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fell flat. It sucked not
having a dad. Sucked even more the way people treated him sometimes
because of it. Like his mom was some kind of whore or something,
and then after her death, like a nobody.
    “I suppose everyone has their own story,
huh?” Sam gave him a smile back, and then froze. His eyes had
flickered over Bran’s shoulder, and then flew back and stayed. He
was just staring at something.
    Brandon turned to look, and before he knew
what was happening Samael was running past his field of vision,
chasing some guy. The stranger glanced back, and saw the big man
barreling toward him. His eyes widened, and he took off, pushing
people out of his way and jumping over bags and chairs, knocking a
few over in the process. He threw down a trash can behind him as he
ran, trying to block the oncoming train that was Samael. Sam just
followed, dodging and weaving, trying to avoid the obstacles in his
path.
    Bran didn’t know when he’d gotten up, but he
was running in the same direction, tagging along behind some
distance. He wasn’t as good at avoiding things, and he stumbled a
few times, murmuring apologies at the irritated onlookers that he
past. He turned the corner just in time to see Sam throw the man
against the side of the building, behind the air conditioning unit
that hid them from their hips down. Samael had wedged his forearm
up against the man’s neck and had the gold dagger up to the
stranger’s jugular.
    “What are you doing here, Levi?” Sam growled
at the man. Brandon slowed his pace and walked closer, enthralled
at the situation. It was like a car accident. He had to watch,
couldn’t look away.
    The stranger had long, greasy brown hair, and
was lanky. He was small compared to Sammy, and his eyes
looked…dead.
    “Ah, Sam old friend. How’s it hangin’?”
Instead of looking scared, the man just grinned.
    Samael lifted his arm away from the neck it
had been attached to, and used his whole body to thrust it back
again, making the man choke. “Answer me! What are you doing here,
Levi? Who sent you?”
    “Ah, ah, ah.” He practically sang through the
rasp in his voice caused by the pressure on his larynx. “You know I
can’t tell you that. You’re not involved anymore, on either side.
Too bad. We could have used you, if you hadn’t been so damn
stubborn.” The dude was still smirking, an evil impersonation of a
smile, even though his voice sounded…well, strangled.
    “You’re following me. In my book, that makes
it my business. This is the second time today that I’ve seen you.
The first time, I blew off as happenstance. It is not going to
happen again!” Samael was pissed. Bran could practically see the
smoke coming out of his ears. He pushed the knife more firmly
against the man’s neck, drawing blood. “We are going to have a
serious situation here, if you don’t start talking.”
    The stranger let out a breathy laugh, but
started looking more wary. “You can’t kill me, Sam. You know you
can’t.”
     
    Now Samael grinned. “Really? Take a look at
the dagger in my hand, and then say that again.”
    The man did as he was told, and his eyes
practically popped out of his head. Hands up in the air in a
pacifying gesture, he tried once more. “Come on man. You know the
rules. You know I’m not supposed to say anything to you
anymore.”
    When Sam just pushed on the man harder, he
closed his eyes and seemed to surrender. Gadreel.” He said in a
choked whisper. “Gadreel sent me to watch you. Before you ask, I
don’t know why. He didn’t tell me shit, probably in case something
like this happened.” He coughed before looking back up at his
captor, this time pleading. “I’m just supposed to watch and report
back, that’s all. I swear, man. I swear.”
    The stranger’s eyes flicked to Brandon and
his face followed, that evil sneer back in place. “You!” He let out
a rough, nasty laugh. “Oh, this is rich. Just rich.”
    Samael glanced at Bran too, and in that split
second