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endoftheverse) wrote2020-11-08 07:18 pm
endoftheverse) wrote2020-11-08 07:18 pm
Deerington Inbox.
[A general automated voicemail plays.]
[A general automated voicemail plays.]
[on the first day, when (if) sam heads outside, there's a brown paper bag left on the doorstep, complete with his name written at the top. inside sits a sandwich, along with a (sloppily written) note that says I wasn't sure what you like in your sandwiches. there's no name though. he doesn't know that it's needed. yet.]
[today's gift is a pair of mars bars. only the two, because he was only given a box when he arrived, and he's almost out. the note this time is simply this]
[next up is a punnet of strawberries, the note reading I wanted to get you a record. But I don't have any money. I'm sorry.]
[Sam had been mildly concerned he had a stalker, maybe even of the demon variety. Or serial killer variety? He wasn't sure if Yellow Eyes was still around, but... yeah, okay, this is Jack. Sam had been concerned this would happen — it's only natural the kid has some interest in a guy who shares his father's face.
... In. In multiple senses of the word.
Nothing's put to waste, of course. Not by Sam, and apparently not by Dean, who has made it his goal to shove as much candy bar in his face as possible before Sam catches him in the act; a gentle eye-roll, no heat — the others deserve something good, right? — and he does force down the sour smoothie, just for the sake of politeness. But the thing is... that last note? It kind of scares him. He'd told the other Sam he'd keep his distance for Jack's sake... and Jack himself makes Sam nervous. He wants to completely trust the better, brighter Sam when he says that the kid is 100% good, but... he's the same guy who trusted Ruby, right? Both of them have had their net losses when it comes to trusting the wrong people.
It's not... fair, though. To shove that all on a kid whose sin was being born as Lucifer's offspring.
Sam couldn't bring it upon himself to blame a young Sam Winchester for being a freak, for being made for something bigger and badder than the kid ever anticipated. He couldn't bring it upon himself to blame Jack, either.
He sends a text message, finally:]
Thank you for the gifts, but you should be saving them for yourself, kid.
[(....)]
I don't think meeting is a good idea, Jack.
You know I'm not safe to be around.
... In. In multiple senses of the word.
Nothing's put to waste, of course. Not by Sam, and apparently not by Dean, who has made it his goal to shove as much candy bar in his face as possible before Sam catches him in the act; a gentle eye-roll, no heat — the others deserve something good, right? — and he does force down the sour smoothie, just for the sake of politeness. But the thing is... that last note? It kind of scares him. He'd told the other Sam he'd keep his distance for Jack's sake... and Jack himself makes Sam nervous. He wants to completely trust the better, brighter Sam when he says that the kid is 100% good, but... he's the same guy who trusted Ruby, right? Both of them have had their net losses when it comes to trusting the wrong people.
It's not... fair, though. To shove that all on a kid whose sin was being born as Lucifer's offspring.
Sam couldn't bring it upon himself to blame a young Sam Winchester for being a freak, for being made for something bigger and badder than the kid ever anticipated. He couldn't bring it upon himself to blame Jack, either.
He sends a text message, finally:]
Thank you for the gifts, but you should be saving them for yourself, kid.
[(....)]
I don't think meeting is a good idea, Jack.
You know I'm not safe to be around.
Edited (grammar oop) 2020-11-17 21:27 (UTC)
[if he's honest with himself (which, why wouldn't he be?) jack wasn't really expecting sam to respond. he'd already made it clear that he wanted jack to stay away. both sam's had. but as much as he'd like to make them both happy by doing as they say, he can't. not when there's still a chance that he can help this sam, in some way.
so when the message comes, his face lights up. something that stays firmly in place long after he's read what's been sent, simply because sam contacted him.]
I wanted you to have them.
[though he really would prefer to share them, in person]
People say that I'm not safe either. But I'm trying to be good, and I know that you are too.
I want to meet you, Sam. I'm not scared of him.
so when the message comes, his face lights up. something that stays firmly in place long after he's read what's been sent, simply because sam contacted him.]
I wanted you to have them.
[though he really would prefer to share them, in person]
People say that I'm not safe either. But I'm trying to be good, and I know that you are too.
I want to meet you, Sam. I'm not scared of him.
[Sam sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.]
... I'm guessing your dad doesn't know about the gifts and the messages?
[And yes, he is weirded out by referring to another Sam as a dad, thanks for wondering.]
... I'm guessing your dad doesn't know about the gifts and the messages?
[And yes, he is weirded out by referring to another Sam as a dad, thanks for wondering.]
I'm not the Sam you know, Jack.
I don't know what people've told you, but I'm not a good person. Okay?
I'm not good to be around.
[...
Ugh, dammit.
He adds after grappling with himself for a moment:]
I did like them.
The gifts.
They were nice, thank you.
What book are you reading?
I don't know what people've told you, but I'm not a good person. Okay?
I'm not good to be around.
[...
Ugh, dammit.
He adds after grappling with himself for a moment:]
I did like them.
The gifts.
They were nice, thank you.
