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[The video feed shows Meg standing in her apartment bedroom. There's a can of spraypaint in her hand, which she's shaking up with a clacking sound coming from the can as its mixed.

Her lips purse and she whistles a happy tune as she lifts the can to the wall and starts to spray paint a design. It's not your traditional grafitti. Instead, it's a mix of circles, lines and symbols.

Nothing like beginning your home decor with a little angel-proofing. And if her roomies aren't careful, she's going to migrate these symbols onto the living room walls, too.]

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I don't think you're gonna find this in any book.

Going back to you can just spill it

Which takes us back to, you can just eat me.

[Guess he'll have to find out another way...]

Don't tempt me.

[He won't eat her, but he's not above hitting a woman - if that's what she is - to get the information he requires. Either way he needs a good look of these symbols. He needs to find out where she lives, and lurk.]

[John is a smart hunter and he can find ways of getting the information he needs. Since it's obvious the woman he texted is an initiate, it doesn't take a genius to stake-out the initiate housing. A little detective work and he can break right into apartment #505.

Like the other units, it's a 3 bedroom apartment, but Meg's room is really very obvious, since it does have those symbols decorating the walls. There isn't much else inside, though, beyond the furnishings the place came with.]

[He makes his way inside quietly. After checking all the rooms he finally enters what obviously is her room to examine those symbols.

He's never seen their like, and he's seen a lot. Quickly, he copies them into a small notebook. Snapping pictures? What?]

[Meg is pretty aware of when she's being watched. She figured it was only a matter of time before the stranger came snooping around.

What surprises and pleases her is to see who it is. Could her day get any better? Not likely!

Though John might not have heard her come in, he most definitely will hear her shut the bedroom door. Meg turns to look at him and smiles.]

I don't think this is your room. And if you're looking for the panty drawer, you're way off.

[He'll have to check the dresser for that.]

[He freezes before turning around. Dammit. Guess Dean isn't the only one who's out of practice. While hell sounds like pretty much the most understandable excuse in the world, John would never excuse himself. His hand rests on his gun.]

Don't cause me any trouble, and this'll all be over in a minute.

[Good thing for Meg, she's dealt with John Winchester before.

She doesn't look intimidated by his threat and when he touches his gun, her hand slides her jacket back to reveal a knife.]

Those symbols could be useful to you, if you knew what they actually did.

[No kidding, Sherlock. Why do you think he's there?]

And you're gonna tell me that.

[Not a question; in person he can actually threaten her. He watches the knife but it doesn't intimidate him. He's faced so much worse.]

And why would I do that?

[Her voice is a bit challenging.]

'Cause you've got a gun? Baby, I've dealt with far worse than you. Things that don't need guns or knives to skin you alive.

If you wanna know what those symbols do, you're gonna have to tell me what you want 'em for and who the hell you are.

What I want 'em for depends on what they do.

[Hunters; gotta hate them. He scowls but getting her to talk would be a hell of a lot easier than researching this on his own in this weird world he doesn't even understand.

And he's already got the law on his ass for one shooting; he'd rather not shoot a person, if this is what she is. She definitely acts like a hunter.]

I'm a hunter.

[Her eyes sweep over him and she nods a bit.]

I believe you. You do act like a hunter.

[She smirks.]

Even if you're not, you should protect your ass, anyway.

Name's Nicki.

[He nods before offering the same half-true name he did to the last person insistent on calling him something.]

Eric. You wanna tell me what you're keeping out with those?

['Nicki' moves her hand away from her knife and holds her hands up briefly. See? She's not going to try anything. A glance goes to the symbols and back to 'Eric'.]

Angels.

[And with that one word, she's watching the expression on John's face.]

[His expression doesn't reveal a lot. He still isn't sure how he feels about being presented with their existence. Despite everything Dean told him about this Cas it's going to take a heck of a lot more than just pretty words to get him on board the trust express.]

Most people look to welcome 'em in. What d'you know about 'em? [His hand stays on his gun, but his stance relaxes a little bit; he buys her as a hunter, everything she did so far screamed it, aside for showing her face on the network. He wonders if she knows of the angel's presence, if her little show was meant for him.]

I know that if you're welcoming them, you don't know a damn thing about angels.

[She eyes him a bit as she strolls toward the wall and then stares at the symbols.]

They come from heaven, sure, but they can't be trusted. They might say they're on your side, but angels only do what their superiors command.

I'm not gonna tell you there's a God. I've never seen Him if he exists. But I've seen angels. One demon or one ghost is still just one thing to fight. But an angel, one of them can waste a town of a thousand before you can blink an eye.

[Far from welcoming them, she says exactly what he feared he'd hear. He loves Dean, and would trust him with his life. But the boy is obviously rusty, and that makes him question his judgment as well. It's a lot easier to believe that the freak hounding his steps is a dangerous monster than a trained puppy. He turns after her, his eyes never straying.]

And these symbols keep them out? What else do you know about them?

['Nicki' frowns a bit to think.]

Well, you can only know so much. You can read plenty of books about them.

I know they have to take a body. If you see one, that's an angel riding around in some poor sap's skin.

They're possessing people. Like demons.

[Mary used to say angels were watching over Dean. God, what he wouldn't give to avoid that being true now.]

How d'you fight them?

There aren't a lot of ways that work.

There's a weapon that can hurt 'em, but angels have them.

There's also a sigil you can use to banish them. Only works for a few hours, though, but it'll give you enough time to clear out if you need to.

What's the weapon and what's the sigil?

[Finally, something's going his way - he's getting the information he needs. A way to banish Cas from Dean's side if the worst case scenario happens - and to be honest when doesn't it happen to Winchesters?]

Show me -

It's a blade. Angels use 'em, and as far as I know, they're the only weapons that can kill one. They're about this long.

[She holds her hands out to show the length.]

With a sharp point and shine like pure silver.

The sigil...

[Meg goes to a drawer and pulls out a sheet of paper and a pen. She starts drawing the sigil onto the paper.]

It looks like this. You paint it on a surface, a wall, something like that, but it's gotta be done in blood. Then you just press your hand into the middle of it, and the angel vanishes. I don't know where they go, and I don't really give a damn. If one's about to toast you, don't hesitate to use it. Could save your life.

[Oh he won't hesitate]

Does it matter what kind of blood? Does it have to be fresh?

[Because drawing that takes time and if he could have one of those at the ready, that would make his life a hell of a lot easier.]

I've only ever seen it done with fresh blood.

If you find out, tell me, alright?

[She smiles a bit and offers him the piece of paper.]

Hey, you seem alright, but I don't want it getting around that I'm a hunter. That video thing was a fluke, but I'm pretty sure you're the only one smart enough to know what you saw.

[A little smirk.]

Besides, I work alone. I don't need anyone bangin' on my door. I've gotta look out for myself.

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