The pounding on his door woke him from a sound sleep. Stumbling forward, Angel groggily ran a hand over his face and through his hair.
“Hold on a minute,” Angel called out in a sleep slurred voice.
Opening the door, he was greeted by a bright flash, and an even brighter smile.
“Hey Poof! Heard you were in L.A, and I decided I should look you up.”
“Dean,” Angel said in the same tone he reserved for Spike. Eyes locked onto the grinning man before him, Angel took in the rumpled clothes, the smug grin, and finally, the camera phone.
“You just sent that photo to Spike didn’t you?” Angel groaned.
“You bet your formerly evil ass I did.”
Looking around, Angel finally realized Dean was alone.
“Oh, he didn’t think we should bother you,” Dean grinned. “I told him I was going out to buy food.”
“Great,” Angel muttered. “Just great.”
Hearing Dean’s distinctive chuckle, Angel raised his eyes.
“Well, man,” Dean said with patently false sincerity. “Sorry, I woke you up. I guess I should go get that food now.”
Closing the door, Angel leaned his back against it, and proceeded to curse whatever Powers allowed Dean Winchester and Spike to meet.