I'm only in the middle of season 5, but hey, here's season 1 Sam

[avengeful]

Okay, sure, drag me around. Technically I'm already on a... road trip. Extended. Road trip.

[That's what he's been doing, but — he can't say he's been enjoying the events back home. Last he checked, dad was in piss poor shape and Dean wasn't fairing much better, either. Guess that's what happens when demons fuck your shit up, but he's starting to wish life was just a little less complicated (like he does just about every day).]

And that road trip is pretty messed up right now; I'll let you know when I'm actually interested in all this future crap you're being tight-lipped about when I get my hands on that yellow-eyed demon, finish this once and for all. Once that's all over with, I'm not gonna be worth much for writing about. 

I mean — whatever happens after that can't possibly be anything we can't handle. 

... Right?


((ooc: spoilers are okay with me, just as a reference (so this is also a warning there may be spoilers in comments); I'm already plenty spoiled on the last 3 seasons too

JUST STRETCHING MY WINCHESTER LEGS :|b))

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[sixthanimorph]

Don't be so sure.

[He's just going to be sizing you up a little — or maybe a lot, because you really don't look that threatening, and he might even be inclined to laugh you off, except for one immediately noticeable quality that's hard to shake.]

... Geez, you're tall. I mean, I knew you were gonna be tall, but I didn't think you were gonna be this tall.

[You're looming over him, Sam. Stahp.]

[avengeful]

[srry about it]

I guess it's a bad thing to be so sure about.

...

Do I, uh. Know you? Or... should I?

[awkwardest look

why are you talking about me like i'm a dude to know]

[sixthanimorph]

[awkwardly trying not to look up at you without much success

you can squat down for us short normal-sized people, you know]

Uh, no. And no. We've never met. I just heard a little bit about you from your brother.

He said you were tall. He didn't say you were Yao Ming tall.

[avengeful]

[Oh, jeez.

Uh.

Slouches shoulders a little?]

You've met my brother?

[Should he be apologizing for that fact.]

[sixthanimorph]

[Sigh.

That'll do, moose.

That'll do.]

Let's see... trigger-happy, bad sense of humor, doesn't listen to anything that's not thirty years old? Any of that sound familiar?

[avengeful]

I'd give that summary a B+. He doesn't listen to anything, period.

[especially me

but oh well]

But yeah. Yeah, he sounds like the usual Dean. Where'd you meet him?

[sixthanimorph]

Uh, well...

[that's where things get kinda complicated]

You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you.

[avengeful]

I can try to keep an open mind?

[he's seen plenty of shit over the years, he can handle it]

[therightthing]

I've heard things get very complicated within your timeline after you kill the demon. Such as meeting angels and attempting to stop the end of the world.

[Says the angel who teamed up with a demon and stopped the end of the world.]

[avengeful]

[..... haha.]

Very funny.

[angels and demons

worlds ending

you're so silly]

[therightthing]

I wouldn't joke about this dear. The end of the world is a serious thing.

[avengeful]

[dear

dear

no.]

It sure is. If you're right, how would that exactly happen?

[AND HOW DO ANGELS FIGURE INTO THIS

THEY'RE REAL???]

[therightthing]

It's rather complicated. I don't think I have the liberty to say.

[He shrugs a bit and offers a smile.]

But one of my brothers will help you so you don't need to worry to offly much.

[avengeful]

One of your brothers?

[He hates to sound like an echo and all, but. Y'know.]

[therightthing]

Yes, his name is Castiel.

He's a tad bit-different than you are probably imagining when you think of angels.

[avengeful]

[Castiel, huh? He'll have to keep that in mind.]

So--no wings and robes and all the traditional stuff, is what you mean.

[therightthing]

Well- they have wings but they are in human bodies so you can't see them. Also they are not so much messenger as much as soldier. Some wouldn't think twice about destroying a town if there was a single threat there from what my own mun tells me.

[avengeful]

But—

[...|

Yeahno, way off base then.]

I thought they were—[whats a good way...] for the will of the people?

[They're supposed to be all protective and compassionate and good at making sure people aren't hit by trucks. Like how they go in any human-spun tale.]

[therightthing]

There are a small few who think that way. I am one angel who wants the human population safe. But my brothers and sisters don't all believe that way.

