"Hello." Michael was on his phone, texting Gabriel to try and negotiate with him to watch Raphael and not let Lucifer do it, when the owner of this charming place came out. He sent the message and slipped his phone away, smiling at the man. "My car died a couple of miles back and kicking it isn't helping. My phone can't sustain a long call to my AA services, I'm down to 10% battery so... here I am."

He would have had more battery but he had to be on the phone for work calls, then his brothers, then his business partners, then his stupid brothers again. And the signal out here was absolute ass.

"You fix cars, right?" He assumed so, based on the place and the state of things. "I'll pay you handsomely if you can get mine working by tonight. Whatever you're thinking, handsome? Double it."