canon au } of douchebag determent and right moments

[likely_evil]

Michael: [and it's Michael to the rescue, and he won't outright make it obvious, but he will place his hand against the small of her back gently to get both her and the douchebag's attention] Hey. Can I grab my usual table?

Molly: [smiling gratefully, not at all smiling about the touch of his hand on her back] Of course. I'll even get your coffee.

Michael: Thanks. [and he'll glance over to the other man with a smile] Hi, there.

Jerry: What the fuck you looking at, skinny?

Michael: [winces a bit at that] Wow. People have lost the ability to be friendly these days. [and with that he's going to head to his table]

Molly: [and she is going to head to Michael's booth and put down the coffee just as he likes it] Yeah, tell me about it.

Michael: That guy bug you a lot?

Molly: He travels through here once a week. Normally I can ignore him but I'm just tired. I'm working a double and haven't even had dinner yet.

Michael: Think you can swing a break?

Molly: I'll ask, but we're short staffed.

Michael: Yeah, but they still gotta give you like ... five minutes, don't they?

Molly: Not really. I grab a few bites in the kitchen between taking out plates.

Michael: I'm sorry.

Jerry: Hey, sweetheart. Bring your sweet cheeks over here and give me a refill. [holds up his coffee mug]

Molly: [sighs]

Michael: [this face]

Molly: You want your usual?

Michael: Please. Thanks, Molly.

Molly: No problem.

Jerry: I ain't getting any younger.

Molly: Yeah, Jerry and you ain't getting any prettier either. Hold your horses, I'm coming.

Michael: Take your time. I'll be here.

Molly: [and she will go to put in his order, and then grab the coffee to start walking around the diner to refill. After she refills Jerry's, he will slap her ass as she passes, and she will turn, going to slap him] That's enough!

Michael: [he knows she can take care of herself but he will straighten up a little bit, almost as though he's on alert]

Jerry: I just can't resist, Molly. A sweet piece of ass like you...

Molly: You know what, your dinner's on me. Get the fuck out of here.

Jerry: I'm not done. Fact, I thinking I want a nice piece of pie now.

Michael: [and nope, he's getting up] I think she told you to go.

Jerry: [turning to look at Michael] Who the hell are you?

Molly: No, I got this, Michael. [back to Jerry] You want me to call the cops, because I will. We got your plate and your truck number, and I already talked to your operations manager once that time you got food poisoning so I'm sure he'd love to talk to me again.

Michael: [and he won't disobey her, he'll just stare the guy down being scary and intimidating]

Jerry: [he's going to eye them both, and then grab his hat off the counter and put it on] You just wait, missy. Next time I'm passing through, ain't going to be as nice.

Michael: [and he's just going to continue to stare him down until he leaves]

Molly: [and when he's gone, she is just going to pinch her eyes] I need a vacation.

Michael: I don't blame you.

Molly: [she looks up at him and smiles] Thank you, for having my back.

Michael: [small smile in return] I hate douchebags like that. Before we moved here there was a group of them who used to hit on my sister.

Molly: So which one of you did the punching?

Michael: Both.

Molly: Good.

Michael: Anyway, at least he's gone.

Molly: Yeah. And maybe I can actually get a meal.

Michael: Fingers crossed.

Molly: I think I'm going to just go into the back a moment. I'll bring your food out when it's ready, alright?

Michael: Alright. [and he'll retreat back to his table with his coffee]

Molly: [and into the kitchen she will go, where after talking to the cook who saw it all, and that it's slowed down... she comes back out with two of the meals and brings it to his table] So, I've got fifteen minutes. Can I join you?

Michael: [glances up with a smile] Yeah. Go for it.

Molly: [and she will go to sit across from him, putting the tray between them.] So yeah, thank you again for that.

Michael: [shakes his head] No problem. Just ... let me know if he actually follows through on that promise. [he may have meals here a lot, just to be on the safe side]

Molly: You signing up for knight in shining armor detail?

Michael: Maybe. If you don't mind having me around.

Molly: I don't. You tip well. [grins]

Michael: [he laughs] Well, it's great service.

Molly: You're welcome. [and she will nibble on a fry] I'm surprised your uncle isn't in here, trying to hit on someone.

Michael: Who, Dean?

Molly: The one I had to rescue you from last time.

Michael: No, that was my cousin, Ben.

Molly: [is confused] I thought his name was Dean.

