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[egyptologist]

[ She laughs, shifting to cross her legs and stretch out. ]

I think that sounds much better.

[family_remains]

Good. Yeah.. Good.

[A little sigh and he raises the bottle to her filled glass. He'll drink straight from the vessel, he doesn't care. It's rough as fuck, though. Made out of god know's what around here. What is there to ferment, anyway?

He struggles it down before coughing]

Okay, no that's awful-

[egyptologist]

[ Hrrrrrkk--

Yeah, her reaction isn't any better, coughing as she sets it back down. ]

Good heavens, that's absolutely revolting.

[family_remains]

[Sam growls to try to get it out of his throat so he can swallow and squints at the bottle. What the fuck is this shit, kerosene?]

Tastes like the time Dean tried to make prison hooch.

[egyptologist]

It's...not what I expected.

[ Frankly, she's a little hoarse. Good lord, are you trying to poison them, Sam>> ]

[family_remains]

No... no. This was a bad idea.

[He sets the bottle down. Abort.]

I'm so sorry.

[egyptologist]

I...have some wine.

[ It might be a palate cleanser, if anything. ]

[family_remains]

Yes please [Hack, wheeze omg gross fuck]

[egyptologist]

[ Just leeet her stumble to her feet, offer a hand. Up you get, Winchester. ]

In the kitchen.

[ of her big ass old house ]

[family_remains]

[It's a nice house but way too big for just one person. He takes her hand and hauls himself up with a grunt to follow. Freakin.. death juice, god.]

[egyptologist]

[ It's huge and it's lonely. It moans -- but honestly, it's like having company. She's getting used to it again. ]

It's...red. It was in the pantry. Hope you don't mind.

[family_remains]

Red is good.

[He smiles and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand before heading towards the pantry to find said bottle.

It's easy to find but he takes a moment and a deep breath. Cmon, Winchester. Get your shit together.]

[egyptologist]

[ Evelyn leeeeans on the counter, watches Sam with a raised brow. ]

You alright, Sam? Is everything good, since you've arrived?

[family_remains]

Uuuh yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

[Time is up, then. He takes the bottle and turns to bring it back to her.]

I mean it's all pretty nuts and every question just makes ten more, but it's fine. I mean, I've had time to adjust.

[egyptologist]

[ Yes, good. Bring it here. She'll drink straight from the bottle. ]

I suppose I should have, by now. It's just...

[ oof. ]

[family_remains]

It makes sense.

[Taking the bottle when she's finished to have a sip for himself. Get the taste of burning death out of his mouth.]

You have a lot more to miss back home. You had a life.

.. I was in Hell. Real Hell.

[egyptologist]

[ There you go, Sam. Cleanse your tongue. ]

..Hell? As in, Heaven and Hell?

[ She looks like she has about a billion questions, but she's biting her tongue like a good girl. ]

[family_remains]

[He nods, looking a little vulnerable but he doesn't feel it. The man with the saddest eyes in Trench, so says Ariadne. But check him out opening up. Or something.]

That's the one.

[egyptologist]

My God, I--

[ She believes him obviously, because this is Trench and after Deerington, there's no reason not to believe any wild tale that comes out of anyone's mouth.

Especially not after her own escapades. She'd died, for God's sake, been brought back by an ancient Egyptian spell. She'd had no time to dwell on it, or think of it either, until she was brought here and left to her own devices in a cold, huge, empty home. ]

I'm so sorry. But you're here now, it's all right?

[family_remains]

Yeah. Well, [shrugging a little] It's not that big of a deal but I don't want to go back.

[egyptologist]

Hell...wasn't a big deal?

[ She looks genuinely surprised. It sure seems like something that would be a big deal. ]

[family_remains]

[Yes you would think.]

I've had time to adjust. And to be fair I don't remember much.

[Said as he snags the bottle for a sip. He doesn't remember anything actually. Suspiciously. Sam has to wonder if that's really the truth or just his truth. Maybe he'll never know. But Sam, what's a nice boy like you doing in Hell. Funny you should wonder.]

[egyptologist]

[ She's flabbergasted, because she's certainly seen snippets of the Egyptian underworld (which now, coupled with what Sam has said, tells her that there are multiple ah, afterlifes). ]

I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry -- but how?!

[family_remains]

[He thinks about it for a beat. He's gonna sound totally nuts and he knows it.]

So um. Do you remember all that business in Deerington with the other me.. and Lucifer?

[egyptologist]

I do, yes.

[ She remembers those discussions. It's been a while, but it's all been tucked away. ]