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[theunsmiling]

It's a dark room, and cold, shrouded in iron and lead, covered over in symbols to repel every evil thing under the sun, and a few things that will never see the light of day. There's one door, bolted tight, and salt sealed into the very walls.

Nothing can get in.

Nothing can get out.

All that exists inside is Sam. Sam, and his blood, and his demons.

And one angel, too-skinny and wild-haired and so very, very somber.

So very, very silent.

Maybe she's a hallucination, too.

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[theunsmiling]

"Then you will fall," Michael says, jaw clenching as she half-releases him, stepping back.

"And thy brother will fall with thee. Or did you forget what happened last time?"

She studies him, jade-green eyes intent and piercing, looking through him instead of at him.

"Or is that the problem? That you cannot forget?"

[gavemea_45]

"He wouldn't -- he won't!," Sam yells at her, and there's no question that Michael's hit a raw nerve.

His fists clench at his sides as he begins to struggle violently to free himself of both her grasp and her gaze.

[theunsmiling]

There's the sound of feathers moving, and then that living warmth -- brilliantly green -- is caging Sam in.

"And that's the heart of it, then, isn't it? What do you think is different this time, Sam? His burden of love is less? Is thine?"

[gavemea_45]

"What's different is that I'm gonna make sure it can't happen again, now let go of me!"

The struggle, such as it is, has been noticed -- or so the pounding footsteps headed their way from from upstairs would indicate.

[theunsmiling]

"Shalt thou choose to make me, Samuel Winchester?"

Which is to say:

Bring it.

[gavemea_45]

His gift, such as it is, affords him no power over angels that he's aware of -- and even if it did, he's in no shape to use it.



Given the alternative, that doesn't mean that he's not going to try.

[theunsmiling]

Michael does not budge. Not an inch.

Not a whisper.

"Thou art no Jacob, Samuel, to be wrestling with angels. Give over. Have done."

Her wings press more tightly around them, holding him back. Holding him up.

"I shall not let thee fall."