Michael: They look alike. It's easy to get them confused.

Molly: Ah.

Michael: [he shrugs] He's out in California now.

Molly: [tilts her head] He is?

Michael: Yeah. Moved in with his girlfriend.

Molly: Well that's good.

Michael: Yeah. It's been good for him.

Molly: But you miss him, don't you?

Michael: Yeah, but we talk all the time.

Molly: That's good at least. He didn't just dive into her bed and totally cut off all ties to the outside world.

Michael: God no. It took him like ... three years to move out there to begin with.

Molly: Wow, he's not fast on the uptake, is he?

Michael: [he laughs] He's not usually the relationship type.

Molly: She must be someone special then.

Michael: Yeah, she's great. She's really good for him.

Molly: And your sister's got a guy too, right? I remember them coming in for food one day.

Michael: Yeah, Hal. She's been seeing him on and off for a while.

Molly: And you?

Michael: [he shrugs] Just me.

Molly: Nothing wrong with that.

Michael: My family seems to think so.

Molly: Families tend to be too nosy for their own good.

Michael: I agree.

Molly: It could be worse. You ever see My Big Fat Greek Wedding?

Michael: [shakes his head]

Molly: Let's just say there are worse overinvolved families to be a part of.

Michael: I'll take your word for it.

Molly: [and she is going to focus on her food a bit]

Michael: [and he will do the same, before glancing up again] Is your family like that movie?

Molly: Mine? No. I actually don't really talk to my family anymore.

Michael: How come?

Molly: [she bit her lip a moment] They were disappointed in me when I was a teenager.

Michael: [his brow furrows] Why? [but then he wonders if he knows her well enough to go there] Sorry, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

Molly: No, no it's fine. It's just... it's a long story, and I'm usually drinking alcohol when I talk about it.

Michael: Well, we can save it for when you get off. I do know where to find a good supply of booze.

Molly: [she debates for a moment, then nods] Alright.

Michael: Okay. Sounds good.

Cook: Molly! Fifteen is up!

Molly: Back to the grind.

Michael: I'll see you when you finish.

Molly: I'll keep coming by and refilling your coffee until then.

Michael: [he grins] Sounds good.

Molly: [and she will be back to turning tables and refilling his coffee every half hour until her shift is up and she's hanging up her apron]

Michael: [and he'll be waiting out by his car, fishing out the booze from the back seat of his car where Dean stashed it]

Molly: [and she will come out and laugh] Well, that wasn't a far trip.

Michael: [he grins] My uncle is always prepared in the booze department. But we can still drive somewhere before we open it, if you want.

Molly: Well, I did say you were driving.

Michael: Alright. Hop in.

Molly: [and she will nab the bottle from him, and go to the passenger side and do so]

Michael: [and off they go to drive out to an open area where they can see the stars, and Michael will hop out and lean back on the hood so that they can get comfortable]

Molly: Nice place. Come here often? [and she will hop up next to him]

Michael: When I need to get out and clear my head.

Molly: Well, this is definitely a large enough area to unfuck your head. [takes a sip of the alcohol and passes the bottle]

Michael: [takes it from her and takes a sip] Yeah. And it reminds me of where I lived before I came here.

Molly: Farmland?

Michael: Yeah. You could just see for miles.

Molly: Sounds nice, actually.

Michael: It was. Sometimes.

Molly: I didn't even know what the stars really looked like until I got here.

Michael: Where'd you live before here?

Molly: Los Angeles.

Michael: Wow. That's ... different.

Molly: What? City girl ending up in the middle of nowhere?

Michael: From what I understand, usually people run to the cities.

Molly: Yeah, well I'm not your usual kind of girl. [smirks]

Michael: I'm getting that.

Molly: [she will take back the bottle and take another swig of it] Well, the way a city girl ends up out here is when her parents disown her when she gets pregnant at sixteen by her college boyfriend.

Michael: [winces] That's cold.

Molly: [nods] Yeah, well cold as it is, that's what happened. Boyfriend brought me out here to his family but they weren’t all that happy either.

Michael: I don't get that.

Molly: Get what?

Michael: I don't know - when I was growing up, it was a place where it was a shitty life expectancy for a baby. I'd get why people would be unhappy about it there. But here? There are so many options for giving it a good life. I'd get that it can be a shock, but it's not something to lose family over.

Molly: There's a stigma about girls who get pregnant as a teenager. No one said anything about the guy, but I was the one who should have known better. And that's the nice way of putting it.

