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[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[Sam is sitting in a chair in the library, surrounded by all of the books, and he looks somewhat tired, but in good spirits. For the most part. Save for that whole 'he definitely hasn't slept' thing.]

Hey -- I think this thing's on... anyway, I'm Sam Winchester.

[Ordinarily he'd never give out his full name, seeing as they're on the run from the Leviathan and all that, but he's ascertained the big bads aren't around -- so a little honesty couldn't hurt, especially with what he's about to ask.]

Nice to meet everyone. I was wondering if anyone could give me a couple of answers to some questions -- you don't have to, and it's obviously not obligatory, but I'd appreciate it.

First, how many of you have any kind of supernatural ability that was taken away when you got here? It doesn't matter what it is -- telekinesis, the ability to fly -- if anything changed, I'd like to know. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but knowing what changed is important in knowing how we all got here in the first place.

[And, more importantly, how to get out.]

Second, I was wondering if anyone could tell me where to find some chalk and some spices. Specifically, rosemary, allspice, or nutmeg. Salt would be good, too. I know there's probably a grocery store or something like that around, but any pointers would be great. And, uh --

[Sam pauses before clearing his throat, thumping his pen against the table for a few seconds before continuing.]

Hypothetically speaking, if you had a coat with a lot of blood on it, what would you do to get it out? And I need to know where to find non-blood-stained clothes that'd fit a normal-sized human being. ... hypothetically.

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[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel is sending him a LOOK. Gee. YOU THINK? Those movies ripped him off... And went full psycho. God, does no one appreciate art anymore?

Oh, there's a question he so doesn't want to answer.]

I think the words 'fratricide' and 'fireworks' would make up a huge chunk of that answer.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

... got it.

[And Sam, being Sam, doesn't ask for more details. He knows full well what he's talking about.]

Cas and I are from about two and a half or three years later.

[Sam doesn't remember a year of it. Being soulless and being trapped in Hell does that to a person's memory. But Gabriel doesn't have to know that yet.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[....Gee, that's a long time in the future.]

So you haven't blown up the world yet. Paint me shocked.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

No, not yet.

[Sam has to bite his tongue from saying 'give it time'. And he dwells on that, for a moment -- was the Apocalypse seriously that long ago? Was his time in Hell that long ago? Time is so distorted for him, with the missing year, but the added century and a half of Hell, that it's difficult to keep track.

And then Sam's mind slips to the important things.]

-- so you're mortal.

[He's trying hard not to sound smug about this.

It's failing.

... miserably.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[GLAAAAARE] I prefer to think of it as currently wing-challenged.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

I could kick your ass.

[This is, honestly, the most Sam has found something funny in about... a year.

No, seriously.]

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

I could throw you into a brick wall with my brain.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Yeah? How's that working out for you? Because I'm pretty sure we're all on the starter level for superpowers.

[Sam hasn't dared to try using his yet. Odin thought it would be hilarious to give him access to fire magic. And seeing as he sees enough hellfire as it is, he's not really keen on setting himself on fire by accident.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I'll figure it out. Until then, how about you just sit on the fact that we're even three times over, kiddo.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[ -- fine, Gabriel, that gets Sam serious pretty quickly.]

Yeah, I know.

[Rather easily, though Sam pauses.]

I have a lot to catch you up on.

[And not all of it Castiel can tell you.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Good for you. I don't wanna know. Period.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[flkhfg Gabriel why are you so fucking frustrating.]

You're going to have to know.

[As patiently as possible.]

Besides, if Dean ever gets here, he's going to make you know whether you like it or not. You might as well hear it from someone who's not going to be eight shades of pissed off on arrival.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You know what, Sam? You're forgetting one little thing about me. I'm not scared of you or your brother. And whether my Grace is being held in limbo or not, I'll still find a way to make your lives suck if I have to.

I died. That was my one last shot at redeeming myself and my get out of the apocalypse free card. All I need from you muttonheads is that it worked. That somehow everything's not FUBAR and if that's a lie, then whatever. I just wanna believe I didn't put myself through all that for nothing.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[Three years ago, Sam would've snapped at Gabriel, lost his temper, or done something else equally idiotic. But this Sam holds his tongue, and instead only looks moderately tired.

There's not really much Gabriel can do to make their lives suck more than they already do. That thought should be comforting. It's really not.

He doesn't bother assuring Gabriel that he redeemed himself ten times over. That's just a bigger insult than what Sam's already said. But Sam doesn't want to lie, either -- ]

There wasn't an Apocalypse.

[A careful middle ground.]

The rest of it doesn't matter.

[Gabriel will find out about Lucifer following Sam around sooner or later. It's his problem, anyway.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Then we're even, kiddo. All that needs to be said. [Because dying to save their asses is definitely redemption for all the hell he put them through. Really. It is. And he will not be told otherwise. Especially since as far as Mystery Spot is concerned, he didn't do a damned thing wrong.]

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Got it.

[He's not going to bother arguing with that logic anymore. He's had a long day, okay. 8| So, time for something else! Information.]

Am I the only one from our world that you've seen here? Besides Cas.

[Read: Dean isn't around, is he? Hiding somewhere?

The answer is no. Sam already knows that. But it can't hurt for confirmation.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You mean to tell me you've lost your better half? [That is a le no.]

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Hilarious. Seriously. I've missed your incredible wit so much.

[In, quite possible, the driest tone you will ever hear come out of Sam Winchester's mouth.

-- but then he sighs slightly, because Dean not being around is a Serious Problem (TM) for Team Free Will over here.]

He was right next to me when I was home. I got brought here by myself. Cas found me about an hour after I got here.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Well. He has killed more gods than any of you mooks. Maybe they think he's a liability. But ohhh the sheer irony of Dean Winchester being a god's prison bitch. I'd really hate to get cheated outta that.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel gets something of a withering look for that last statement, but -- Gabriel does have a point. Inviting the Winchesters into this place just seems like a bad idea. Not only are they practiced at being in this kind of situation, they know how to kill them.

What kind of idiot would do something like that?]

I'm pretty sure he'd find you being their prison bitch a hell of a lot funnier.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Withering glare RIGHT BACK.]

Been there. Done that.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Which is why Dean's going to find it hilarious.

[Sam's grin is back. Out of all the angels to be stuck with, it could definitely be worse. At least Gabriel doesn't want to kill them. And Sam's quiet for a moment before continuing, slightly more serious.

Not that he expects Gabriel to actually do anything about that, but. Whatever.]

Cas and I are staying in my room at Odin's house, if you're interested in socializing. Which you probably aren't, but -- we're trying to figure out more about this world and why the gods want us here. Figured you'd be able to help, seeing as you decided to pick up a part-time job in your bid to say screw off to Heaven.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Oh, blow me. She had you two by the Jim Dandys before I ever showed up.

[He studies his fingernails]

If I can find a closet to stick Loki in, I could do a lot more than just hitting the books, kiddo. Nothin' I haven't done before.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

You aren't shoving Loki into a closet.

[GABRIEL BE A FUCKING ADULT DAMMIT.]

Besides, he isn't exactly our biggest problem. He's not the ringleader of the operation. Neither is Odin.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[NO U.]

Oh really? Then who is?