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[ Gadreel's had quite enough of this - of dancing around the subject, of the thought of "reeducation" lingering over his head. The attempts at the bar were unsuccessful, Dean's attempts were unsuccessful, and finally, Sam's own lack of interest meant that he was finished with all of this. There's one person who seems a solid bet for this, so he messages her after sending Sam to sleep in his own head. ]

We should speak.

[ braeden's had better luck than sam, it seems - but that's not a subject to think about right now. right now, she's off work and the message pops into her head as she's showering off the sweat and dirt from construction.

she recognizes the name, twists her lips in an expression of surprise before she replies. ]

Should we? Is everything all right, Everest?

[ what, she has to get in the tall joke sometime. ]

[ At least she's responding. That's positive - more than he was expecting right off the bat. ]

...It is Sam.

[ Are you confused, Braeden? Gadreel furrows his brows a moment and then pushes forward. ]

I would like to speak. In person.

[ well, considering their original conversation, she's actually expecting this to be about discovering more about the city. ]

... I figured that from the name.

[ that response has her a little more guarded, but she figures hell, maybe he's different without a couple beers in him? time to find out. ]

If it's so important, yeah. Where you wanna meet?

[ Uh, well, he's under strict orders from Dean not to fucking do anything, ever, so her place seems a better option. ]

Where do you live?

[ lucky for gadreel, then, that braeden has no problems inviting people over, and doesn't blink an eye at it. ]

Building five. Apartment seven on floor two.

[ This is much easier than ever anticipated, okay, what is up with that. Gadreel hesitates a second, and then makes his way there, still wishing he could just fly, because that would be so much easier.

Soon enough, he's at her door, stiff and tense, just....standing there. He hops back on to send a message. ]

I am here.

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[ braeden dresses while he makes his way to her door. she throws on a pair of jeans and a loose black shirt, the neck cut out of it, and then busies herself so she's not idle while she's waiting.

when he sends the message, she rolls her eyes a little that he didn't knock and moves to open the door. ]

Hey, c'mon in.

[ she's a little surprised he's being so stiff, though. that wasn't the impression she got from him before, and it's starting to make the hairs on the back of her neck rise. ]

[ He supposes she's attractive, if they're going by human beauty standards, and he assumes she's probably done this before. If not, that's going to be...interesting.

He steps in, and tilts his head to look at her, considering a moment. Dean doesn't want him telling people who he is, but there's no other way to go about it. ]

I am not Sam.

[ she's definitely done it before, don't worry gadreel. not that she knows that's who she is.

especially considering that's the last thought on her mind when he steps inside. because if he isn't sam, then what the hell did she just let into her apartment? ]

Kay - then who the hell are you?

[ she knows how to take down grown men with guns as big as you, so she's not immediately threatened, but her posture is definitely defensive now. ]

...Ezekiel.

[ Yeah, let's go with that name, on the off chance she knows who he is, or what is going on there. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, awkward, and presses his lips together in a thin line. ]

We-- share a body. Sam is not aware. He would do a great deal to avoid complying with the city's demands. I, however, would like to avoid "reeducation."

Ezekiel.

[ she has no idea that he's actually an angel - no idea what the name means. hell, sam seemed enough like a normal guy, but maybe he's actually got people living in his head.

or maybe it's possession. she's pretty aware of that.

'sam is not aware' is kind of a big clue on that. but if it's true, there's not much she can do to help get him out - and letting him or the thing in his head go to re-education could fuck sam up worse. ]

Yeah, I got the sense he wasn't too happy with his options.

[ maybe she figured he'd find someone he could settle for. guess that didn't happen.

she raises her eyebrows, though. ]

So I'm basically your no re-education booty call?

[ Yeah, there's no way in hell he's letting her tell Sam what's up; he'll take over in an instant if that's the case, thanks. ]

He would rather there be consent. [ A pause, as he considers it. ] As would I, in this case. I would like to avoid this situation wholly, but there is no way to do that currently.

[ He might not know what a booty call is, either, but he can guess. His brow wrinkles a moment, and then he nods after a moment of consideration. ]

It benefits both of us. We are able to avoid reeducation. Sam does not have to do what he does not want to.

[ thankfully, she at least knows a little bit about possession as it works at home, and telling sam won't really help him. (but maybe she'll try, one day, and get an angry angel).

she watches sam (ezekiel) with a cautious look, before she finally shrugs. ]

You realize him not knowing about this means there's no consent for him. Which was the whole point of the problem.

[ it is not a no, though. she just wants to remind him of that fact. ]

But okay. You ever done this before, Ezekiel?

I am aware.

[ He's making the best of a shit situation, though. He doesn't have a lot of options - if he does this and Sam doesn't remember, then it's fine, and no one is the wiser. If they go to reeducation, both of them will suffer, and Gadreel's not about to do that. ]

I believe we would both rather do this, than "reeducation."

[ And there's the million dollar question. Gadreel's face twists up, not quite disgust but he's clearly uncomfortable. ]

I am aware of ... how it occurs.

You know what they say about assumptions.

[ makes an ass out of you and me. though maybe he doesn't, but whatever. she's willing to do this. even if makes her feel just a little skeevy, she knows she'll stay out and so will sam (and the guy in his head.)

his expression, though... ]

So you've never done it before, is what you're getting at.

[ she'd wager money sam's not a virgin so - this ought to be interesting. ]

No.

[ He doesn't, but he's just going to roll with it. It doesn't seem important in the grand scheme of things, and right now, he's more focused on making sure this happens. ]

I have access to his memories.

[ That...counts, right?

Gadreel shifts his weight again, all six plus feet of him awkward as all hell, frowning. ]

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sorry not sorry

man if braeden ever finds out about the angel in sam's head...

hahahha well. gadreel was going to just be like "LISTEN THIS IS WHAT'S UP"

8) also really sleeping now. for realsies.

NP NP sleep well. also sorry for the socially awkward angel.

awks is awks. also i think we might have to do the sex part in an actual log?

that's giving the angel a lot of credit for his bootycall skills, but yes :> if it works.

yeah if this goes sexy, it does need to be in a log /boo but double checked

NP that's fine ;>

i'm just lazy right now so i'm not moving it there yet /also cause bed boo

LOL no it's okay they're not boning yet so if they do we can do that idk ALSO GNIGHT

STEALTH TAG also ajglas i'm really entertained by this thread sorry

LMFAO I NEED TO GO EAT BUT I'M JUST LIKE /TAGS FURIOUSLY

yes goooood.

THIS IS going to be the worst thing ever for all parties involved im sooo sorry

I THINK i'll put my next tag in the log comm?? since it's gonna get awkward with sex.

WOW FAIL on my part I was using the wrong journal. I'M NOT USED TO THIS 2 GAMES/JOURNALS THING