What book are you reading?
You aren't the Sam that found me. But you're still Sam. And you're still a good person. You're not Lucifer.
[and he'll keep pointing that out for however long he needs to.]
It's called The Witches. All the other books I've read don't mention that witches are bald and have claws though. It's strange.
[...yes, he's reading roald dahl right now. don't judge him]
[and he'll keep pointing that out for however long he needs to.]
It's called The Witches. All the other books I've read don't mention that witches are bald and have claws though. It's strange.
[...yes, he's reading roald dahl right now. don't judge him]
[Is it just easier to sidestep that first message?
It absolutely is, and it's absolutely what he's doing now.]
The Witches, huh? Roald Dahl, I know the author.
That kind of stuff used to scare the crap out of me as a kid.
[... He was a boy who knew witches were real... So, you know. Books like that just fueled his anxiety, but god he sure read them anyway.]
It absolutely is, and it's absolutely what he's doing now.]
The Witches, huh? Roald Dahl, I know the author.
That kind of stuff used to scare the crap out of me as a kid.
[... He was a boy who knew witches were real... So, you know. Books like that just fueled his anxiety, but god he sure read them anyway.]
Not exactly like them, no, but there's plenty out there that wouldn't mind turning kids into mice. Some of them make deals with demons in order to practice that kind of stuff, and others just have a predisposition towards it.
They all have reasons for getting into it... Pretty much all witches I've ran into are generally bad news, though. So Dahl got that right.
[... The less said about Ruby, the better.
The betrayal of the woman he'd loved still aches, even all these years later.]
They all have reasons for getting into it... Pretty much all witches I've ran into are generally bad news, though. So Dahl got that right.
[... The less said about Ruby, the better.
The betrayal of the woman he'd loved still aches, even all these years later.]
You should never trust a demon, no.
[He hesitates, unsure if he should... Well, it's for the sake of the kid. So he understands, completely, that Sam's being genuine here. That his words should be considered with complete earnestness.]
I did once.
It cost me a lot.
And that's on me for making the mistake, but it doesn't change how she used me for her own purposes. I wouldn't want that to happen to you.
[He hesitates, unsure if he should... Well, it's for the sake of the kid. So he understands, completely, that Sam's being genuine here. That his words should be considered with complete earnestness.]
I did once.
It cost me a lot.
And that's on me for making the mistake, but it doesn't change how she used me for her own purposes. I wouldn't want that to happen to you.
[A pause.]
No.
No, it was recent.
It's complicated. I thought she was different.
She felt different. But I was wrong.
Demons are demons, Jack. Be careful around them.
No.
No, it was recent.
It's complicated. I thought she was different.
She felt different. But I was wrong.
Demons are demons, Jack. Be careful around them.
[............ jesus christ, what are you guys doing in the future-
No, he knows. He's done stupid shit, too. Demon manipulation is like the sky being blue.]
Pretty much, yeah.
They're human souls twisted up and made corrupt.
They don't really have a lot of 'good' traits.
They'd skin a friend for a ritual if that ritual'd give them chump change for a soda machine.
No, he knows. He's done stupid shit, too. Demon manipulation is like the sky being blue.]
Pretty much, yeah.
They're human souls twisted up and made corrupt.
They don't really have a lot of 'good' traits.
They'd skin a friend for a ritual if that ritual'd give them chump change for a soda machine.
[ un: winchester ]
left you something in your room. the upstairs one, don't let me catch you slinking into the basement to look.
[ If he goes to look, Sam might notice the charms Cas and him created, now dotted around the house, some looking quite simple, others like mobiles and some more like macabre dream catchers. They're all etched with Enochian symbols as per Cas' sketches and instructions during their little arts and crafts session.
In his upstairs room, Sam will find two items and a small note. One is one of the bone bracelets with similar Enochian symbols carefully etched in, the bone worked smooth and comfortable sitting on an adjustable leather cord, the other is one of the bone daggers, the handle wrapped in leather, the edge wickedly sharp with small, nasty looking edges and notches. It has some Enochian etchings in the blade itself, too, though different than the ones in the bracelet and charms around the house.
The note reads: ]
Thank you for your help with our little arts and crafts project, and for putting the tools back and storing the leftover bones in the garage. I've put the last finishing touches on these items. Thought you might appreciate the results. The etchings are now washed in angel blood, which may or may not have happened on purpose. Enjoy your new toys!
~ Cas
I don't think so, no.
Not 'good'.
Once that kind of thing is inside you, I don't know
You just
It's something you can't scrub away.
There's an evil in it that isn't as simple as being born fresh.
Corruption, I guess you could say.
[Hard to say if he's talking about the demons anymore, honestly.
But hey — Sam's never been one for healthy views on himself.]
Not 'good'.
Once that kind of thing is inside you, I don't know
You just
It's something you can't scrub away.
There's an evil in it that isn't as simple as being born fresh.
Corruption, I guess you could say.
[Hard to say if he's talking about the demons anymore, honestly.
But hey — Sam's never been one for healthy views on himself.]
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