"Adam, he's the antichrist, right?" Zatanna nodded. The only other thing John had told her about Adam was that he was a "nice kid" and he protected everyone at the Manor. She suspected he'd only said that much to reassure her that he wasn't going to get killed hanging around with an unprecedented gathering of powerful supernatural entities, any one of whom could squash him like a bug if he annoyed them too much (and John being John, that was pretty much a given.) She wasn't sure whether it said more about John that he expected her to consider Satan's son a reliable protector, or about her that she did, just because John said so.
Crowley's reference to an item caught her attention, not only because of the emphasis he placed on the word but because of the way John tensed momentarily at the reference, his eyes flickering away from them both for just a second. She wondered if it could have anything to do with the panicked call she'd gotten from him months before, and the strange, urgent questions he'd asked. She also knew better than to ask about it when he was reacting in this way; getting information out of John that he didn't want to share was like pulling wisdom teeth. So she let it be, listening and piecing things together as he talked with his friend. Some other things she'd been wondering about for a while now were already beginning to come clear.
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Date: 2006-11-25 06:27 am (UTC)Crowley's reference to an item caught her attention, not only because of the emphasis he placed on the word but because of the way John tensed momentarily at the reference, his eyes flickering away from them both for just a second. She wondered if it could have anything to do with the panicked call she'd gotten from him months before, and the strange, urgent questions he'd asked. She also knew better than to ask about it when he was reacting in this way; getting information out of John that he didn't want to share was like pulling wisdom teeth. So she let it be, listening and piecing things together as he talked with his friend. Some other things she'd been wondering about for a while now were already beginning to come clear.