[avengeful]

[He blinks; the idea makes him a little tired just thinking about it.

Maaaybe not knowing the future would be a good idea.]

At least there's some of you who do, right?

[notgoogle]

Well, well. [ she hasn't seen this sam in a while. different time, different meatsuit. ] Would you look at you.

[avengeful]

[WOW, thanks for being 2spooky. He's standing way over here, thanks; unfamiliar face, but he can't shake the feeling that a little distance would be a really good idea.]

Apparently, I'm tall, by the other guy's observation. What's yours supposed to be, exactly?

[also who're you]

[notgoogle]

Cute as a button, with your whole life ahead of you.

[ yeah the creepiness isn't about to end any time soon. sorry sam. ]

[avengeful]

[wow

that's not ominous]

Who the hell are you?

[He doesn't have nearly as many enemies in the past, and all. So he's filing through the lot in his head and narrowing it down a little here.]

[notgoogle]

You know, I'm kinda hurt that you don't remember me, Sam.

[ she smirks. ]

Although, I suppose it's understandable. I was a little more blonde back then.

[avengeful]

[... He rolls his eyes, hands clenching at his sides. If it's not all that clear, Meg, the last time he saw you was not that long ago — and last time he saw you, you were spit back into hell via exorcism.

He wishes this place were actually any good for demon exorcising.]

Meg.

[Listen to that delicious animosity. Listen to it. He wants to sound big and tough and bitter (because he's definitely that last part); doesn't matter, because whatever you did to get a new body, they'd see to it you're tossed right back on your way.]

You were sent off to hellfire, last I checked.

[notgoogle]

[ she rolls her eyes. ]

Please. Remind me, when was the last time you two knuckleheads did anything right?

[ she could tell him that their exorcism worked and it was only because of the apocalypse that she got a get-out-of-jail-free card, but nah, this is way more fun. ]

[avengeful]

You getting put where you belong would be one of those things, actually.

[SO SHOVE IT

but sam's too nice to say that; that's dean's bit]

So you got out.

[notgoogle]

Obviously.

[ she's enjoying this way too much. ]

[avengeful]

[#BITCHFACE SQUINT]

Obviously.

How?

[stop being vague it's making him pissier]

[ninekindsofcrazy]

Sammy?

[Not possible, but then most of their damn lives wasn't possible according to damn near everyone but there it is. Sam. Sam from five years ago bitching about the yellow eyed demon. Before Angels became a massive thing and the apocalypse was their fault, before hell and deals at crossroads and dying. Before dad. Before everything.]

[avengeful]

Hey. [Sure, Dean's Dean and that doesn't change too extraordinarily to anyone who scarcely knows the guy like his brother does — but Sam's instantly a little confused.] You look...

[A little more tired. A little — older. Definitely older. He looks at him, feet to face. He already knows he's way behind on the uptake, but seeing it... wow.]

I missed a lot?

[ninekindsofcrazy]

More than alot. A frigg'n lifetime, just about.

[And god could he tell him? Should he? Part of him worn ragged and wounded screams yes, warn him, prevent everything- the rest soldiers up and stands firm against the idea. Protect Sammy. That's been his job his whole life. That isn't changing now.]

Some good, some bad. Y'know. The usual. [He settles into a casual posture, cracking a grin.] Got some good news- we do get the yellow eye'd bastard.

[avengeful]

[See —

You're so full of shit. He gives him the most unimpressed look, but doesn't push it; he won't even remember it here, if he does end up somewhere. At the same time... A 'frigg'n lifetime' is probably not as exaggerated as it sounds. Right? But then the mention of the yellow-eyed demon makes his defensively squared shoulders rest, and his expression lightens into one of almost childish uncertainty.

You'd better not be trying to pull a fast one on him, bro.]

How?

[Because that's important to know, too.

Last he checked, they got their asses royally kicked.]

[ninekindsofcrazy]

The Colt.

[All proud bravado and swagger- even if it had only set up the very events that pulled them both down to the pit afterward. He pushes thous thoughts aside, grinning and shrugging like it was no big thing, nah, just ganked the bitch that killed their mother, everything's fine after that Sammy really, your big bro's got this. Oozing the idea that everything's gonna be okay, really, forever, he's got you.]

