[ His turn for a pause. Makes a guy wonder who he's talking to. Sam has several questions but it's tough to order them into something that doesn't read as an onslaught.]
Under control. He’s sick as a dog and back to square one, I think.
Spoke to someone, they’ve got a friend who weakened Lucifer when he was in control, made it easier for me to get back control long enough to do what I needed to.
Maybe they can do more of that.
[And then, because he’s you, and you’re him, and he sees what you’re worried about immediately, he adds:]
Sorry, not a lot of ways to prove I’m me. I look like complete human shit right now, if it helps my case.
[ More the fact that Sam has realized and said something. He doesn't think Lucifer would have. In fact, he thinks Lucifer would have taken this opportunity to slide back in with his smug, soft voice and coo how valiant the effort was. How bitter the disappointment. Maybe he'd make them a nice consolation trophy. A gold star sticker reading 'you tried'.
But you get what he means, right? Right.]
Death flu, right? Wild.
Doubt there's Gatorade here. Ginger ale?
[ Not bothering to ask if Sam wants anything, he knows he'll say no. I'm good, leave me alone, don't worry about me. He knows, don't waste your energy. Just tell him what out of the usual suspects you want to drink. ]
Got a little of both. Death flu’s not exactly the only reason I look like shit
Might’ve gotten my ass kicked really good after I woke up.
[He takes a little solace in knowing another Sam won’t go trying to hunt anyone down for it, though. Dean, on the other hand... He knows that idiot is going to go start trouble over all of this. Hopefully he doesn’t connect the dots (he will, dammit).]
[Just. Casually rooting through some of the supplies he's gathered looking for something that sounds appetising and looks easy to swallow without chewing too much. Chicken soup it is. He pockets the can and heads out to try to find a bottle of gingerale before heading towards Dean's.]
Well in other news I just found out about other Dean. Get this, Francine knew he was here all this time and never told me.
He does look a little like a Francine, doesn't he?
[He appreciates the slight turn in conversation here, Sam. It's at least a little lighter than shooting yourself in the head, or bludgeoning your brother.]
Francine's never been the best at telling us inside information. It's something we learned from him, and something he learned from dad, right?
Wanda, huh 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.]
[Completely understandable but also they need all he help they can get.]
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.]
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.]
[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.]
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.
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Both of us dead for a week
both came back.
Unfortunately
But might have a Plan B if our Plan A doesn’t work
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Where are we at now? Under control?
What's plan B?
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He’s sick as a dog and back to square one, I think.
Spoke to someone, they’ve got a friend who weakened Lucifer when he was in control, made it easier for me to get back control long enough to do what I needed to.
Maybe they can do more of that.
[And then, because he’s you, and you’re him, and he sees what you’re worried about immediately, he adds:]
Sorry, not a lot of ways to prove I’m me.
I look like complete human shit right now, if it helps my case.
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[ More the fact that Sam has realized and said something. He doesn't think Lucifer would have. In fact, he thinks Lucifer would have taken this opportunity to slide back in with his smug, soft voice and coo how valiant the effort was. How bitter the disappointment. Maybe he'd make them a nice consolation trophy. A gold star sticker reading 'you tried'.
But you get what he means, right? Right.]
Death flu, right? Wild.
Doubt there's Gatorade here. Ginger ale?
[ Not bothering to ask if Sam wants anything, he knows he'll say no. I'm good, leave me alone, don't worry about me. He knows, don't waste your energy. Just tell him what out of the usual suspects you want to drink. ]
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Death flu’s not exactly the only reason I look like shit
Might’ve gotten my ass kicked really good after I woke up.
[He takes a little solace in knowing another Sam won’t go trying to hunt anyone down for it, though. Dean, on the other hand... He knows that idiot is going to go start trouble over all of this. Hopefully he doesn’t connect the dots (he will, dammit).]
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Smooth. Who by?
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It was fair, though.
I caused a lot of pain and confusion.
People are right to be pissed.
You know how it is. People find you and me, they get angry, they try to get rid of us, get mad, whatever. It’s not my first rodeo.
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No, I get it. That sucks.
[Just. Casually rooting through some of the supplies he's gathered looking for something that sounds appetising and looks easy to swallow without chewing too much. Chicken soup it is. He pockets the can and heads out to try to find a bottle of gingerale before heading towards Dean's.]
Well in other news I just found out about other Dean. Get this, Francine knew he was here all this time and never told me.
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Your Dean*
Lol Francine
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He does look a little like a Francine, doesn't he?
[He appreciates the slight turn in conversation here, Sam. It's at least a little lighter than shooting yourself in the head, or bludgeoning your brother.]
Francine's never been the best at telling us inside information. It's something we learned from him, and something he learned from dad, right?
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That's the one. It's a dick move, though.
Like I get what his thought process was and it's kind of sweet? For him? But seriously what the hell.
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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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