Michael: [rolls his eyes] That's bullshit.

Molly: [she looks at him, and then holds the bottle out again] Coulda used a friend like you back then.

Michael: Sorry. I was dealing with my own demons at the time. [quite literally. he takes the bottle and takes another swig]

Molly: Well, push comes to shove, the father was a douchebag who couldn't keep it in his pants, and left me and the baby to survive on our own. Ended up getting killed in a drunk driving accident a few years back, last I heard.

Michael: So it's just you and the kid?

Molly: Yeah. Got a neighbor who lives off social security and babysits for me for extra cash.

Michael: That's good, at least.

Molly: Yeah, it is. She can't really leave the house so I do errands for her and bring her home the occasional meal. Raising a kid on your own isn't the easiest job, and you can't really get a good job when you didn't even graduate high school.

Michael: Or ... go to school at all. [a beat] In my case, anyway.

Molly: I think you have an origins story to tell next, Michael.

Michael: Oh, mine is ... the stuff of horror movies. I'm not sure if you want to go there.

Molly: Well, a lot of horror movies do take place out in the farmlands. Corn and all.

Michael: Yeah, well. It's a little more complicated than that.

Molly: You can tell me, you know? I'm far from one to judge.

Michael: [he pauses for a moment before shifting her face her more] Do you believe in ... alternate worlds? Where if people made different choices - big choices - the world would be an entirely different place?

Molly: Yeah. I mean, if it was possible. Cause time travel is eventually going to get invented and someone if going to go back and screw something up.

Michael: [he smirks a bit, before leaning back] Well ... [there's a pause because this is like his one friend and he knows there's a heavy chance she won't believe him, but he doesn't want to lie either] ... I'm actually from one.

Molly: You're from the future?

Michael: Sort of. A future slightly to the left.

Molly: How slightly?

Michael: My world went the way of Resident Evil around 2010.

Molly: That's when I got here. Is that the year of the earthquake?

Michael: Yeah. In this world, I was a) never born and b) my dad ... he did something huge. Pretty much saved the world and kept my future from happening.

Molly: And you got stuck here how then?

Michael: The short answer is magic? The longer answer is way more complicated.

Molly: [takes a sip of the alcohol and laughs] You know, if I hadn't lived in this town long enough, I probably wouldn't believe you. But I've seen weird stuff here.

Michael: Oh yeah? Weird how?

Molly: People disappearing. Dying. Stories about some nunnery exploding. And I'm pretty sure a vampire hit on me once.

Michael: [he laughs] Okay, fair enough.

Molly: Plus I'm pretty sure I met an angel once. A real one. There was this night that looked like a meteor shower when I was walking home from work and this guy stumbled out of the bushes all confused. I gave him the food I had and some money for a room for the night. He kept talking about wanting to go back to Heaven.

Michael: Yeah, from what I've heard that sounds about right. It was before I got here though. I think.

Molly: Good to know ol' Lawrence Kansas continues to be the weirdest place in the world.

Michael: But yeah, that earthquake? Could have gone a whole lot differently, and it didn't, because my dad ... pretty much did the impossible.

Molly: So he's some kind of hero?

Michael: In this world, yeah. Not so much in mine.

Molly: I take it you like this version better?

Michael: I didn't really know the one in my world. He left us when I was two.

Molly: I'm sorry.

Michael: [he shrugs] We figured things out. But I basically grew up in a war zone. Until we wound up here.

Molly: And now you're stuck in a boring town with nothing to do.

Michael: [he shakes his head] We still do kind of the same job, on a smaller scale. More like cops than soldiers. That's why we're not always in town.

Molly: So you hunt bad things then? Like monsters?

Michael: Yeah.

Molly: That's got to be dangerous though.

Michael: My whole life's been dangerous. At least in this world I get a break every once in a while.

Molly: But is that what you really want to do?

Michael: It's all I'm really qualified for.

Molly: That you know of.

Michael: [smirks] Do you know of an option for a former child soldier with absolutely zero education and no birth certificate or social security number?

Molly: We could use a bus boy at the diner.

Michael: [he shrugs] I like what I do. I help people, and I get to work with my family. It's not all danger and violence.

Molly: Which is all good, but if you did get hurt, who would be my knight in shining armor when the truckers are trying to grab my ass?

