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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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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[CUE THE AUDIBLE GROANING. FUCK. WHY ARE THERE WINCHESTERS IN HIS OWN PERSONAL HELL.

Oh, because it's his own personal Hell.]

Do you muttonheads ever take a day off?

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[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[ . . . what.

Excuse the staring, Gabriel. You're supposed to be dead.

... like, seriously, you're supposed to be fucking dead.]

2/3 actually i lied

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

No.

[ -- dflkghdflkhgdf ]

That -- this is not our fault, and if anything, this has you written all over it --

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[Wait. More important things are to be had here.]

-- ... assuming that I'm not having a psychotic break and you're actually here, which -- great, Merry Christmas --

How did they drag you here?

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

Your guess is as good as mine. I'm still looking for the bandsaw and the creepy tape telling me I'm a shitty person.

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[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

... Jigsaw. Seriously?

You bothered to sit through those shitty movies?

[It's Gabriel. Of course he bothered to sit through those shitty movies. But -- ]

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

-- nevermind. What's the last thing you remember before you got dragged here?

[Sam's figured out how this song and dance works pretty quickly, because... well, it's Sam, and not knowing something pisses him off, so he figures it out.

That and Cas being alive is a pretty great indicator that time is sort of screwed.]

[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.]

/threadjack

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Gabriel?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Rocky. Dr. Scott. [A scoff] Am I gonna have to get used to that?

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

You have been dead for years.

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

[WELL THEN]

And here I thought I was only dead for a few minutes. Funny how time marches on.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Had you already died before your arrival here?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You don't look so hot yourself, bro. Or should I say "well done?" [:|||]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Why would you say that?

And you did not answer my question.

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

You kinda look like you put your face a little too close to a deep fryer. [BUT HE DOESN'T WANNA ANSWER THAT QUESTION.]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Irrelevant.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Dead as a doornail very committed to sparkle motion. Happy? [There's your answer.]