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[Coming back to reality is a nauseating experience.

The last time Sam Winchester went grey, he wasn't in a great mental place. He had thought he had officially lost his mind -- and when Sam woke up in the hospital and refused to leave, he was fairly certain he was going to kick it. He hated not being in control of his own body -- it was the one thing Sam Winchester absolutely couldn't deal with.

This time, when he came back, he had had a similar freakout.

It took a couple of hours of wandering around and deep breathing for him to calm down enough to cope with being back in Asgard, a little dizzy and oddly tired. But all of that he could deal with, because Sam was up to date.

The angels fell. Sam had almost died. The trials were a fluke. Crowley was... well, Sam wasn't entirely sure what Crowley was anymore, but he didn't really find it in his heart to care.

Despite all of that, though, Sam felt pretty... good. Good enough to turn on the video feed and deliver his flattest expression, though his irritation is betrayed by the brightness in his eyes and the tiniest upward twitch of his lips.]

I had this speech prepared about the inaccuracies of the autumn festival with the time period of the height of popularity of the Norwegian gods, but then I could've sworn I smelled deep-fried Oreos, and I decided to follow my nose instead of give a history lesson.

[With a brief sigh as Sam turns, the camera revealing that he's just outside of the castle courtyard, where the food is being cooked and smells... pretty delicious, despite Sam's general aversion to things that aren't healthy.]

Maybe I missed something in my vacation into uniformed greyness, but... I'm pretty sure I just saw a native Asgardian eat a hot dog. Are we celebrating our Travelers' heritage or is this some kind of joke? And has anyone told them what's actually in those things, because they're --

[Sam stops himself from his lecture, though, and lets out a sigh that turns into a soft laugh before shrugging, letting it go.]

Anyway -- my name is Sam Winchester and I guess I'm back from the grey-dead, to those that know me or care. And to the new people, uh -- I guess enjoy the food.

[Pause.]

But try to make sure you know what you're eating, first.

[And he turns off the feed.]

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More or less, anyway.

[With a grin, sliding his hands into his pockets.]

So what do you want to eat? It's on me.

That isn't necessary, Sam.

[He has plenty of money; he doesn't need Sam to pay. But that's the only part he's protesting.]

Anything but hamburgers.

[Please.]

Shut up, I said it's on me. And you pick.

[He gestures.]

You're the one who isn't human. The world's your oyster.

I am human, Sam.

[It's soft, a little more sedate than before, but not melancholy. He's coming to terms with it, and he isn't sure it's a terrible thing.

But he accepts the spirit of the offer, beginning to wander toward the different food booths, curiously trying to figure out what to try first.]

You're pretty not-human to me.

[A bit dryly, as Sam trails after him to make sure he doesn't get into anything that looks vaguely poisonous.]

Is that a compliment or an insult?

[He glances back at his friend, the question not at all serious as Castiel draws toward a stand selling some sort of soup. It's warm and smells good and looks entirely inviting.]

It's a fact.

[When he sees where Castiel is heading, Sam gently takes the angel by the shoulders and steers him away from the soup.]

C'mon, Cas, expand your horizons. Try something new.

[Castiel gives a small sigh as Sam guides him away from the soup but he doesn't protest, at least not physically.]

I like soup.

[But fine, he'll look for something else. There are tons of choices, and he sniffs the air experimentally before drifting off in another direction toward a stand selling what appears to be lettuce wraps, filled with chicken and hummus and diced tomatoes.]

[There's a slight laugh as Castiel wanders off, though he's at least pleased at where he winds up. It's healthy and even Sam admits it looks good, coming up behind Castiel.]

Hummus is good. And good for you.

[Which is important okok]

I have seen it before, but I have never had it.

[And now he's curious.]

So get one.

[Sam is considering getting one for himself, though he really wants sushi. Though he's kinda hungry and can probably justify eating both.]

-- Or two, actually.

[They do look good.]

I thought you were buying.

[And therefore of course that means Sam has to order, too.]

I thought angels were self-sufficient.

[But fine, if Castiel insists on Sam ordering, he'll step up a few more feet and gesture to what he wants.]

We are also manipulative and avoidant.

[So there.]

So's most of humanity.

[With a slight eyeroll as he hands Castiel his lettuce wrap, picking apart his own to see what was actually inside it.]

I think I gave you the lemon one.

That is true.

[He takes the wrap, doing the same thing as Sam. The stall owner just shakes his head at them from behind his booth.]

Is that good or bad?

I could eat an entire tub of hummus no matter what flavor it is, so it's never bad.

[And he totally has. :')]

Give it a shot. The worst that can happen is you don't like it, right?

[He nods in agreement; that is indeed the worst that can happen, which is nothing really, compared to how their life usually goes.]

I suppose.

[He pauses a moment, and then takes a bite of the wrap. It's a complex combination of flavors and textures and it's briefly overwhelming, as new sensory experiences usually are for him, but he decides quickly that it's an enjoyable one.]

I believe I like this.

[By the time Castiel chews his way through his one bite and nibbles around at his wrap, Sam is mostly done with his -- but he looks pleased when Castiel says he likes what he's eating.]

Hummus is easy to make.

I bet Daphne's would taste a lot better.

[He takes another bite, looking up from his food when Sam mentioned making hummus.]

Daphne can make anything.

[He's definitely going to ask her about trying.]

She's like Mary Poppins.

[With half a laugh as he takes another bite of his own wrap.]

Better that you go home asking for hummus than fried bananas, I guess.

Fried bananas?

[That earns a nose scrunch.]

They're pretty good.

[Admittedly.]

Distinctly American, but good.

[Castiel isn't convinced, though he decides to focus on his wrap for the moment instead. After a minute or so he finished it, brushing his hands off of on his jacket, feeling a little more energetic; Daphne had been taking care of him as usual, but he hadn't had much appetite since returning from being grey. There's been a lot going on, and it seems he needed the extra nutrition.]

I wonder if there is anything else here besides just food.

From what I can tell, it's a lot of food stalls. Knowing Asgard, though, it's probably going to expand into something else. There's a lot of variety -- some of these foods I've never seen before.

[Which is pretty cool, Sam thinks.]

We can wander around, though, I don't have anywhere to be.

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