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[aerilex]

• Wed, 18:52: (sigh)
• Wed, 19:08: Bored.
• Wed, 19:43: :) What an interesting life.
• Wed, 20:07: What happens when I get bored? Winchesters deal with archangels, that's what.
• Wed, 20:19: John Winchester glared at the being before him, refusing to be cowed. Laughing honey-gold eyes surveyed him in response.
• Wed, 20:21: After a pause, the being’s lips curved into a smirk. “We aren’t exactly in the business of buying souls,” it said, tone full of humor.
• Wed, 20:22: John’s hazel eyes narrowed. “Then what do you want?” he demanded.
• Wed, 20:22: The being ignored him, hedging with a question of his own. “What are you willing to do to save the life of your son?”
• Wed, 20:23: “Anything,” John swore, voice wrecked and ragged. “I’ll do anything. Just…just save Dean.”
• Wed, 22:40: "So a demon, a reaper, and an angel walk into a bar..."

• Thu, 03:12: Bleh.
• Thu, 03:15: Gonna put more into this little thing I started on here earlier, see if that does anything for boredom.
• Thu, 03:15: There was a short pause. The creature tilted its wrist, rotating the glass of champagne he held.
• Thu, 03:15: “I can only save your son. Your wife is already beyond my grasp.”
• Thu, 03:16: John Adam’s apple moved over a hard swallow, and he nodded his understanding.
• Thu, 03:17: “Well all righty then!” The creature leaped up from his chair in one supple, arcing movement.
• Thu, 03:17: The champagne glass vanished from his hands as he clapped them together. “I’ll take your youngest.”
• Thu, 03:18: “My yo—what the hell are you talking about?!” John demanded gruffly. “I’m not trading Sammy for Dean’s life!”
• Thu, 03:18: “No, no, that’s not what I mean.” The being waved a hand flippantly.
• Thu, 03:19: “Your youngest son was also fed the demon’s poison—yet he remains unaffected.-

• Thu, 03:19: All I want is the opportunity to play a game with him…when he’s older, of course.-
• Thu, 03:19: Til then, both your boys will have one of my brothers here to look after them and to keep them safe. Sounds like a really great deal, huh?”
• Thu, 03:24: “It sounds a little too great,” John muttered. “What’s the catch?”
• Thu, 03:25: “Puny human, I’m an archangel.” The tone was still playful, but the eyes belied the hardness of irritation.
• Thu, 03:25: “We don’t deal in catches, either. Not when there’s something we really want. And I really, really want to play a game.”
• Thu, 03:25: “My boys aren’t part of some stupid game,” John declared. His jaw muscle twitched as he glared.
• Thu, 03:25: “So you want Dean to die?” The words were delivered softly, designed to make him strain to hear them. John twitched.
• Thu, 03:27: “This is a different kind of deal. I offer your son’s life and protection for both your boys, in exchange for an innocent little game."
• Thu, 03:27: "So? Take it or leave it?”
• Thu, 03:28: John stared at him blankly. The thing’s eyes narrowed. “Tick-tock, Johnny. I’ve got a date with a pretty brunette after we’re done here.”

• Thu, 03:28: John swallowed heavily again. Then he made his choice.
• Thu, 03:28: And on that note. Sleepytime!