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.

[longaevus]

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

[possessing]

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

[upstairsbrain]

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

[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.

[mulletrock]

Joke's on you.

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

[upstairsbrain]

[ ... ]

Don't tell me.

[upstairsbrain]

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

Great. More good news.

[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.

[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.]

[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?

[upstairsbrain]

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

[justwillow]

... It doesn't get better.

[upstairsbrain]

[ Just stick a fork in him, he's done. ]

Great. Can't wait.

[ Except yes, he can. ]

I guess it's not any calmer there than usual?

[swedge]

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

[momchester]

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

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

[failedparenting]

And we've got the whole family. Dean's even got a kid. We think.

[upstairsbrain]

I know what you mean. [ Where he is, May was just about the worst month ever. ] ... That's what makes the good times mean something, though, right?

[ Trying hard to be optimistic here. ]

[upstairsbrain]

So I've noticed.

[upstairsbrain]

Dean's--

[ ... Wait. ]

What?

[justwillow]

I hope you have friends there. That does make it a ton easier.

[failedparenting]

His name's Ben. Dean's got no clue if he's actually his, but there 's a chance.

[momchester]

Yeah.

[She gives him a watery smile.]

Anything's better than nothing. I'm not going to go taking my afterlife for granted.

[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.