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He takes a deep breath and lets it out. "Probably. To be honest with myself. Although my boyfriend might get to anyone who hurt me before you could."

Adam gets up off the floor where he was studying and starts pacing around the room a little bit. "I wouldn't take them off the crazy list either, to be honest. I don't know them that well, and they seem it, at least to me. My story? Basically, I was a happy, normal kid who went home for the summer my first year in college and found out about all this shit the hard way when the bad guys decided to kill me and my mom in revenge for something the dad I barely knew did that I never knew about. And then I basically get rescued by somebody else and used as leverage against said brothers, that I also never knew about. And then got literally touched by an angel, who jumped into literal hell where we got trapped in a cage with Lucifer himself for over 600 years (but only six years up here) until me and Michael--that's the angel--managed to claw our way out and back to humanity, which is where I am now." He takes another breath!

"It's...not my favorite subject."

"Well, if he ever needs back-up, you have my number."

Leo listens to the story, second glass of scotch in his hand as he moves to sit down on the couch, feet kicked up onto the coffee table in front of him. He's in the one room on the lower floor that was unaffected by the group of people that broke into his house the night before. "I can understand why it's a topic you don't like to speak about."

There's a moment of quiet when Leo takes a sip. "Wait. Did you say Michael the angel? As in the Archangel Michael? And Lucifer, as in the fallen angel that was cast out of heaven damned to an eternity in hell?" And he thought his life was insane.

"Yes, I did." In the sort of sardonically cheery voice that means he can't even figure out how he got here. "As in the world basically almost ended until my brothers came and pushed him into the fire." He pushes his hair back. "So, I guess, any time things look bad...hey, you already survived the literal biblical apocalypse and didn't even know it."

"The taco in my dishwasher and shattered cabinet seems a whole lot less important in the grand scheme of things." Leo finishes his glass and gets up to refill it. "Definitely not a werewolf. Or demon. Pretty sure I'm not a ghost but the jury is still out on that. Maybe I died one of the times I was shot and I just didn't know it. Do ghosts know they're dead?"

"I think sometimes they do." He's still pacing, and leaves the bedroom almost without even realizing it. "But I'm pretty sure it's not a problem unless you start killing people. Er." He stops, and glances upwards, like he's contemplating a mark on the ceiling. "Killing people as a ghost, I mean."

"Bit late for that." He smirks even though Adam can't see it through the phone. "However, if I start feeling dead along with the homicidal tendencies, I'll let you know. Maybe you can send your monster hunting brothers over and they can also break through my security system and trash my house. Only this time it'll be in an attempt to kill me -can you be killed if your already dead?- and not to through a party in some random rich guys house."

There's a long pause. "We still having tacos?"

"Yeah." Adam still moves through the house. He may not be a hunter, but he's learned how to protect himself, up to a point. "You have to, um, find their body, throw salt on it, and burn it. There's exceptions, though. I don't know so well about those.

"I'd honestly be more worried about demons, if I were you." He picks a little statuette up and randomly turns it over. "They like to possess people and torture and kill everyone around them, just for fun. But as long as you're wearing an anti-possession symbol..."

He blinks. "Oh! Yeah! Sure. You got a favorite place?"

"Because that doesn't sound complicated at all. I think if I was dead, it'd be hard to find my body. I don't know where I'd have gotten killed." He shrugs, pouring another drink and returning to the couch. "An anti-possession symbol? What the hell is that?"

Leo takes another sip of his drink and sparks up a cigarette. "No. You're the taco pro."

"Well, you usually can't go far, I don't think. You'd have to ask one of the others, exactly. But, yeah, it's complicated. Which is why they specialize." He puts the phone down for a second so he can put on his jacket easier, then picks it back up. "Yeah, anti-possession symbol. I actually have it tattooed on my arm now." He took a page from his brothers' book at that! "I'll show you when I get there. It's...like a pentacle surrounded in flames, so, I mean, it makes a pretty cool tattoo."

He pauses on his way out the door. "Your housekeeper's not going to get mad at me for bringing more tacos over, is he?"

