on reserving @ siren's pull.

[upstairsbrain]

... I'd ask if you were joking, but I know better. Unfortunately.

Look, I'm going to be honest; you let yourself get pulled into these things too easily. I mean, isn't this a little excessive? Or a lot excessive? You spend all this time complaining about how terrible my life is, but you'll throw me into another of these games in a heartbeat.

I guess I can't just clock out on this one, huh.

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[swedge]

Join the club, though at a different game.

[upstairsbrain]

She says I'm a "platinum member" of the club. [ Just. Facepalming so hard right now. ]

[swedge]

Uh-huh...and what kind of perks does that title get you?

[longaevus]

You're fortunate at least to know what you're being put into, although I doubt that to be much of a consolation.

[upstairsbrain]

Still, I can't keep them straight. I wish she'd just--

[ But he doesn't say 'move on, get somebody else,' because other people don't deserve this specialty of torture, either. So, he resolves to just sigh. ]

I don't know anymore.

[longaevus]

You'll be in good company, at least, that may certainly help.

[possessing]

But Sammy, don't you miss us? We sure miss you.

[upstairsbrain]

[ ... ]

Don't tell me.

[possessing]

What, that the apocalypse set up camp on the island, last one off wins?

Close. But everyone would have to make room in their busy schedules. And you know how hard it can be to coordinate with angels, don't you, Winchester?

[mulletrock]

Joke's on you.

This place isn't as nice as the digs we're used to.

[upstairsbrain]

[ Somehow, this is your fault, Dean. He just knows. And here comes another Quality Bitchface™ coming your way. ]

Great. More good news.

[mulletrock]

In fact, you'll be lookin' at a whole new shit storm when you get here.

It's not as uh, restrictive, as the other place but it comes with a lot of carry on.

Everyone and their mom's here. The Pull really seems t'have a hard on for the people back home.

[momchester]

Sam.

[A bit of a thousand-mile look.]

Is it selfish of me to hope you come?

[upstairsbrain]

[ Oho, more faces he didn't expect to see. Sam's pointed annoyance softens quickly, and he even manages the smallest of smiles for her. ]

No, of course not. Comfort in places like that-- it's priceless.

[ Then, in a lower voice: ]

Mom... are you okay? In that city, I mean. Or... whatever it is.

[momchester]

Honestly... not really. It's been hard.

I'm okay most of the time, but the bad times are really bad.

[failedparenting]

Look on the bright side. At least you don't have to screw or die in Port.

[ I'll take "Things John Winchester feels comfortable saying to his children" for 200, Alex.]

[upstairsbrain]

Yeah, that's... reassuring. [ u n s u r e ]

[justwillow]

... It doesn't get better.

[upstairsbrain]

So I've noticed.

[integrity]

I wasn't aware it was moose hunting season.

[gdit he just got rid of you.]

[upstairsbrain]

[ You can never be rid of Moosechester, Crowley. Never ever. ]

Don't give her any more ideas.

[employeeofthemonthforever]

I'm sure you could avoid your responsibilities if you put your mind to it.

[You are a Winchester, after all.]

[upstairsbrain]

You'd think. [ But, alas, it isn't that easy. ]

[ofthursday]

[Well, Castiel has mixed feelings about this. On one hand, Sam! On the other... Sam. At the Port. Not a good combination.]

It is not the best place to be, though it is not the worst.

[upstairsbrain]

[ He'll try his darndest to make sure everything's okay. ]

That's what they usually say. [ Le sigh. ]