Michael: I'll make sure that if Dean outlives me, he take it up on my behalf. [teasing]

Molly: [maybe it was the alcohol talking, but she just laughed] Pretty sure he'd be debating between grabbing it or saving it.

Michael: [he laughs] He's more chivalrous than you think.

Molly: I'm sure. [she looked over at him] How come you've never tried to grab my ass?

Michael: [oh, is that him blushing like an idiot? totally] Because my mom always said that if you lay hands on a woman without her permission you deserve to be shot in the dick. [a beat] Not in those words exactly - she's British - but she wanted to make sure her son was a gentleman.

Molly: Well, she did a good job. [she takes another swig, and then put the bottle on the roof of the car and rolled on her side.] What'd she say about women who give you permission?

Michael: [he nods] That's okay. Yes means yes.

Molly: Okay. Good to know. [and she closes her eyes] It's been way too long since I drank.

Michael: [watches her for a moment] Want me to take you home?

Molly: Mmm, yeah. I shouldn't drive and pretty sure walking is a no.

Michael: [he nods] I'm good to drive. C'mon, let's go.

Molly: [and as she goes to get up, she will stumble into him]

Michael: [catches her easily, sure and steady like his dad]

Molly: [and she will stay there a moment, and then tilt her head up] You really are a good guy, you know. Not a lot of them around here.

Michael: [watches her for a moment, brushing his thumb against her elbow] I try to be, at least.

Molly: You do a good job. You're way too good for someone like me.

Michael: You don't know me that well.

Molly: You don't know me either.

Michael: Then maybe we're a better match than you think.

Molly: Maybe.

Michael: Never know until you try.

Molly: [she leaned back and smiled, and then went up on her toes and kissed his lips quickly and gently]

Michael: [it catches him by surprise but after a moment he melts into it, one hand coming up to rest against the side of her face gently]

Molly: [oh good he's kissing back. She makes a little happy noise in her throat and keeps kissing him, her hands going to his shoulders to help her keep her balance]

Michael: [his other hand moves to the small of her back again, using that to keep her steady]

Molly: [and after a moment she will pull back, licking her lips and smiling] I think that was a nice match.

Michael: I think so too.

Molly: You still want to take me home?

Michael: ... Probably should. [he isn't sure if that's the polite thing to do or the flirty thing to do] Unless you don't want me to.

Molly: I'd really like you to. My neighbor is watching the munchkin until the morning.

Michael: [considers for a moment, then nods] Then yeah. I can do that.

Molly: [and she will smile, her hand running along his cheek a moment] Then let's go before I lose my nerve.

Michael: [nods as they go to get back into the car and head off to Molly's house]

Molly: [and she is a bit steadier when they get there, and she will guide them to her one bedroom apartment. Her daughter has the bedroom, and the living room has a daybed that has enough pillows on the floor beside it to double as the couch] Home sweet home.

Michael: It's nice. [far better than he ever had as a kid]

Molly: Thank you. Do you want something to drink? I think I need water. [going to the small galley kitchen. it's small, but it's clean, and the walls are painted and have photos and it shows that there is a lot of love in the space]

Michael: Yeah. Water's good.

Molly: [and she will pull out a Brita and fill two glasses and bring one over to him before sitting on the edge of her bed] Here you go.

Michael: [will raise it as he takes it] Thanks.

Molly: You're welcome. Luckily I did dishes or you'd be drinking from a sippy cup.

Michael: [he laughs] I would of made it work.

Molly: Next time I won't be so nice then. [grins]

Michael: Duly noted.

Molly: So, I should warn you, the bed is a bit firm. [she lifted the edge of the mattress and there were crates of books under it]

Michael: [he smirks a bit] My first time was on a blanket over a dirt floor. I can deal with a little firm.

Molly: I'm sure for you, sex on a pile of books is a weird fantasy. [teasing]

Michael: [laughs] Depends on the books.

Molly: [laughs] Will you come here and kiss me already?

Michael: [nods and does as he's told, leaning in to kiss her gently]

Molly: [and will put their drinks on the table and lean back on her bed, her fingers gripping his shirt to pull him with her]

Michael: [and he will gently lower them down, shifting to move over her so they can get comfortable]

Molly: [and she will kick her shows off and let herself be shifted, and then letting her legs shift and run along his side.]

Michael: [hums softly, before pulling back briefly] I should probably admit, it's been a while since I've done this.