"Buffy makes demon hunting look so easy. Yes, I have seen Buffy." Purely because he could; there was genuinely no other reason for it. "Yeah, might sound less early 2000's emo kid if I see it in person."

It's Leo's turn to laugh then. "I've traipsed blood across white carpet that Gabriel has had to clean up. With the amount of money he gets paid to clean up this house, he gets mad about nothing." A beat. "I'm also pretty sure that my house keeper isn't an archangel. Just named after one. I could be wrong."

"I liked Buffy." He sets off walking. And then he has to laugh again about the tattoo thing. "You're probably not that far off," he says, glancing at his covered arm, "but, I mean, that's pretty much me in the early 2000s anyway, so I might as well own it."

He...makes a noncommittal noise. The Gabriel in his universe is dead...well...'dead'...but he's met a few around here in the multiverse. "I mean...probably not. It sounds kind of like a Gabriel thing to do, but probably not." He leans against the shelter of the bus stop, thinking. "He wouldn't, by any chance, be kind of small, with really expressive eyebrows, light browh hair and eyes, and may or may not have a huge, fake-looking mustache?"

"Buffy was a great show, as long as you ignored that it was super corny and that her guy friend was an asshat." Snorting a laugh, Leo kicks his shoes off and returns his feet once more to his coffee table. "Alright. I definitely wanna see this tattoo. And maybe some photos of you in your emo stage."

Leo's quiet for a long moment. "Wait, you've met him too? Wow. But no, he doesn't look anything like that. You'll probably meet him soon enough."

The guy Adam's sitting next to on the bus can't seem to stop hacking, so he edges a little closer to the edge of his seat. He'll...try to be careful who he sits next to when he's finally got the tacos. "You're ruining my memories, man," he protests while he shakes his head, laughing, "and you'll have to ask my grandma for those. I think she's got the only pictures left." He looks off and thinks for a minute. "Besides...it was small-town Minnesota in the early 2000s." He's grinning again. "If there are any, they're probably pictures of me basically wearing guyliner with my jeans and flannel."

He scratches his nose for a second. "Yeah. You might like him, actually. Really strong, twisted sense of humor. Has a thing about seeing people get what they deserve. Likes candy."

Leo grunts a non-committal noise in place of an apology because he isn't actually sorry. Buffy's friend had been a douche; if anyone was going to see it immediately, it'd be Leo. "Or you could ask her and then I can show you mine." He shrugs, even though Adam can't see it. "Well, I could show you my mugshot. I never had an emo phase." Or any phase that wasn't 'violent and bloody'. "Oh Jesus. Call it eyeliner. 'Guyliner' is ridiculous."

Snorting again, Leo nods. "Not much of a candy eater myself but he sounds like my kinda guy."

Adam's silent for most of that...and then bursts out laughing on the bus for the eyeliner bit. He kind of needs that. "Noted. And...okay, yeah, when I get there, it's your turn for storytime, you know that, right? Any requests for tacos?"

Leo's laughing too because honestly, it's funny, even if he does stand by his comment about 'guyliner' being ridiculous. It's right up there with the whole 'man bun' bullshit. It's a hair style, why does it need a gender in front of it?

"Yeah, I suppose I can accommodate. You can ask whatever you want. Word of caution, you might not always like the answer." There's a moment of quiet while Leo things. "Meat. Cheese. Whatever. I'll eat most things."

Yeah, it's funny. It just sort of...came out, so hey. He grins, and then thinks, and then nods slowly, even though Leo can't see it. "Okay." He swallows. "And...the same offer stands for you, too." There's a lot he doesn't like to talk about, so, yeah, this is sketchy territory for him.

He gives a soft smile, though. "I'm here, though. I'm going to hang up and order tacos, okay? I'll be there soon."

Even with the offer, Leo remembers his previous statement about it not being his favourite subject and makes a mental note to tread carefully if he asks anything else about it. Adam's a good guy and Leo isn't looking to upset him unnecessarily. He had a right to keep his trauma his own.

