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"So you remember Anna, right?"
Bobby lets Sam and Dean in with a smile and holy water laced beers. Dean barely noticed the diluted drink, too uneasy and it's obvious Bobby has noticed from the way he's got his arms cross and eyebrow raised and is staring at them.
Dean has never felt more like a naughty child than he does now under Bobby's gaze, "The chick who turned out to be an angel?" he asks.
"Yeah," Sam says, "She ripped out her grace and was born as a human."
"I remember," Bobby says, not sure what they're probably getting at, "I'm not senile yet."
"Yeah, well… you see she went her whole life as a human, and then she got her grace and she was still the same, just with…"
Bobby's losing track of Sam's rambling explanation. Dean can see it in his eyes, which is his only excuse for blurting out, "Sam and I are angels."
Bobby's gaze slides over to him. He blinks for a moment, "Are you hearing voices or do you remember?"
"We remember," Sam says, "Or rather Dean knew for a while and I just got my memories and grace back. But we're still the same people, Bobby, you have to understand that."
Dean feels a rush of anxiety. It's a weird feeling, and it sits heavily in his stomach. He's still waiting for the rejection, for the angry accusations and shotgun and holy water and--
"Okay."
Dean blinks, "Wait… what?"
"Okay," Bobby says again with a shrug, "Do you have angelic duties to attend to or do you have time for a hunt I thought you might like."
Sam seems to be just as disbelieving as Dean, "You believe us?" he asks, "And… you're okay with this?"
"Well if it's a joke it's not funny," Bobby narrows his eyes.
"It's not a joke, I swear," Sam splutters, "I mean… I'm the Devil, how can you be okay with that? I'm barely okay with that..."
"Sam," Dean hisses, because this was not their plan, "We were going to ease him in gently."
"But I'm the Devil, Dean," Sam turns pleading eyes on him, "I'm evil incarnate. I don't want to be evil incarnate… I barely did anything. So I corrupted a few souls, burned a few cities… I've been in time out for over a millennium, I've learned my lesson…"
Sam's still making puppy-dog eyes. Dean doesn't know what to do, "It's okay," he says, trying to be reassuring but it falls flat, "You're not going to end the world, that's the important thing…" he turns back to Bobby, ready to fly Sam and him out of there if he starts shooting. But Bobby just seems slightly puzzled over everything.
"I don't get it," Bobby frowns, looking first from Sam to Dean and then back.
Sam shifts next to him and Dean tries to think of another way to explain. Sam had wanted to do this gently but Dean's not good at subtle, "I'm Michael," he says, "And Sam's Lucifer."
"Dean," Sam hisses, swatting at him and Dean steps out of reach.
Bobby is still staring.
"I'm not deaf," he says, slowly, "I heard you the first time. But I don't get it. How come Sam's the Devil?"
Dean's mind stutters and then backtracks, "Uh… sorry, come again?"
"I mean, you're the kid who managed to blow up my shed when I left him alone for ten minutes. Sam on the other hand…"
Sam preens. He fucking preens, chest puffing out slightly and wings tilting with smugness. They're still slightly dove-grey with ash instead of the white they should be and Dean eyes them vindictively. He's got some cleaner for his car, he might crack it out just for this occasion.
Dean turns back to Bobby, "So what, Sam's an angel, fine, that makes sense but I can't be?"
Bobby gives him the stink eye, "Oh, I never said that. But you were probably the worst angel up there blaspheming and chasing tail and--"
Dean chokes a little. Sam's laughing the little bastard. Dean hits him with a wing and it's really satisfying to see his too-tall brother flail for balance.
"You're the worst sort of angel I've ever heard of," Bobby finishes, with a shrug.
"Ah," Dean manages to plaster on a wide, shit-eating grin, "But you have heard of me."
His grin falls flat when Bobby just raises one eyebrow, "Point proven," he says, and turns away.
"B-but I'm Michael!" Dean says. He's not whining dammit.
"So does that mean you have a flaming sword?" Bobby shouts back to him, "Good, I've got a demon problem in Nebraska for you to take on, oh Saint Michael the Archangel…"
"Is he mocking me?" Dean's a bit confused, glancing at Sam, "Is he mocking me?"
Sam still looks like he's trying not to laugh. Dean glares at him and strides away from his irritating little brother. He should have left him in time-out. He's going to go find Castiel, at least Cas respects him.