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[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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I've met some pagan gods. I haven't met the God yet.

[He isn't sure if he ever will, either. But that's not really up for him to decide.]

I've met a few angels that are worth sticking around for, though.

Then there's really... a God out there too?

[ huh. he wouldn't have expected that, even after everything else he's heard. ]

And now we've all been kidnapped by strange gods for... who knows what.

[And Sam is quiet, for a long moment, at the question.]

Yeah, there is.

[It's quiet, almost thoughtful, but lacking no less the faith and conviction necessary for the statement.]

I don't really know how much He's paying attention to us, in my world, but He's out there, somewhere.

[It's depressing, knowing the truth of what lies above and knowing they really don't give a damn, save for a few select individuals. Like Cas. And Gabriel. Balthazar, if Sam squinted.]

But He isn't responsible for this. He has better things to do than transplant a bunch of random people into a Norse pantheon.

So He's around, but He doesn't do much.

[ ...yeah that sounds about right, one way or another. even knowing that there really is a God out there, is that really any reason to act at all differently?

...not really. ]

That doesn't really seem like something God would do anyway. Doesn't really fit his M.O.

He checked out awhile ago in my world. I don't know how it works in everyone else's.

[Hn.]

Nah, I agree. But I don't know what the M.O even is for these gods.

And I doubt the information in this place is going to tell me.

Then for now the only thing we can do is cooperate until we find out more.

[ a shrug. ]

It doesn't seem like they really care what we do anyway.

Odin didn't really seem to give a damn when I talked to him.

Freyr just said to... "live".

Sounds like you got the nicer god.

It's better than being told to die, I guess.

Well.

... yeah, if you look at it that way.

Did Odin tell you anything?

Not really.

He just acted like an elitist asshole.

[Like Michael, really. Same old song and dance.]

I guess that's just how gods are.

Yeah, without question.

Maybe it's a rule they have to follow.

[That gets a laugh out of him.]

Well, if that's the case, then all the ones I've met get an A for effort.

The one I met was pretty good at it too.

Not surprising.

One day I'll meet one that doesn't piss me off in the first ten seconds.

The ones here aren't... as bad.

They haven't tried killing anyone, as far as I'm aware. That's a good sign.

Or it could just mean they want us for something worse.

[He doesn't mean to be a Debbie Downer, but. Well. Yes, he does.]

What would be worse than that...?

[ he can't imagine anything, but he does have a sinking feeling in his gut all the same. ]

I haven't really had the best luck with deities.

I'm just being paranoid.

Being paranoid is probably a good approach for now.

It's been the only approach that really works, in my experience.

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