Molly: Same here. Single mom life leads to making dating hard.

Michael: Okay. Glad we're on the same page.

Molly: And I'm on birth control. Better not to make the same mistake twice, you know.

Michael: Good to know. [and he's back to kissing her again]

Molly: [kissing and her fingers playing through his hair]

Michael: [hums again, letting his hands slowly start to wander]

Molly: [and she will make happy noises at the hands wandering, her hand going to pull her ponytail free]

Michael: [he's mostly exploring at this point, staying over her clothes for the most part and remembering how exactly he's supposed to do this]

Molly: [and after a bit she will take the initiative and her fingers will go to his shirt and start to unbutton it]

Michael: [he will do the same, slipping his hand under her clothes and brushing against the skin of her stomach]

Molly: [once she's got his off, she will lift her hands to help Michael get hers off. She will also roll them, wanting to be on top for a moment]

Michael: [that's fine with him he'll settle easily beneath her, running his hands over her sides as he stays close]

Molly: [and she will shake her hair out as she removes her bra, her legs settling on either side of him to straddle his hips. She grins, rotating her hips to grind against him]

Michael: [and that gets a groan out of him, hands sliding against her sides as they inch up towards her breasts now that they're bare]

Molly: [and she will lean down to kiss him, making it easier for him to reach her breasts. Her fingers will be going to the button of his jeans though]

Michael: [that's fine, he'll shift his hips a bit and make sure her hands have enough room to do what they need to do, massaging the soft flesh gently]

Molly: [and she will groan against his lips, forgetting for a moment what she was going to do]

Michael: [that's fine, he is very intent on what he's doing right now, and that will pretty much focus on that until his hips push up to meet hers again]

Molly: [but soon she will remember and her hands are going to go and unzip him, sliding her hips away to push his jeans over his hips and then rub along his shaft through his briefs]

Michael: [and that has him groaning, his hands stilling for a moment as he has to take a breath because he wasn't kidding when he said it had been a long time]

Molly: [you breath. She's going to kiss her way slowly down Michael's body until she's kissing his stomach]

Michael: [that is not helping him breathe, to be honest, but he's not opposed to the direction she's taking this, his fingers sliding over the retreating skin as she goes]

Molly: [and she is going to kiss his stomach again, looking up at him with playful eyes as she pushes back a bit. One hand goes to wrap around his shaft, bringing it out to where she can see it] Doing okay up there?

Michael: [and his eyes are going to roll up to the ceiling, pinching closed as he tries not to focus on what she's doing and keep his head on straight] Yeah. Think so.

Molly: Good. [and she's going to watch him a moment as she slowly strokes him, his lips kissing his thigh before she teased him with a kiss on the head of his shaft]

Michael: [his hips buck, just slightly, not wanting to hurt her but needing some kind of expression after having gone without for so long]

Molly: [she laughs, and then goes to wrap her lips around his shaft and slide them down. She hasn't either and she's enjoying teasing him.]

Michael: [and yeah ... he's going to be partially useless for a while, fingers threading through her hair as he just lets her go to town]

Molly: [and after a bit, she is going to stop and look up at him] Do you want me to finish you here?

Michael: [glances up considering a bit before nodding] If you don't mind. Otherwise, this is gonna be over really quick.

Molly: Well, I don't want that. [grins and goes to finish him off, because honestly he doesn't taste half bad]

Michael: [and he's just going to enjoy that, before gently pulling her up to kiss him]

Molly: [yeah, she's going to swallow that before kissing you, Michael. Pretty sure you're not that kinky]

Michael: [not really no. But he will deepen the kiss and flip them over so that he can return the favor]

Molly: [oh, she's not going to complain, laughing as they are flipped]

Michael: [and he'll grin before moving his lips to her neck and slowly making his way down her sternum towards her stomach. as he moves lower, his fingers slip between her legs and brushing against her clit]

Molly: [she will give a soft cry, hips arching to his hand as he does so]

Michael: [yep. that's usually a good sound. and he's just going to keep on going, moving in slow circles with his thumb before sliding a finger inside her]

Molly: Oh God. [and her fingers are going to thread into his hair, her hips grinding against his hand. It's been a long time for her too]

Michael: [and he'll keep probing her gently, before replacing his thumb with his tongue and slipping another finger inside her]

Molly: [and she is trying not to be too vocal, but she is making very happy noises as her body twists with the rolls of pleasure he is giving her]

Michael: [and he will take his time, learning what she likes, and making sure it's good for her]

Molly: [and soon her fingers will grip his head, pushing him further into her as she falls over the edge, crying out as the sensations roll over her]

Michael: [and he'll slowly ease her down, before licking his lips as he moves up to see her again] Good?

