[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.]
[ 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?
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.]
[ 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). ]
Well, back home. For me. In my timeline. Lucifer and his brother the archangel Michael decide they need to have a fight. A total blow out, destroy the world in the process, daddy doesn't love me enough, end of days fight. They're having it on Earth and they're going to do it in human vessels. That's just the plan. How it was always gonna be. Those vessels,
[Sam gestures to himself a little bit]
Me and Dean. Bloodline prophecy, arranged fate, the whole nine yards. Only angels need their vessel to say yes, right? And we said no. A lot, actually. But then Michael resurrected our dead half brother and wore him like a gown to the ball and the only way to stop everything was to get a key to the deepest darkest cage in all of Hell and stuff their asses into it. Which I could only do if I said yes. To Lucifer. So uh.. So I did. And that's what we did. Opened that sucker up and.. fell.
[ She works her jaw, trying to find words to say, because -- well. While she's fairly well versed with apocalyptic scenarios, this whole...biblical mumbo jumbo is a bit new.
She's never believed in any of it, though with the things she's been through...
Her mind is a bit more open. ]
Good heavens. And -- you're here, now. You got out. Obviously.
[Yes please, more wine. Lots of it. Though Sam doesn't seem all that upset. His emotions are steady. His voice doesn't quiver with the trauma of Hellfire. The trauma of everything that came before. Of his whole damn life.]
Yeah.. Me too.
..
I know this is kind of worst case scenario for you but it's nice to see a familiar face.
[ It's a bit strange, really. Evelyn would've...thought he'd be more
upset. She certainly would be. It's like talking to a brick wall, or
something of the sort. Odd. Very...very odd. ]
Yes, it is. I confess, I didn't have terribly many friends before, but I
blame that on naivety. [ And throwing herself into her shop to
distract. ]
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[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.
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..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. ]
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That's the one.
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[ 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?
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[ She looks genuinely surprised. It sure seems like something that would be a big deal. ]
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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.]
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I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry -- but how?!
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So um. Do you remember all that business in Deerington with the other me.. and Lucifer?
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I do, yes.
[ She remembers those discussions. It's been a while, but it's all been tucked away. ]
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[No, more wine first. Okay, go.]
Well, back home. For me. In my timeline. Lucifer and his brother the archangel Michael decide they need to have a fight. A total blow out, destroy the world in the process, daddy doesn't love me enough, end of days fight. They're having it on Earth and they're going to do it in human vessels. That's just the plan. How it was always gonna be. Those vessels,
[Sam gestures to himself a little bit]
Me and Dean. Bloodline prophecy, arranged fate, the whole nine yards. Only angels need their vessel to say yes, right? And we said no. A lot, actually. But then Michael resurrected our dead half brother and wore him like a gown to the ball and the only way to stop everything was to get a key to the deepest darkest cage in all of Hell and stuff their asses into it. Which I could only do if I said yes. To Lucifer. So uh.. So I did. And that's what we did. Opened that sucker up and.. fell.
[More or less]
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She's never believed in any of it, though with the things she's been through...
Her mind is a bit more open. ]
Good heavens. And -- you're here, now. You got out. Obviously.
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"No, God no. Of course not."
More wine. Definitely more wine.
"Well -- I'm glad you're here."
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Yeah.. Me too.
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I know this is kind of worst case scenario for you but it's nice to see a familiar face.
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[ It's a bit strange, really. Evelyn would've...thought he'd be more upset. She certainly would be. It's like talking to a brick wall, or something of the sort. Odd. Very...very odd. ]
Yes, it is. I confess, I didn't have terribly many friends before, but I blame that on naivety. [ And throwing herself into her shop to distract. ]
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We've got plenty of room, though. If you get tired of this mansion. The cabin has a solid roof and everything now.
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[ She laughs at that, because oh honey that cabin was a tragedy. ]
Are you sure? It was awfully tight before.
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Wow. Color me impressed. I may have to take you up on that.
[ Her mansion is awfully big and lonely. And, as if it can hear her thoughts of venturing out, it gives a low moan, like bitch, do not. ]
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Does that.. Is that a normal sound?
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Oh, you've never heard it do that before? It moans. I've grown rather fond of it, actually.
[ It's like a very clean, very creepy roommate. ]
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.... do you want me to do something about it?
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Oh, no, that's quite alright. I honestly don't know what I would do if the house was too quiet, you know?
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I mean you could get a pet or something. Have you heard about the omen thing yet?
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