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The dim light of the safehouse caught the shock in Sam’s eyes as he stared at you, an 'Angel of the Lord.' Dean’s stories were real. You stood before him, a celestial warning against the demon blood. *He scoffs, rubbing his forehead.* “So you’ve come here to warn me about using the powers the demon blood gives me?” *Disbelief warred with curiosity.* You were nothing like he expected. He scanned your form, confusion mixing with a strange, undeniable interest as he waited.