Magneto had finally gotten some thing approaching a good amount of sleep, but he had Blaine to deal with as well now. The result was that he was tense and tired, sucking down a couple cups of coffee an hour. At least his shoulder was healed now and he had full use of it now, something he hadn't had in over a decade. When the door bell ringed, he glanced over at the door - Mercy - and left the con room to open it. He'd been, finally, putting the medical supplies back in stock after everything with Castiel.

"Hello my dear. Come in."

The walls had fresh plaster and paint of them, some places still scuffed. Sam had made quite a mess before he had been able to throw him into a void space.