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i can’t believe it’s been two years since this place was active

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Everything I felt for you - that was r e a l.

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"It's still a supernatural den around here, huh?

Ding dong --

— the bitch is dead. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate magic?

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And maybe Sam will see that, eventually.

I just hope it doesn't stress him out too much before he gets better.

So frustrated.

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I'll see if I can talk to him, if he's too mad, when he gets better. I mean, you really do seem to care about Dean

So frustrated.

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"I miss the simple conversations / I miss the silence inbetween /  I miss that little bit of hope / you might be coming back to me…”

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She sighed, wishing that she knew more than she did, that somehow she magically knew the right answer. If his arm had been like that for a week, she couldn’t help but wonder what was going to go next. She had to keep reminding herself that he would be okay, because she was ready to do anything that would save him.

“A week? Sam, you should have told someone.” She rubbed one of her thumbs gently along the side of his hand, almost as if to assure herself that they were both actually there. It felt like they could never catch a break. She was given this second chance and he was crumbling apart, keeping it to himself until now because he didn’t want to worry anyone, but instead fix it himself before anyone ever knew.

She found herself wishing that she could have really watched Sam from heaven, and known everything that had happened over the past few years, instead of only being able to peek in on him when he’d landed himself in heaven. “Lucifer, the devil, and Michael, the archangel. You were trapped with them, and now you have some weird sickness, probably from the devil himself.” It felt weird just saying it, before she died, Jess would have never believed a story like that.

“Oh Sam,” she frowned, really not knowing what else she could possibly say. She shook her head, “No, I’m not sure where Dean is. I — I called him, when you passed out the second time, but he didn’t answer.” She thought for a moment, then shook her head. “But I’ll try to get ahold of him. Maybe you should just relax until we get this all figured out… we’ll get him to come here.”

Sick. || Sam & Jess

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This is ridiculous, why does God just let all of these things happen? All of this supernatural bullshit, all it's doing is killing innocent people and ruining the lives of people that never had a choice in the matter. You and Sam shouldn't just have to accept that an ex-angel and an angel are probably going to show up and try to use you to have a duel.

Don't ask me where I've been.

You think I don’t know that? I want Lucifer as far away from Sam as possible, but he wants Sammy alive just as much as I do. That’s something workin’ in our favor for once. I’m not saying we need to go find Lucifer or anything, god no, but maybe we can manipulate a few factors to work for us if he happens to ambush us. They’ve been at this for 2000 years, Jess. I think getting them to change their agenda now is a pushing it a bit.

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He won't be too happy about it, when he does find out.

So frustrated.

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No. We can't let that thing near him. He probably won't even fix him, unless Sam let's him do God knows what with him. We have to find another way because there has to be one, and something that would stop the devil and some angel playing dolls with the both of you instead of being big boys and figuring it out themselves.

Don't ask me where I've been.

You put those two in a room and there’s no way they’re talking about anything. Trying to stab each other is more likely. Sam and I are probably going to get involved at some point, especially if his sickness is on Lucifer. Th’ son of a bitch is probably the best person to get to fix him.

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Maybe they're figuring out their problems themselves instead of involving you two. If Sam was freed when the cage popped open, this sickness has to be something related to Lucifer, or at least with whatever brought him back.

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Yeah, I’m sure that’s it. He’ll warm up to it soon enough. Not exactly. We just have pissed off archangels trying to get revenge on each other, but I don’t think Sam’s gonna be dumb enough to let Lucifer steak his body again, so don’t worry. And pretty sure Ave would kill me if Michael tried tracking me down. It’ll all be fine.

Me too. I’ll call Bobby, see if he knows anyone that knows a thing or two.

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Sam's taking a while to open up to me. He still has those walls up from the Stanford years when he couldn't tell me anything, I think. Either that or he's scared that if I find out more than I already know it'll put me in more danger. I'm not too sure. So, we're living in the apocalypse? Is that what you're telling me? Wow, a girl sure misses a lot when she's in heaven.

I'll write down anything I find then, and hope it works.

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It’s a long story that you should get your boyfriend to tell you sometime. Cliffnotes? Michael — y’know, archangel, God’s right hand or something — thinks I’m destined to be his vessel. Lucifer thinks Sam’s his. We spent a year trying to avoid the apocalypse, Michael jumped our other brother, Sam spent some time as an angle condom, he left me, and then, out of nowhere, Lucifer’s cage opens up and boom: monsters everywhere, crap happening, but Sammy’s back. And since I haven’t seen Michael or Lucifer, I haven’t paid much attention to anything else.

And yeah, there really is a lot more than just that. But, uh, as for what’s bullshit and what isn’t? We don’t even know, really. It can be hard to sort through all the lore at times. We do things the hard way: trial and error.

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Maybe, but I don't know if I'd ever be safe. They'd have found some loophole, since I was just a pawn in their little game against him. So, all of this stuff with Stanford is because of Lucifer, wanting Sam... for — for what? How is Lucifer even on Earth? Where do I look? How do I know what's a load of bull and what's actually true?

Don't ask me where I've been.

And Sam would have been ready for ‘em all. He could have taken Brady any day of the week, rusty or not. —Shit, I mean… There’s sort of this Winchester-Archangel bloodline thing going on, I don’t know what the hell to do about it. I’ll… explain if you want, but it’s kind of complicated and all that matters to me now is that Sam’s safe. But, as a side note, if you’re ever asked to trust an angel that isn’t Cas, don’t fucking do it. There are probably tons if we dig deep enough.