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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.]
[A general automated voicemail plays.]
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I'm not gonna pretend Dean always has a method to his madness.
He hadn't exactly been quick to tell me he had you in a basement, either.
Sorry I didn't tell you about your Dean, btw.
Was kind of, uh
overwhelmed by life.
[translation: he was fuckin possessed]
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Guess I can let you off the hook this one time.
So there's a girl here called Wanda, have you met her? She's got some abilities I think might be useful on our thing.
Haven't talked to the monk kid yet but that's next on my list.
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What kind of abilities are we talking about, here?
[To say he's skittish about someone with powers influencing him in some way would be an understatement. But it's not like the other Sam isn't fully aware that he'd be skittish. So... consider him interested.]
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She's psychic and telepathic but told me sometimes she pick up on energies. That she might be able to know what something means after touching it or seeing it.
[ie the text they're desperately trying to translate from a language they don't speak.]
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Is she trustworthy?
[No offense to her, but Sam Winchester has a hard time trusting people these days.
You know how it is.]
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Yeah, I'd say so. We did a run through the lab together and she caught Dean out of the sky.
[But also, Sam Winchester's Trust In Women With Powers hasn't always worked out so well.
Then again, Wanda isn't Meg or Ruby or one of the many others who's boned them (ha!) over the years. And Dean likes her. Dean hates witches and still likes her. So that's gotta count for something.]
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[Especially not letting his brother fall out of the sky; he's sure other Sam's got that same relieved opinion, and it makes it pretty goddamn easy to want to put some stock in Wanda's trustworthiness.]
If you trust her, I'll trust you.
We need all the help we can get.
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I'll loop her in and let you know.
ETA 10 btw hope you're hungry
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Being possessed by an archangel has some weird effects, and not eating for a day or two at a time sure is one of those issues he's working on addressing. It's not like he's gonna just die from hunger while satan's in his body, you know?
But also... death flu. Mild to moderate unaddressed concussion.
It's fine. Sure.
So he sighs, and writes back-]
I'll give it a shot.
Not gonna look pretty when you find me, just FYI.
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Nothing new there, huh ;)
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Hey, stick to what you're best at, right?
Are you in bed or the basement?
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Threatened to be put in basement.
Snuck out to an old rusty lawn chair.
When was our last tetanus shot?
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1997 Truman High vaccination day. How lucky are you feeling?
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I'd like to see tetanus try.
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Could you imagine. Everything we've been through and it's tetanus that finishes the job. So lame.
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There are worse ways to go.
Don't step on any nails out there.
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I'll try to restrain myself.
You never know what you're going to find out in the grass behind Dean's place. They'd been working on Baby before all Sam's stuff and a little bit during when there was nothing else to do but wait. Sanding her rust off, stripping the body back to bare metal. Carefully, painstakingly attempting to undo the damage of being left to rot. It's sort of amazing Dean's letting him touch the car from a maintenance perspective but this time it's different.
Sam thinks Baby is something of an allegory for his brother. That working on her means Dean is trying to find his way back from those five years of darkness. Trying to heal, if only a little bit, and Sam is allowed to help. He wants to. Desperately. If that means sanding rust and grinding out bolts then so be it.
They've got her covered with a tarp around back, which is where he finds his older self. The sandy, dried up prairie is awful but the heat is kind of nice.
"Hey," announcing himself when he gets into close earshot, arriving at Sam's side and blocking out the sun with his body. The rustling of a bag, the snap and hiss of something carbonated being opened. Gingerale, as promised, offered as he takes stock of his (brother's?) Injuries.