Molly: For someone out of practice, I'm wondering what that feels like when you're at the top of your game.

Michael: Guess we'll have to find out.

Molly: I'm really looking forward to that.

Michael: Good. [and he'll slowly lean in to kiss her again]

Molly: [kisses him back, pulling him up to her to lay on top of him, her arms around his neck as she wraps her legs around his hips]

Michael: [and he will kiss her eagerly in return, shifting his hips so that he's rocking against her, before leaning forward to slide in slowly]

Molly: Oh yes. Yes... [and she will kiss him harder, her hips going to match his to try and get him in more]

Michael: [and he will do the same, pushing his hips steadily as he does his best to keep a strong pace]

Molly: [and she will keep going with him for a while, and then she will use her legs to pull him in nice and deep and then flip them, putting herself on top]

Michael: [and he's good with that, his hands finding her hips as he continues to push up into her]

Molly: [and she will ride him, her hands going up to caress her breasts as she enjoys the feeling of him nice and deep inside of her]

Michael: [his hands will slide up to follow hers, doing his best to touch her as much as he can]

Molly: [and once he is playing with her breasts, her hand will take one of his, guiding it back down to her clit for him to rub as she leans forward, her hair draping around their heads as she speeds up]

Michael: [and he will get with the program, moving his thumb back into place as he sets a steady pace]

Molly: [and she will get close quickly, panting against his lips] Oh god yes.

Michael: [and he will lean in to kiss her deeply as he drags them both over the edge]

Molly: [and as she comes down, she is going to just stretch out on him, panting]

Michael: [drapes an arm around her gently, rubbing her back as he does]

Molly: I really should have invited you over weeks ago.

Michael: I would have been weird about it weeks ago.

Molly: Oh. [and she will fold her hands on his chest and look at him] Bad breakup?

Michael: As my cousin would put it, I'm a girl and I prefer to wait for the right moment.

Molly: Well, being on the receiving end? This was definitely the right moment.

Michael: [grins] Good. I'm glad.

Molly: Me too. [leans up and kisses him]

Michael: [kisses her back, brushing a hand against the side of her face gently] Do you want me to stay?

Molly: I'd like that. I make a mean bowl of cereal.

Michael: I love cereal.

Molly: Good. [and she will just kiss him again, snuggling up]

Michael: [he will do the same and as soon as they're all comfortable, he'll gently drift off to sleep]

Molly: [as will she, her hand drifting over his chest lightly before curling into his side and just feeling warm and happy]

Michael: [and they will have cereal for breakfast and Michael will eventually return to the bunker and try to avoid attracting any attention]

Molly: [and she will go pick up her son after cleaning the house and pretty much smiling all day]

Sam: [is working on a project when Michael comes in and he looks up. His son is in one piece, which is a good thing] There's coffee made.

Michael: [glances up at his dad and blinks before nodding and making his way closer] Thanks.

Sam: [and he will also notice he's in the same clothes as last night... which is not something Michael does] Everything go okay last night after you left?

Michael: What? Yeah. I just ... fell asleep in my car out in the fields.

Sam: Yeah, I've done that a few times myself.

Michael: [nods as he sips his coffee] Working on anything special?

Sam: No, nothing really special. Just reading up about some of the items in the vault.

Michael: Anything cool?

Sam: The one I'm reading was one last at sea on a sub that was stolen from the Nazis. [he looked up at him with a smirk] We have a lot of stuff from the Nazis apparently.

Michael: [he laughs] I read somewhere that they were pretty supernaturally obsessed.

Sam: Oh yeah. They thought it was the dawn of the new man being able to have all these powers for themselves.

Michael: [rolls his eyes] So naturally they should go to fascists.

Sam: Of course.

Michael: [takes another sip of his coffee] Anyway, I'm gonna go clean up.

Sam: Alright, you do that. [is Sam clueless or is he just giving Michael the same respect he wished Dean gave him? Who knows]

Michael: [doesn't really know, but if it's the latter, thanks Dad.]

Sam: [you're welcome, son.]

Michael: [and off he goes to shower and kick back for the rest of the day, and we skip?]