genessia | So far from home

[...Waitasec]

[Or is it? It's not like he's not had people from other times brought in before. Example number one: Mom.

He's going to need a closer look. Or in this case scent. Time to put that Dog thing to useful work for a change!]

[He's not going to be hard to find. While Sam should be investigating, he's proceeding carefully. Reading up before he starts moving.

Follow your nose Dean. Sam might smell a little different, but he's recovering. Getting better.]

[Okay. Okay. If there was one thing he was going to emerge for, it was definitely going to be this. Hell, it's not like he just lost a week hunting M to being a unicorn or anything anyway.

Shit.

Well, he can do both. He needs to see if this (a) really is his brother and (b).... you know, fuck it. He's got his comm if Alvin or Milla decide to report in, and what he's doing right now can wait for his maybe brother.

Calm. Caaaalm. Which, you know, he maybe should have thought of before starting the message...]

[Yep, all the shock and confusion and pondering is gone for poker face. Not that it took longer than two seconds for all of these emotions to pass over his face, seeing as his mind is racing] You still by the entrance to the bay? Wait there. If not, go back to the entryway. You shouldn't be able to get back in it though, just a tip. [And hangs up.]

[He goes tearing through the streets to the entrance to the bay, picking up Sam's slightly off but basically normal scent as he draws close. It's enough for him to ascertain that it's just Sam. It makes him wonder about when, but it can all come later. He's pulling up just short of Sam, face all lit up like a kid on Christmas.]

It's you.

[He grabs a hold of Sam in a tight hug now, however. It's been nearly two long years since he last saw him and Goddamn it he missed you so very, very much. If you'd been here, there's no doubt there's things that would have been different if Sam had been there to balance him out like that limb it feels like he's been trying to live around missing, but hey ho.

Don't care, he's here now.]

The hell took you so long, asshole?

[He just hangs there for a moment more before reluctantly letting go. Not that he's one for hugs but he doesn't think you understand nearly two years. He's lost quite a lot of friends that he'd made, watched one of them die after he failed to save her, lost a best friend (and somewhere along the lines almost surrogate little brother) of a death god, and his house has been blown up. Just to name a few things.]

What? [Sam doesn't pull away from the hug. Yes, he's still pissed and hurt and a hundred other unhappy things but Dean is his brother.]

What are you talking about? Dude, you walked away from me and Cas like two hours ago. [he's just not going to think about why and what brought them to that point.]

[It's Sam, it's Sam it's Sam It's- Wait, what? Is pretty much the mental process here. Why the hell would he...?

Okay, so, he's missed something big. Especially by the way Sam's holding himself. Uh oh. He's going to have to get Sam to play catch up with him. And if it's big, possibly end up in the dream dock again, as much as he has a love-hate relationship with that place. After M, naturally - the dreamdock, that is.]

Okay, you me, bar and catch up is what's happening in a minute. First, and don't freak out, but I've been here over a year and a half, dude. I know, it's weird, you'll get cliff notes at the bar. Which is this way. [If you don't come, he is dragging you. Seriously.] It's, like, two years in... May. I think. April or may. It's been so goddamned long, I don't really... [He couldn't even say for sure it's April or May, but he's pretty sure. It's not like he was avidly looking at and taking note of the date on that first, extremely weird day.] Whatever. [Shrug.] It's been a long time since I last saw you.

[.. Um. Okay. Absolutely none of this is making sense, but for the moment he's willing to go along with it. Dean looked so happy to see him - it wasn't a look that he faked, not with Sam.]

Wait. What? A year and a half? How.. the archangels are dead, who in the hell could have thrown you into some kind of time loop without me knowing?

[Still, he lets himself get dragged along, trying to take in his surroundings as they go. Considering they'd tortured the angel occupying him before he kicked it free - yeah. He could use a drink.]

What the hell is this place, man?

[DON'T LOOK AROUND, YOU HAVE TIME FOR THAT LATER!! :< ]

It's not a time loop. At least, not for us. Time moves pretty much normally, at least here it does. Time back on home seems to stop, from what I can tell at least. I've been back to check on you twice, dude. [He's fully aware of how this all sounds by the way.

But wait! It gets weirder.] I think it's some kind of other world. We don't know who or what brought us here, but... people and things come in from places that don't even exist for us. Or completely fictional.

[BUT DEAAAAAN!

It's pure reflex that has Sam reaching for the beer set in front of him, shifting so he can listen to his brother lay out a seriously screwed up story. And given their lives - that's saying a lot.]

Wait. Hang on. Fictional? You're shitting me.

[NO SAMMY. BAD SAMMY.

He's shaking his head, reaching for his own. He's brought Sam to Jack's - Jack's again not for the karaoke but those handy dandy rent-able rooms. Insta-privacy. Especially when he uses a fake name. Don't worry, Sam, you'll find out why later, stop looking at him like that.]

