Sam glares at the one under Ric's bed, then sigh and wipes at a bit of blood on his neck. "They're cherubim back home. Lowest order of angel. So they have all the usual weaknesses of an angel, meaning you mostly need an angel sword in order to take them out." He pauses, looking at the blood on his fingers. "I can TRY something else, but if they aren't angels? It's not going to work. And I can't guarantee where they'd end up."
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Sam glares at the one under Ric's bed, then sigh and wipes at a bit of blood on his neck. "They're cherubim back home. Lowest order of angel. So they have all the usual weaknesses of an angel, meaning you mostly need an angel sword in order to take them out." He pauses, looking at the blood on his fingers. "I can TRY something else, but if they aren't angels? It's not going to work. And I can't guarantee where they'd end up."