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"Uh…" I hesitate. "Lake? Pig? I don't know."

"What do you mean 'you don't know?'" Kevin asks. "You said you could help with the translation!"

"I'm sorry, guys," I say with a sigh. "I can't read it."

"But you're an archangel!" Dean exclaims.

"Leave me alone," I say, glaring at him. He glares back. "I tried. That's more than you've done!"

"Are you kidding me?" he yells. "Cas beat the crap out of me when we found that tablet. I deserve respect!"

"Well, you sure aren't getting any from me!"

"Will you guys please shut up?" Kevin shouts. "I'm trying to work here!"

"Well, I can't go anywhere, so make Dean go away!"

"You can't make me go away," he says angrily. "This is my bunker!"

"Well, technically, it belongs to the Men of Letters," says Sam, who has just entered the room, holding a beer.

"We're legacies!" Dean says defensively.

"It doesn't matter-" Sam begins, but it cut off by a loud whooshing sound.

"Hello, Dean," Cas says, suddenly standing a few feet away from me with a large takeout bag in his hand. He turns to Sam and nods his hello. "Sam, Sandy, Kevin. I brought dinner."

"We have a kitchen now, Cas," Dean says.

"I'll eat it," I say, glancing at Dean. "I don't like your cooking anyway."

"What's wrong with my cooking?" Dean asks angrily.

Cas tilts his head. "Are you two fighting?"

"We're not fighting," I say. "Dean's just being an asshat."

"Hey!"

"Well, you are," I reply. "You're making me go stir crazy."

"Then just stay away from him," Cas says.

"It's not as easy as you think! I can't leave, remember?"

"Dean, maybe you should drive into town," Sam suggests. "See if there's a case."

"We're in the middle of a case right now," he protests.

"We're not getting anywhere," Sam says, glancing at me. "Our prophet's completely clueless, and our best chance at translating the tablet is lost. Why not hunt some wendigos or vamps in our spare time?"

""Fine," Dean grumbles. "I'm gonna go get my keys." He disappears down a hallway.

"That should give you a little time," Sam says, looking at me.

I smile. "Thank you."

Dean comes back into the room, keys in hand. He points to Sam. "Don't just sit there and flirt. Do something useful, like research."

Sam opens his mouth to say something, but Dean's already out the door.

"Hey, can I ask you a favor?" I ask Sam fifteen minutes later.

He looks up from his book, still in a slouching position. "Sure."

"I know I'm not supposed to leave this place, but-"

"You're not going out. Don't try to talk me into letting you leave."

"But you'd be going with me!"

"No. It's too dangerous."

"But this is really important," I plead.

His sighs and rolls his eyes. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to go to my old vessel's graduation."

He sits up in his chair. "Why?"

"She asked me to come. I have no intention of breaking my promise to her."

"Who was your vessel?"

"She was a girl named Ashley Tanner. She got good grades and she was the president of chorale. She's the valedictorian, and she's going to Stanford. Her parents…. well, her parents run some bigshot oil company, and they have a business trip the weekend that Ashley graduates. They're not going to be there. But I will be. I promised her."

"Fine. I'll talk to Dean about it."

"No," I hiss. "He'd never let me go. It can be just you and me."

"Oh, no," he says, shaking his head. "That's not gonna happen. Remember what happened the last time it was just us two?"

Azrael's body flashes in my mind. "Yes."

"Then I'll talk to Dean about it. Cas can come, too."

"Great," I mutter. "Let's just make it a field trip."