"Just press the button on the gate when you get here and I'll buzz you in."

"All right, I'll see you then." And then he'll hang up the phone and get ready to order.

A little while later--gosh, that bus was slow--he shows up at the gate, bag of tacos in hand. He had a lot of trouble not eating them on the way over, trust him! Leans over and squints at the button before pressing it; it's a lot fancier than what he usually sees on apartment buildings and the like. He presses it, finally. "Hey?" he says, hesitantly, not sure if it's an intercom or not.

Leo's at least three more glasses of scotch in and he's organized the new security system to be installed the following day by the time Adam arrives. His intercom buzzes and Leo presses the button, unlocking the small gate beside the main gates that's specifically meant to allow people to walk in.

"Smile, you're on camera." A snort. "Doors unlocked, come straight in."

He, uh, tries not to look too startled on camera. And turns toward the smaller gate that he didn't even see before. "Thanks!" He calls back to the intercom as he remembers to be polite at the last minute, then starts finding his way in. Navigating as best he remembers from party night.

Leo's leaning against the door frame when Adam finally comes into view. The driveway is long and leads up into a huge open space. One the right of the house is a large garage, one that is heavily secured and holds multiple cars and the yard is filled with well tended gardens. It's all incredibly over the top considering the man who owns it.

"Welcome back. You find it again okay?"

ooc: I won't lie, I spent at least ten minutes trying to find the most ridiculous looking house. I kept finding aspects I liked but not the whole picture so I'm pretending that the grey circle in the middle of the driveway is actually a garden bed and I'm pretending the housing building to the right is garages. And I'm obviously pretending that the garden is a little more garden like, filled with flowers and shrubs and trees and a pond.

((Oh my god, that is incredible. Can I pretend the circular garden bed has a giant palm tree in the middle, or something equally out of place for whatever climate Leo lives in? ...Also I'm glad I'm not the only one who can spend over ten minutes looking at references. Probably more, in my case.))

...He's not gonna lie, he's currently couchsurfing at his boyfriend and his boyfriend's mom's house, his entire stash of belongings literally fits inside a cardboard box, and he's pretty seriously intimidated right now in the sober light of day.

"Yeah, it wasn't that hard to find." He rubs the back of his neck, looking around. ...Okay, that must be a garage. Good. Last night he thought he was seeing twohouses. That's a relief. "So...this is your place, huh? Wow."

I'm not sure Leo is the type to do that, but I don't see why you can't picture it? He probably paid a fortune for the landscaper and had a certain idea in mind for what he wanted. However, he probably does own a house somewhere where palm trees are normal? :P

"No, I imagine it wasn't. It... stands out." He has the decency to look sheepish because he's aware that his house is ridiculously oversized especially given that he's usually alone here. "Yeah. This is my place. It's uh... big." He steps aside and indicates for Adam to head inside. The decor is modest at least; sleek, well polished timber and soft leather with minimal decoration and no clutter. Given that a group of heathens broke in the night before and through a party, the house is incredibly clean -thank you Gabriel- and aside from the window that's in need of repair, there's no sign of the party at all.

The most common thing is the wine racks, all filled and sorted by country and year. And then there's the cabinets filled with various whiskeys, scotches and bourbons as well as glasses. Leo leads him through the house and into the kitchen. "I can give you the proper tour later if you'd like?"

((I was being silly and I don't think it came through in text, sorry. :) ))

"I mean, it's a really nice house." He starts looking around as they go in, really comfortable with the decoration--if it was filled to the brim with baroque antiques, he'd probably be even more intimidated right now. As it is, he's really impressed by how clean it is considering the party and feeling a little self-conscious about his ripped jeans and cigarette smell. "Sure!" Looking quickly to Leo when he mentions about a tour. "I bet you've got some interesting places in here. It's really nice."

True! XD

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SPN's Gabriel is incredible, jsyk. One of my favorites. :)

I was watching it on Netflix. I think I got as far as S10? Gabriel is one of my faves

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