deer country inbox;

[egyptologist]

leave a message.

Comments

[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. ]

[family_remains]

Alright.

[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]

[egyptologist]

[ 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.

[family_remains]

I guess so. I don't really want to go back to find out.

[egyptologist]

"No, God no. Of course not."

More wine. Definitely more wine.

"Well -- I'm glad you're here."

[family_remains]

[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.

[egyptologist]

[ 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. ]

[family_remains]

There was a lot going on.

We've got plenty of room, though. If you get tired of this mansion. The cabin has a solid roof and everything now.

[egyptologist]

[ She laughs at that, because oh honey that cabin was a tragedy. ]

Are you sure? It was awfully tight before.

[family_remains]

Total renovation. Can't tell you how but it's basically a whole new house. It's an actual house for starters.

[egyptologist]

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. ]

[family_remains]

[Sam looks like he's going to respond before stopping at the sound of the moan and looking up, then around.]

Does that.. Is that a normal sound?

[egyptologist]

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. ]

[family_remains]

No I uh. I don't know if I have.

.... do you want me to do something about it?

[egyptologist]

Oh, no, that's quite alright. I honestly don't know what I would do if the house was too quiet, you know?

[family_remains]

If you're sure.

I mean you could get a pet or something. Have you heard about the omen thing yet?

[egyptologist]

Mmm, I have. I'm not sure I know how all that works. I had a dream guide, so...the same, I should think.

[family_remains]

Huh. Maybe.

From what I understand it's like having an animal familiar. Everyone does. All of us Sleepers, anyway. Either you let them out to be with you or you can. Keep them inside you, I guess.

[egyptologist]

[ Hm. Interesting. How to let it out. ]

Just -- visualize it, do you think?

[family_remains]

I guess. I haven't really thought about it too much.

[He takes another sip of wine. Sam doesn't particularly care for his and when he's more himself he'll be down right insulted. ]

Give it a try? I hear some of them can even talk to you.