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Oh, quite.

[ She pulls a leg up, props her chin on it and regards him thoughtfully. ]

It was like...all of the chaos was something I'd dreamed up. Riding huge polar bears, my shop, you.

Wouldn't be hard to believe it.

What did you do with all that time? Take over the world?

[A little wry smile. He fully believes she could have if she wanted.]

[ Oh, easily. She's that kind of lady. ]

No, but my son almost destroyed it again. On accident, of course. He's a good boy, but he's just like me.

Son-

[Hnghhhhh recover, Sam. Be cool.]

Wow-- um. Wow.

So you got married and everything.

Mhm. Married, a son...

[ She squints at him, tips her head and siiighs. ]

They were begging me to run the British museum, I was a scholar, a good career.. [ An arm candy house husband who helped her on digs... ]

The perfect apple pie ending she deserved. The kind someone like Sam could have never given her.

He clears his throat and tongues the inside of his cheek for a moment.]

I'm sorry to hear that.

I mean, that you had everything and lost it.

..

Who's the lucky guy?

[ Something you would have liked though, wouldn't you.

She'd had a whole life...a very good life, full of love and family and adventures.

Chock full of white woman privilege but, still. A good life. ]

Rick O'Connell. I probably told you about him.

[Sam would have been an excellent archaeologist lbr.

He nods a little. They've talked about Rick and their adventures. He isn't that surprised.]

Right. Yeah. Guess it's Evelyn O'Connell now, huh. Congratulations.

[Is that a flash of anger in him? Maybe. But very surface. Disappointment, maybe, but it's gone again as soon as it came. Swallowed by the void of nothing behind Sam's ribs where his soul should be. He's not happy though, that's for sure.

He opens the bottle, somehow fittingly adorned with a skull and cross bones, and offers to fill her near by glass.]

We should celebrate.

[ He would have. And he probably would have loved it. ]

It is. Yes.

[ It's an odd feeling, to pick up on the snippets of those emotions, and she isn't entirely sure what to do with them. This is really the first encounter she's had where she's had the chance to really feel something like that.

How strange. ]

Celebrate my arrival back in this bloody mess?

[He huffs a laugh and shakes his head.]

Celebrate was the wrong word. Sorry.

To hellholes and new beginnings?

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

I think that sounds much better.

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-

[ Hrrrrrkk--

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

Good heavens, that's absolutely revolting.

[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.

It's...not what I expected.

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

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

[He sets the bottle down. Abort.]

I'm so sorry.

I...have some wine.

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

Yes please [Hack, wheeze omg gross fuck]

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

In the kitchen.

[ of her big ass old house ]

[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.]

[ 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.

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.]

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

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

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.

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

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

[ oof. ]

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