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[The video clicks on to reveal an extremely pissed off Bobby Singer, and anyone with a semblance of a brain would know it would be in their best interests to cooperate and quickly.]

Don’t try to pull this high and mighty shit on me! You think you can waltz on in and screw with our lives? I’m sick of all the hissy fits some high powered dicks think they can threaten me with.

[Bobby doesn’t have time for this bullshit, especially when his boys’ lives are on the line. There would be hell to pay if they get eaten because some petty gods couldn’t fix their own goddamn messes.]

Well let me tell you somethin’. Stop screwin’ with me or I’m gonna find and gank your asses.

[With that, the feed cuts off.]

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[Yes, well. He's stopped talking to himself for the most part. Kind of. Maybe. :C

Sam is almost content to wait in his room. Almost. Until he then moves to the den to pace around there. But that's not good enough either -- he's too impatient. And then, Sam decides to move to wait outside, leaning against the door of Odinhaus, but that proves to drive him even more crazy. He could've just met Bobby there, Jesus Christ, he's not an invalid --

-- but oh, hey, there he is. And Sam is frozen for a moment or two, because Bobby is alive, and while Sam is steadfastedly realistic and wholeheartedly determined to move on with his life and try not to be bogged down by the guilt and self-loathing, like Dean is, he can't deny that he is nearly crushed with relief, and it only takes a couple of steps for Sam to give Bobby a bone-crushing hug, along with a deep shuddering breath, almost like he's about to cry.]

[He hadn't quite expected that kind of greeting, but considering the shit they've all been through, he's more than glad to return the hug. His boys are alright, and he couldn't ask for more. It means they can get through this, like everything else life has thrown at them.

Bobby pats Sam on the back when he feels the shudder to reassure him that yes, he's here and kicking, that no leviathan's gonna best him as long as his boys need him.]

Idjit.

[But he's not alive and he's dead and Sam knows this is going to completely and utterly fuck up his sense of reality when he returns home and it's not going to be healthy or good, but for the time being, he's going to be selfish and not give a shit, because Bobby is alive.

And for the time being, that is... a really, seriously good thing.

He doesn't let go for a long moment or two, but Sam eventually loosens his grip, looking more than a little pale and his eyes look suspiciously wet, but he's got a grip. Mostly got a grip, anyway.]

I'm --

[He pauses for a moment or two.]

... the gods here have some amount of control over time. I'm -- from farther in the future than you are and --

[Sam tries to continue, but his throat is suddenly constricted again, and he falls quiet.]

[If Bobby knew--but he doesn't, so he's a bit baffled by Sam's reaction. There hasn't been enough time for the Winchesters to verify if he is alive or not, and they were out cold in the hospital anyway. Bobby lets him have his moment anyway. Sam has a lot on his plate and probably needed that.]

You alright, son?

[If the time discrepancy is true, then something had to have happened in Sam's time. He won't pry unless Sam volunteers the information, or if it's essential.]

Doesn't sound like any lore I've heard of.

[Last he knew, none of them had jurisdiction over time.]

No -- I mean, yeah. I'm alright.

[Get a grip, Sam, Jesus Christ.]

-- they dragged us here from different points in our own timelines. I have no idea how they're doing it or what they actually want with us, because most of what we're told sounds like a crock of shit, as per usual, but -- none of us synch up properly. The last thing Dean remembers from our world is the cemetery.

[Sam pauses.]

He thought I was Lucifer or -- some kind of equivalent.

[That was a pretty bad cover up. So bad it's like...why bother.]

You sure?

[Which is really him asking about the hallucinations and how Sam is (or isn't) handling them. And you better answer honestly.]

Balls.

[Of course they wouldn't follow the lore.]

Talked to Dean and some people already. Seems the only thing people agree on is that it's full o'shit.

[At what Sam says, he looks almost apologetic for doing this, but precautions. It's not personal, and really has nothing to do with Lucifer himself, and it would put his mind to ease. Before Sam even finishes the last few words, Bobby splashes him with some holy water procured from a bottle in his jacket pocket.]

[ ... Sam sighs before he calmly wipes his face. He then draws a silver knife out of his coat pocket and neatly cuts open his palm, a tiny cut, and shows it to Bobby, a rather unimpressed look on his face.]

Not a demon. Not a shifter. Not possessed by anything. Not Satan. I haven't even seen him in two days.

Can we move on?

[He shrugs and puts away the bottle.]

Sorry, habit.

[He claps Sam on the back, glad to know he's alright and human.]

You gonna show me 'round or what?

[Sam almost pointed out that the fact that that's now a form of greeting in their family might be perceived as worrying, but he instead moves on to pause and look back up at the house with half a grin.]

Yeah, uh -- this is the house of Odin. The other districts each have a house too and a major landmark -- Odin's happens to be a huge library with... pretty much every shred of information from any universe ever.

[Sam may or may not have stolen a lot of the books for his room. C:]

[Hey, it's kept them alive, hasn't it?

Oh thank goodness. At least this place isn't completely terrible. Time to raid the library once he makes sure Dean and Cas are alright.]

Learned anythin' else outside that paper you wrote? Anythin' on leviathans?

[Bobby totally approves of this. He'll help Sam filch some more.]

[ -- Sam almost asks, but stops himself with half a sheepish grin.]

I've learned that they're dicks.

Odin hates me.

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Helpful.

[We all knew that, Sammy. 8|]

What'd ya do?

[Because knowing Sam, he probably as good as spat in Odin's face. Not that Bobby wouldn't have done the same.]

Told him he was full of shit.

[And then all his friends got super pissed at him. But Sam says this with the air of someone who does not give a single fuck that he did it. 8|]

[Bobby laughs because damnit, this is his boy and he takes no shit, and that's something to be proud of. Yeah, Sam could've gotten killed for that, but he didn't.]

Damn straight.

[Ha, he knew Bobby would get it. 8)]

I'll forward you his speech. It was textbook "you have to do this and save your world and you have no other choice". As if we haven't heard that before.

[He rolls his eyes in disgust, almost wishing he can scrounge up some surprise.]

It'd probably kill 'em to go off script.

[And they'd have to clean up the mess. As per usual.]

It did for Lucifer and Michael.

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Maybe we should open another trans-dimensional hole in the ground and try our luck.

[Snerk]

Time to start collectin' rings.

[He's joking, but man is he dying to hit the library and put these assholes in their place.]

Let someone else collect the rings this time around, I've had enough of the rings.

[Someone else can take the plunge, too, Sam has fulfilled his martyrdom quota for the rest of eternity. 8|]

[There's a short pause, and then:]

Are we gonna keep chit chatting all day or get some work done?

[Bobby will have words if you try the martyrdom shit again. B| They're going to find a way to do this without sacrificing anyone.]

[Sam holds up his hands slightly.]

Yes, sir.

[With half a laugh. He doesn't have to worry about Sam doing anything stupid.]

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