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[lengthofrope]

 I pulled him from hell, I will pull him from there, too. 

And I certainly don't appreciate the... "dramatic effect." I've only just begun to fight again, I'm not going to leave him there alone. It's simply a matter of staying together and staying alive until Sam retrieves us.

I have much to make up for. It begins now.

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[bitch_is_back]

I'm glad you're in the fighting mood, Clarence, cause I sure could use your help.

When you're done playing around in purgatory, maybe you could fly your sweet feathery ass to hell and rescue me.

If there's anything left to rescue by then.

[lengthofrope]

If we manage to survive purgatory. The likelihood is small. In reality, we'll probably be torn to shreds.

By some miracle, should I manage to survive, I will see to it that you're raised. I've done it before.

[bitch_is_back]

If anyone can manage it, it's probably you boys.

I'll try and keep my skin on while I'm waiting for you.

[lengthofrope]

That's advisable, though I'm not sure how you intend to accomplish that.

I'm... sorry, Meg.

[bitch_is_back]

[She rolls her eyes.]

Sorry? For dragging me out of my hiding place without so much as a howdy-do?

For turning me into Crowley's pin-cushion?

Save it. Just get me out of here.

[lengthofrope]

[He pursed his lips into a thin line, dropped his eyes for a second rather than answering. He senses the sarcasm there, so answering with yes would be redundant.]

It's never been done quite like this, though. When I raised Dean... he had only just begun to turn. Touching his soul burned both he and I- my grace... I'm not certain you'll return in the way you're expecting.

[bitch_is_back]

I'm not asking to be 'raised'. I'm not asking to be 'saved.'

I just want off the damn rack.

[lengthofrope]

Can you manage to escape on your own? I'm certain Crowley will have most every demon prepared for an attempt to escape and harbor a vessel.

[bitch_is_back]

I want to be saved but not in the glory to God kind of way. Hold your angel-stuff for the demon smiting.

[Soul groping is out of the question.]

And try and bring me back in my current packaging, okay, Clarence?

[lengthofrope]

[He shoot her a look that may have almost been a smile, but a repressed one. He couldn't save Meg if he tried- not because returning her to her human state was impossible (if exceedingly difficult), but because she refused heartily and wholly.]

As you wish. You are... particularly attached to that vessel, aren't you?

[bitch_is_back]

I like the fit.

Besides, I thought you were attached to this vessel.

Isn't she your thorny beauty?

[lengthofrope]

[If that was meant to embarrass him, it didn't work.]

No. I said you are my thorny beauty. Though I do hold sentimental fondness for the way it suits you.

[bitch_is_back]

[It's not easy to ruffle an angel's feathers.]

You do know how to make a girl feel good about herself.

[Or a demon, in this case. It was strange to think someone actually cared about her. A little too weird for her to dwell on for long.]

Just for that, if I do need a new meatsuit, I won't make a four-hundred pound mud wrestler.

[She wouldn't want him to have to rewrite his poetry.]

[upstairsbrain]

[Well, it's good to have Cas back, at least. Sam heaves a sigh.]

You guys'll be fine. I'll make sure of it.

[lengthofrope]

[He's not sure 'good' is the appropriate term. A little late, don't you think, Sam? They are, as Dean so eloquently puts it, totally screwed.]

If time passes in Purgatory in any fashion similar to the way it passes in hell...

I would advise you to hurry, Sam. There may be little of us left to rescue.

[upstairsbrain]

[Well, better late than never, right?]

[That little reminder does increase the lines in his forehead.] ... Yeah. I'll get you out as fast as I can.

[...]

What's it like? Purgatory?

[lengthofrope]

[Depending on how late he intends to be, never may be the more practical option. He isn't going to say that.

He ducks his eyes, furrows his brow as he considers the question.]

There's a reason the door is locked on one side, Sam. Demons can get in and out of Hell. If the beasts contained in purgatory had such give...

[He flicks his eyes up to meet Sam.]

The Leviathans are not the worst things God quarantined.

[upstairsbrain]

[Great. This is looking better and better. Not to mention he's completely alone-- no Dean, Cas, Meg, Bobby... maybe he'd have to call up Garth, whoever they knew that was still alive. Sam runs a hand over his face, his jaw set in an expression of contained desperation.]

... Alright. Just-- just do what you can, and I'll open that door again and get you out. Whatever it takes.

[Whatever it would take.]

[lovesgod]

I have to admit, the devotion is really admirable, even though you're crazier than a disturbed wasp nest right now.