"Oh, I think it would be a crying shame. Especially after all the efforts I've gone to keep it. Not really a small town aesthetic, is it?" Michael knew, of course he did, he got looks and bold, out there questions but he found it funny more than anything. The further he was from God, the happier he could be.

He walked Bobby up to his door and opened it up for him, leaning in the doorway. "You're my hero as of late, Mr Bobby Singer. I'll have to think of a way to repay you."