'Put a gun against his head. Pulled my trigger-' yeah well. You know the rest.

[Ignore the first bit of the song, though. And the middle. And the end. Bitch'n guitar solo and all.]

[avengeful]

[And thank god for that Colt, too. It did save their asses when their dad's body got taken by the demon. Despite his reservations on Dean being entirely truthful here, Sam smiles. It's a relieved one, unsure, but relieved. Dean couldn't be lying about this one; he wouldn't.]

You tell me something this important with song lyrics?

[That means mom and Jess finally have some justice done.

It won't bring them back, but...]

That's--that's good... Maybe now things'll settle down.




[HA]

[paranoidbastard]

[ oh sam you sweet summer moosling. ]

I'm gonna go ahead and establish a baseline for ya, kid. This mun doesn't give a rat's hairy ass whether you're interested or not.

[avengeful]

[it's tragic isn't it

He sighs and looks thoroughly displeased.]

Thanks, Bobby.

[He already figured, but. You're always the best at being subtle.

And by subtle, he means not subtle at all.]

Well — I got two ways of looking at it. Deal with whatever she's got planned, or deal with whatever's going to happen back home...

[He squints on over at him, like he's waiting for a bad punchline.]

... Which one should I be more worried about?

[prissy pants of the trio, looking super worried

what a shocker]

ahhh the early seasons are the best

[almostnormal]

[ Hope you won't mind an old flame? Ahahha...no that's not funny at all. ]

You look good, Sam.

[avengeful]

[NOT FUNNY AT ALL

Sam's expression falls considerably at the voice, softens at the face.

He swallows hard.]

Hey... Jess.

[He's too dumbstruck to offer a too-tight hug yet. Give him a moment. So he tries a smile and fails considerably to make it anything but crooked and lonely. Scoffs a breath at himself.]

Right back at ya.

[almostnormal]

[ Places like this can do some pretty crazy things, huh? ]

You were plucked earlier than usual. It's a nice change. [ More familiar. And relatable. ]

[avengeful]

[He breathes, skeptical but happy. It's a bittersweet kind he'd rather have than none at all.]

... Seeing you is a nice change.

[is he getting watery-eyed

surely not

surely not samuel winchester, no sir]

...I—uh... I guess it's not a dream if I'm here, right?

[almostnormal]

[ Her smile is sympathetic and warm. She's spoken to a few different incarnations of him before, but never one so soon after the tragedy.

She shakes her head. ]

Nope. You're not dreaming at all. [ She takes a step closer and tilts her head to the side. ] I can pinch you if you wanna prove it.

[avengeful]

[Oh, screw it. He doesn't care if the pinch is a success or not, whether it's fake or not. He's missed her, and if this place is good for anything, it's this. So he gives her the biggest bear hug he's got - the hard part'll be actually. Y'know. Letting her go.

He'll get around to it. He's got things he couldn't really say to her before, so he'll say 'em now, even if it doesn't count for much. Swallows the lump in his throat.]

I'm so sorry, Jess.

[almostnormal]

[ The hug catches her by surprise, though maybe it shouldn't. She carefully puts her hands at his back, giving Sam a squeeze in return. ]

I know. [ All too well. ] It's not your fault.

[avengeful]

[He definitely doesn't deserve to hear that, Jess. He just presses his cheek to her hair and shakes his head, just a little, just enough to disagree. No. Not true.]

I should've told you. About — everything.

I screwed up.

I should've been there.

[almostnormal]

[ She doesn't expect him to relinquish responsibility so quickly; Sam is much too stubborn, much too prone to guilt. But that's what she's for. ]

Sam, you couldn't have been.

[avengeful]

[He closes his eyes tight, not ready to let go. Of her, or these festering, guilt-stricken feelings.]

I saw you die. Before — I dreamed —

[He bites back his reply to steady himself.]

I dreamed that you'd died. If I were more careful and I didn't keep any of it from you, you might still be here.

[Even if she didn't want to be with him after hearing everything — at least she'd be alive, and that's all he wanted, in the end. It wasn't fair, how everything ended. She deserved everything. And he took it, whether he meant to or not.]