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[LEGITIMATE FIVE SECONDS OF SURPRISED DUMB LAUGHTER MUFFLED THROUGH THE WALLS.]

[ugh the thing is disgusting and torn apart and covered in dog drool and once Rei gingerly picks it up with a cloth and dumps it out of her window, she strips her bed clean and contemplates burning her sheets to get rid of the

dead mouse germs.

in retrospect it's kind of ridiculous that a teenager that has literally died and gotten torn apart and put back together in order to save the world finds a dead mouse disgusting BUT]

It isn't funny.

That's how the Black Plague was spread.

Jerk.

I hope that's not a hint at another vision.

[He's only half joking, how the fuck will he know what Adstring brings.]

No.

A giant dragon is coming soon to destroy half of the city.

No plague yet.

... Okay, the dragon thing sounds kind of like something I'd like to hear about?

You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.

[His neutral expression wavers into something heavier.

A minute or so later:]

This future is a little more important than mine right about now.

It isn't up to you to discount your own importance.

I got that memo decades ago.

I'm discounting it now.

So if you've already made your decision, what harm will it do in telling me?

If your fate is so sealed, then there's nothing to concern yourself with.

Right?

Why do you want to know enough to keep this going?

Because you might not be born to be the hero, but I am. That means doing whatever I can do to help those that need it, which includes my friends. And if someone dangerous is inside the city, then I need to know about it, to keep people safe.

Devalue your future if you want -- that's your choice and your decision. But I want to know the reason why.

[He frowns.

Well, he glosses over most of the hero stuff, because really... even if she's the hero, he's not really all that comfortable telling her about his life. On the flipside, though... she's right about the danger. Gadreel, as far as Sam's concerned, is a threat.

He's quiet for a moment.]

I'm assuming you know how angel possession works.

[VICTORY]

Castiel told me.

The angel has to get permission from whoever they're taking as a host, right?

Yeah.

It's not much of a secret, but I have a bad history with possession, angels included.

[He hesitates. Talking about himself? That's just crazy.]

I was dying in a coma. My brother knew I would rather die than have another angel inside me, so he allowed an angel to pretend to be him and enter my mind. Apparently, he could heal me as long as he used me as a vessel. I thought it was my brother, so I said yes to letting him help me.

After this angel possessed me, he and Dean decided to keep my memory erased, so I wouldn't know he was there.

[There's a good five minute span before Rei manages to form words to send another text.]

Are you serious.

Wish I wasn't. I guess it went on this way for a few weeks, or a few months.

Something happened, around the time Dean's from.

[There's a pause, and he has to stop himself from getting worked up at the very thought.]

The angel lied about who he was. He possessed me completely and killed my friend. And then he left with my body. Nobody knows what happened or where he went after that.

[Rei honestly doesn't really know how to answer that.

On one hand, she's furious. Dean is an idiot. Idiot. She's not from their universe, but she's met enough angels to know that trusting them is a stupid idea.

But on the other hand, she can get it. She has someone she loves that much, someone she would refuse to let go. She's died for them, resurrected for them, all of the above. And if she had the opportunity to stop Usagi from dying, she would do it, no matter what it took.

No wonder everything was messed up.]

I'm guessing the angel who did all of this is here, because everyone is acting like Lucifer turned up in this house.

Yeah. Gadreel's here.

You wanted to know. There you go.

[Well, that's magical. And Rei remembers her part of the bargain which now feels kind of stupid in comparison.]

I had a vision of a massive dragon destroying parts of the city and a bunch of people dressed in weird outfits trying to kill it.

That's

pretty much it.

Oh.

Goody. I guess.

[Now if you'll excuse him, all the mild humor and happiness he'd had about 5 minutes ago has been sucked right out of him, and everything looks really bleak and sad, so he's gonna just lay down and pretend he's sleeping.]

Given my track record of always being right and given Adstring's record of always being weird, it's going to happen.

I don't really remember a lot of what I've been through since I've come back, but I'm going to place my bets on "I've been through worse than a dragon".

It sounds like you have been too.

Cheer up and pick up a sword.

Can't. Have fun with that, though.

[He's not strong enough to do anything with a sword, so.]

You're perfectly capable of doing something, even if it's not the something you want.

Stop whining.

:)

Like you whined about that dead mouse?

I can do things, just not with a sword.

[Duh, Rei. Also:]

:)

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