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[Behold - the almighty arsenal of doom is being pulled out. He fully intends on taking turns with these, one of them's bound to make a hole in the headspace. Right?]

I ain't gonna say this again, girl. You let me and my boy out or I'm takin' you down with me.

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[He sees it. Alright you get a pat on the shoulder. It might turn into a hug if you initiate it...he never really knows how to act around you.]

Nothing we know yet, you mean. You been doin' research?

[Yeah, well. Sam's not really sure how to act around his previously-dead, previously-estranged father, either. Still, he does take the opportunity for a quick Manly Embrace, and then moves back, quickly composing himself.]

I've been trying. [Now his expression is slightly troubled, and his forehead creases as such.] Since they know everything we know, it'll be tough to beat them.

[Not impossible, though.] Do you have any ideas, Dad?

[A pat and a nod and now we're in business, good.]

We can handle tough. We live in their heads for all intents and purposes we're ghosts - ghosts can do damage. We need to figure out a way to do some.

So, we're essentially ghosts, and they're essentially... gods. [He cringes.] But, we've dealt with gods before. Everyone--everything's--got a weakness.

[Still, he doesn't enjoy all of the information they have, all the things they know. It makes him wildly uncomfortable.]

[Believe him, he's just as uncomfortable if not more.]

That's right. It's only a matter of finding it.

And then, there're the games. [Typical god-like creatures playing mind games with their 'prey.']

The games, that's right. They can throw us into worlds of their own creation or of the creation of others like them, as many of them as their time allows. Which means these games take effort from them too. They can't play an infinite number of them.

Exactly. And they can't hold an infinite number of us, either. So, maybe when they let us go, we could be sent back home. Get off scot-free.

[Hopefully. He's trying to be optimistic, here.]

... Either way, I'll... keep up the research.

[He nods] Good, keep it up. There's gotta be a way to help the letting go part along.

I will.

[There's a terse pause.]

Part the advantage we have is getting to hear some of the things they talk about-- did yours ever mention a game? Somewhere to send you?

No, from what I gather she lacks the confidence for that. That could be our loophole - targeting their egos.

Yeah... no, that's a good idea. [ He's looking thoughtful. ] Seems like a common theme with them, from what I've noticed.

Uh-- She's... insisting that I tell you, though, that you "sound great," and that yours "doesn't have anything to worry about."

Every creature has a weakness, this is clearly theirs.

[Can you sense how displeased he is about having to say this, Sammy? CAN YOU.]

She says thank you. [Begrudgingly. No he won't actually pass the entire message he'll blow that arsenal through his head first.]

I think so. [ And suddenly he's a little exhilarated-sounding, because they've found a break, if only a little one. ] Finally, something we can use...

[ YES, HE SURE CAN. Hey, he doesn't like speaking to, or for, his Mun, either. ]

... I hate being treated like a carrier pigeon.

[You should have thought of this yourself, Sam. Have a displeased look.]

Tell your brother to stomp it too. [Dean's got good insults, and Sam's bitchface can bring anyone to their knees so he's giving you boys 24 hours to break free. Hop to it.]

They'll regret all of it when we make it out. [It's a promise. And he's fighting against passing messages every step of the way which is why his sadistic mun now makes him say - ]

She says - [Through gritted teeth.] she loves your mun. [Clearly mun should be replaced with monster.]

[ He's out of practice, it's not easy to hunt things when you're living in their heads. ): ]

I will. [ Except that he and Dean are stuck in Wonderland, without any father there to advise them as such...

For some reason, this makes Sam grin, and he chuckles weakly. ]

Uh-- I think you broke her.

Good.

[He nods. Oh no, the two of you should not be allowed to roam free like that. Dean may be a babysitter extraordinaire but even he can only do so much.

All the faith in you, son. All of it.]

[ Yeaaaah, things'll be fine until Sam finds out that he dies in the near future. But Dean may not ever tell him, so... CRISIS CURRENTLY AVERTED. ]

She's just kind of... spluttering. Might be a good chance to exploit her weaknesses.

[Keeping secrets. That's his good dysfunctional boys.]

So hop to it. [What are you waiting for, a personalized invitation? He can't say anything bad about her his mun won't let him!]

[ Unfortunately, yes. That's what they're good at. ]

Alright. [ And there's another pause. ]

I'll see you soon, Dad.

[Wonder where they learned that.]

I'll be around. [He nods, but you better not be for long goes unsaid.]

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Sorry for the late! <3

well worth it :3

And again, ugh. I BLAME MY WISDOM TEETH.

aww :( man those suck I hope it's better <3 also no worries! I'm loving this <3 I'm happy to backtag

Thank you. <3 And awesome, I love this thread. :D

I'm really glad this is the first thing I ever did with him <3

Screech, ahhh, but seriously, his voice is perfect. ;-;

fjkghdfkghkdfjgh shush now I donno why you waste your glorious Sam on me but it makes me so happy <3

AJSDOHFDOSG WHAT, NO. YOUR WORDS, THEY MAKE NO SENSE.

THEY MAKE PERFECT SENSE.

uwahhh ;-;

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