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[endoftheverse]

[Sam is... not okay. He hasn't been okay for a while.

Because while Jack is suffering over the loss of Sam, Sam is suffering over the loss of Dean. The walls of this house, they ring with the silence. It bounces off the walls and leave Cas and him numb, fingers tingling and heads swimming from the loss. Sam doesn't answer most messages. He just blanks on time; one moment it's one in the morning, the next it's nine at night.

But he manages to reply to this one. At least this one.]

Jack? What do you mean?
What happened?

[progeny]

[if it wasn't for what's happening with castiel, he'd be asking about dean. asking to see how sam was doing. but it's a little hard to focus beyond the here and now. beyond the fact that he's just come out of a conversation with a complete stranger wearing his father's face.]

He doesn't remember me. Or Deerington. Or anything that happened here.

I can't lose him too.

[endoftheverse]

Stay calm, Jack.
Even if he can't remember, you still have him. He'll be there for you.
You just need to catch him up on things again.

I know it's hard, but you can do it.

Just... think of it as Cas needing you right now.
Cas needing someone who he can rely on to fill him in.
It'll give you something to focus on, when it feels like a lot.

Castiel's one of the good ones, right?
Not even losing memories will change that.

[progeny]

He doesn't know who I am. But he knows you and Dean.

I want to help him. But I can't. You and Dean can though. He'll listen to you.

[endoftheverse]

I don't know if he'll listen to me, Jack.
It depends on what time he's from.
He didn't exactly like me all that much when we first met, I'm pretty sure.