"Ok, sweetcakes, you just rest easy there," Lorne said, a big smile plastered on his face.
He stepped out into the hallway and closed the door, finally letting his face fall. "Yeesh, she's going to take some work. Now... yep, I've got it. Off to Angel we go."
The green demon patted the folder he was holding and head in the direction of Angel's office. He cocked his head slightly, listening to the singing coming from a little bit further down the hallway.
"Oh," he said softly, eyebrows furrowing. And then his mouth fell open a little when he realised it was Dean.
"Oh dear."
Dean
Dean stopped in his tracks when he heard the voice, his Some Kind Of Monster humming interrupted.
"Hey! Ah... Lore, right?" he tried to remember his name.
He'd well and truly forgotten what he was, but who cared? They were on the same side.
Lorne
"Lorne," the demon corrected.
He stared at Dean for a moment.
"I think we need to have a chat, princess."
Dean
"Who you calling princess?" Dean straightened the cuffs of his jacket defensively.
Lorne
"We can do this the easy way, or we can discuss with Angel what I just saw."
Lorne shrugged.
"I'm off to see him anyway."
Dean
Dean frowned, confused.
"Is my walking out of Faith's quarters that much of a surprise after last night?" he asked.
Lorne
"No, but what your singing revealed is," Lorne told him.
He took a breath.
"I'm anagogic," he explained. "So, when you sing, hum, whistle, whatever, carry a tune and I can read your aura. Your thoughts and your future."
Dean
Dean's face instantly softened, and he looked back in the direction he'd come from to make sure no one had followed him.
"Let me guess, you saw I didn't have one," he said, keeing his voice down.
Lorne
Lorne made a slight face.
"To put it mildly, yes."
Dean
Dean shook his head.
"So is that a problem?" his eyebrows rose.
"I get the feeling you'll all be glad to be rid of me anyway."
Lorne
"Honeysuckle, just because Angel will be glad to see the back of you, doesn't mean he wants you dead. And not to mention what it will do to your brother."
Lorne looked towards Faith's room.
"And while that little girl doesn't form attachments easily, I don't want to see her hurt either."
Dean
"I'm pretty sure you don't have to worry about Sam. He can take care of himself," Dean insisted.
"And so can Faith. She'll be fine. We're not in a relationship or anything so it's no big deal. Really."
Lorne
Lorne just stared at him for a moment.
"You don't see how much damage it will do to Sam?"
Dean
"Look, Lorne," Dean winced, "I don't mean to be rude, but this is really a famiy thing. It's been a long time coming, and he's more than prepared for it. So don't worry about him. And don't get involved."
Lorne
"That's where you're a little wrong, sweetcheeks," Lorne told him. "Because it's starting to involve my family. And I have to tell Angel."
Dean
"Why?" Dean demanded, beginning to get defensive.
"Why do you think it involves you people? Faith and I have a booty call. Sam's here to do research. That's all. And it's not as if you're gonna be able to stop it anyway, we've tried. You think I want to go to hell?"
Lorne
"A little bit, yes," Lorne said quietly.
"It doesn't matter if you and Faith aren't in a relationship, she is still going to feel some sort of loss when you're gone. No matter how much the two of you pretend that it's nothing, the fact is, you know each other. And it still counts as a loss."
Dean
"Fine," Dean said decidedly, starting to back off.
"If it makes you feel better, I'll leave right now and I won't come back. I have places to be anyway."
Lorne
"You do what you feel you need to," Lorne told him.
"I, personally, have nothing against you. I just have to look out for my people first, you know?"
Dean
"Whatever."
Dean turned to walk back and get his stuff.
"I'm not gonna stay here if I'll be turned into a pet project."
Lorne
Lorne shrugged a little, and then headed to Angel's office to update him of the news he'd just gotten.