I wish I wa- actually, no. Not in this case I don't. [Now that he's where the only who he wants to see him can see him, he's visibly more relaxed and a little less frenetic in his energy, even if he's still deliriously excited.] I drink with Captain James. T. Kirk. Pretty regularly. [At least, before Christmas day..] J. J. Abrams reboot version, but still way awesome. [Look at his face. Not lying, not exaggerating that it's just the actor.]

[HMPH. You never let him have ANY FUN. Jerk.

Stop. Stare.

No, really. Because he's been a part of some seriously weird shit but his is kind of topping everything else.]

I, ah. You're drinking with some character from a sci-fi movie. [Dean's not lying, but it's taking a lot for Sam to wrap his brain around this one.]

[HE CAN'T BE DEALING WITH YOU WASTING TIME, BITCH. >:3

He shrugs.] We're characters in a book. And a tv series in that other dimension thing. [This. This is how long he's been here, Sam. He's so used to this shit.]

I was also best friends with a Death God and we have a girl with wings - whose name is Angel but she's not one living - at the house. And Mom. [Note the use of 'we' and 'the'] Things are weird here dude, but that doesn't make them less awesome.

[IT'S CALLED INVESTIGATING, JERK.

And okay. Touche. You've got him there, Dean. The rest of it just keeps getting weirder though.]</small 'We' have a girl? Who's we? .. Mom? She's.. she's here?

[YEAH, THAT'S WHAT THEY ALL SAY.]

Yeah, she is. [and currently not happy with your brother. Again, more on that later] and 'we' is me and mom... and now you, I guess? [WANNA BE A SURROGATE UNCLE, SAMMY? tough. Y'are now.]

[YOU'RE ALWAYS STIFLING HIM. *SOB*

He can't do it. Can't pull away from Dean and can't tell him just how badly things had gone back home. At least not right now. Play through the pain, right? Sam nods slowly.] Yeah. You.. you have a house here?

[BECAUSE YOU'RE ALWAYS BEING A DUMBASS D:]

Yeah. Got the car back with it, too. [there's a brief pause before he 'explains'] She missed it so much, Sam. [That should tell you it was one house in particular. And he hadn't even done it for him in the first place.]

Yeah. I.. I get it. [And now he really can't do it. Tell Dean how badly things went wrong, how he'd walked away. How they were both to blame for Kevin.]

So.. what's the deal here? Why are we here? Kinda got a job to wrap up back home.

[Tough, you've already told him he walked away and you saying about a job means he says-] Oh, yeah. What went on back there? You can skip everything up to the hunt where we met the German Shepherd. [He kind of got carried away and forgot to ask. Whoops.]

[Yeah, well waking up in an alternate dimension does that to a guy. Sam goes tense, looking down at his beer and picking at the label, his voice going quiet.] I know what happened Dean. About the angel in me. But his name isn’t Ezekiel, it’s Gadreel.

The angels are still at war and we can’t get a line on Metatron. Cas stole some angel’s grace, but his wings are still broken thanks to the spell. A spell we can’t unravel.

[He goes still and tense as he listens, but he knows damned well that's not everything. Something worse happened, or he would have still been there. If Sam was pissed about Ze- Gadreel (...He's going to have to hit the books, isn't he? Ugh)- he would have walked away, not dean walking away from Sam and Cas. Not least because if Sam walked away, Cas would stay with him.]

'Gadreel'? But- I guess that makes the Cas thing make better sense, but-

[It strikes him as a little odd that even after everything, he kind of expects Cas's presence. He can't help it though, in the last few years, he's become almost as close and familiar as Sam (Almost) even after all the crap Cas has pulled, but... He just does. He's a moron like that, he guesses.

But still, that brings us to-] What the hell happened?

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[Not even a word about what he'd done. Getting him to say yes without telling him that there was an angel inside. Sam frowns, but doesn't start with that rather unhappy lump of emotion.]

Cas said it was his fault that Lucifer got into Eden in the first place. He'd been in prison since the beginning.

He also.. he killed Kevin, Dean. He killed him and I remember the whole thing. [Just as sure as if he'd done it himself.]

[Sam. You have plenty of time to talk about that later. All the time in this world.

He's just about to open his mouth and comment on Gadreel when... you tell him what happened to Kevin. It takes all of his words away for a long moment. He got Kevin killed? Why the hell wasn't he there? Why the hell didn't he do something more if he was?]

Kevin. [A pause, like he's not quite able to process the fact the first time.] ...Kevin? [Jesus Fucking Christ on a Christmas tree. and it's safe to say he's no longer like a bouncy, excitable puppy.] I-I'm sorry.

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3/?

4/this was longer than I thought. But YOU NEED ALL THE FACES HE'S MAKING IN MY HEAD

gimme all the Dean love!!

5/7...?

6/8. Definitely 8

7/8. [To action!]

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