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Oh, Meg could see right past the meatsuit the feathery guy was wearing, in spite of his humanly vibe he gave off.

How had Meg known this?

Common demonic abilities, really. It was easy to tell whether or not one was a soul, per se, and… She wasn’t entirely sure if Angels even counted as souls, or if they were simply beings on their own. 

Whatever the case, though, the dude couldn’t have entirely been a human. Meg still casually greeted the him, anyhow.

“What’s shakin’, feathers?”

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Dean and Sam walked into Bobby’s place, letting the door swing shut behind them. “BOBBY!” Dean yelled. “WE- oh, hey there, Jake. Nice to see, ya, man!” Dean lowered his voice as a man walked around the corner to them. It was their old friend and Bobby’s adopted son. Wow. Hadn’t seen him in a while.

“Hey, Jake,” Sam greeted their friend as well. “We’re looking for Bobby. He around here any- dude, hey, are you ok?”