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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.
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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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.]
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[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.]
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[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.
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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.
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Been there. Done that.
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[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.
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[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.
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[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.
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Oh really? Then who is?
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Welcome to mortality.
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You can't make girls appear anymore, you know.
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HE WILL NEVER FORGET.
...Hey wait a second.]
Y'know, not all of us suffer from "everything I sleep with dies" VD, right?
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[NO ONE TALKS ABOUT THE CURSE, GABRIEL, SHUT UP.]
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[HE HAS GAME. SOMETIMES HE JUST DOESN'T HAVE THE PATIENCE TO GO OUT AND SEDUCE. GOD. :|]
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[THAT WENT REALLY WELL, GABRIEL.]
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[RUBY. DOESN'T. COUNT.]