Michael would be the only one who'd know. The only one that would point it out.
"Crowley locked me into this vessel," he admits in complaint, slowly, like he hadn't just reacted poorly to the words. "And I can't--seem to exert my control over this appearance here." That and his "mood lighting" in his domain.
He's wearing the same outfit Michael would remember as his appearance in the Cage, Nick and all. Something even he never understood sticking with him since by all accounts it should've been Sam's mug for the Cage to sidle him with. If he would've guessed it was just his Father taking another thing from him.
He grabs irritably at the embroidered Devil's arcana over the collarbone of his overcoat. "This joke, too." The symbol slapped to his appearance, unable to ever really be free of it even in another world.
... He'll get to his domain in a moment. He's having a Time. And they were doing so well.
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And then he flinches.
Michael would be the only one who'd know. The only one that would point it out.
"Crowley locked me into this vessel," he admits in complaint, slowly, like he hadn't just reacted poorly to the words. "And I can't--seem to exert my control over this appearance here." That and his "mood lighting" in his domain.
He's wearing the same outfit Michael would remember as his appearance in the Cage, Nick and all. Something even he never understood sticking with him since by all accounts it should've been Sam's mug for the Cage to sidle him with. If he would've guessed it was just his Father taking another thing from him.
He grabs irritably at the embroidered Devil's arcana over the collarbone of his overcoat. "This joke, too." The symbol slapped to his appearance, unable to ever really be free of it even in another world.
... He'll get to his domain in a moment. He's having a Time. And they were doing so well.
For them, anyway.