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[egyptologist]

[ She's not expecting a call, she picks up very confused and honestly it takes her a moment to place the voice, since there's no username. ]

Ariadne..?

[demonicbeauty]

[She's oddly relieved to hear Evelyn's voice. It at least means she wasn't completely wrong or misguided.]

Oh, yes, my lady. Ariadne of Valeria.

I'm sorry to disturb you, but I recently had a troubling conversation. And I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.

I was hoping you might be able to help me understand it...

[egyptologist]

Just Evelyn is fine.

What's wrong, are you alright?

[demonicbeauty]

I'm fine. I'm concerned though. About your--

[She stops herself from saying "mate." If only because it's become clear that Humans don't use that word the same way.]

About Sam Winchester. The adult one, not the child.

[egyptologist]

[ Well. That has her concerned. ]

Sam? What about him? Has something happened?

[demonicbeauty]

To be honest, that's what I'm trying to figure out.

I spoke with him a few days ago and his behavior struck me as somewhat unusual. I have to confess, I don't know as much about Human social behavior as I should, but he seemed a little...

[She struggles a moment, trying to find the right word.]

Aloof. And that doesn't seem like Sam. If that makes any sense at all?

[egyptologist]

[ She thinks back to her encounter with him, the way he felt, so calm...devoid of...anything, really. ]

I think I understand. Did he do something? Say something? He didn't hurt you, did he?

[ That's hard for her to imagine, but you never know. ]

[demonicbeauty]

Oh, no. He didn't.

[A pause.]

And while he's very large and burly, I can almost assure you that he couldn't.

But he did...seem very interested in having sex that "meant nothing."

[egyptologist]

I believe you.

[ Ariadne seems like a rather capable woman. ]

...Did he, now.

[demonicbeauty]

I told him no, of course.

[She's very quick to add that. And not just because she wants her first time to actually mean something. Alastrians are extremely territorial. She certainly doesn't want to imply that she's moving in on someone else's territory. That's the kind of thing that leads to blood feuds and broken packs.

Ariadne so very desperately likes the little pack she had in Deerington.]

He didn't know you were here, in Trench. I told him, after Dean told me. I don't mean to imply that he was intentionally betraying your trust.

[egyptologist]

Oh, no, dear -- you've done nothing wrong.

[ Just in case that came across wrong, Evelyn isn't mad. She's married, for heavens sake.

But...still. ]

I supposed it's natural he's different. I'm different. Eight years passed for me.

[demonicbeauty]

I guess time can change people. Still...

[She's struggling to explain it out loud as much as she was struggling to understand it that afternoon in the orchard.]

He just doesn't seem like...Sam. He looks and smells like him. But I find it hard to believe that Sam would...

[Ariadne doesn't have the words. In any language. And she speaks them all.]

[egyptologist]

No, I understand what you mean. He was never the sort to just...

[ She gestures, not that it's visible. ]

I wonder if he's going through something. A spat with his brother?

[demonicbeauty]

None as far as I can tell. They seem to be settling in together quite well. Sam came to get some fruit from my orchard for the whole family.

[A family she almost felt like she was a part of. But she doesn't know how to reconcile that with her strange encounter with Sam.]

[egyptologist]

[ Hm. She's stumped. ]

That's...strange. I saw him recently, he did seem off, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. But he felt different.

[ And she knows that likely wont make sense but it's all she has. ]

[demonicbeauty]

[She mulls it over a moment.]

If it were just me, I'd leave it there. But if you're sensing something too..

[Clearly, she must know Sam better than Airy. If the two of them were mates or lovers or whatever term Humans are using at any given moment...]

There might be something. Who else is there to ask? Dean? That man in the smelly coat? The other Sam?

[egyptologist]

[ She is sensing something, and she isn't sure why. That's also bothering her - she can't figure it out, but something is different with her, too. ]

The smelly coat...?

[ lol wat ]

[demonicbeauty]

The scruffy man. With the blue eyes.

[Give her a second...]

Cas! He seems to spend a lot of time around the family.

[egyptologist]

Oh! Yes, yes. Of course.

[ He'd been quieter, less inclined to talk to many people. She'd just...given him his space, best she could. ]

Yes, I'd say Dean or Cas. They all seem like a fairly tight knit group.

[demonicbeauty]

Perhaps we should take our concerns to Cas first.

Dean is...defensive. Protective of his brother.

[egyptologist]

That's probably smart.

[ She doesn't know the man - Dean - well, but he's...twitchy. War torn, like Jonathan was, after he came back from the war. Dean has seen some things, that much she knows. ]

[demonicbeauty]

Do you think we should just...show up on his doorstep?

[She doesn't really know how to do this...]

[egyptologist]

He may not like being ambushed...perhaps if you called him?

[demonicbeauty]

I guess I could. But if he wanted to meet, we should probably both go. Two voices can be stronger than one.

[egyptologist]

Yes, of course. I'd be happy to come with you.