going to call Crowley. And...let me know if there's anything I can do about your brother.

[He is. He glares at her and wonders for the umpteenth time why they haven't killed her yet before remembering her help with Cas. He sighs.]

Let's just...get this over with, okay? Them we can go back to avoiding each other.

Hey, it's your family. I'd be surprised if you weren't.

And thanks.