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[righteously]

I'm gonna be MIA for a couple days
don't worry.

[outwear]

Okay...
Could you maybe elaborate?
You don't usually call about
hunting jobs.

[righteously]

The brute squad's cracking down on neighborhood crime. Somebody got salty about the bar fights, so they dragged me in to give me a stern slap on the wrist.

2 days in the clink for disruptive behavior inside the city limits.

[outwear]

Well, two days is
almost a vacation.
That sucks, though.
Gonna be okay?

[righteously]

Yeah I've done longer for less, don't sweat it
but listen
I need you to do me a favor

[outwear]

Sure. Shoot.

[righteously]

I need you to tell Jo.

[outwear]

Seriously?
Ugh. Okay.
Wimp.

[righteously]

shut up
don't make me point out the rainbow blinky text

[outwear]

Well, it's not like
I control it!

[righteously]

Maybe it's just, like
the font of your soul
maybe deep, deep down Sam Winchester's made up of flashing neon rainbows and puppies and marshmallows and flossing

[outwear]

Will they be taking
your brain phone away?
Because if not, I
might recommend it.

[righteously]

They can pry it out of my cold dead brain hands

[outwear]

Do you get visitors?

[righteously]

Why, you can't make it a whole two days without seeing my face?

[outwear]

No, I just figured
Jo'd want to know.
You can't see me,
but I'm smiling.

[righteously]

bitch

[outwear]

Jerk.

week 3-4, whenever network is working for pit ppl again

[unwings]

Hello, Sam.
Events have progressed quickly here.
Some due to regrettable incidents we'll need to discuss later.
I hear a rescue team is on their way.
Are you and Jo well?

Is Dean... managing?

[outwear]

Yeah, don't worry about us.
How are you doing?
Everyone's worried.
We're coming to get you.

[unwings]

I'm fine, I'm... better than last week.
We're searching for ways out of the altar room.
The acolytes seem to be having doubts we may be able to exploit.
With luck, we can meet you halfway.




Do your texts usually include technicolor rainfall?

[outwear]

While I'm here, yes.

Jo and I are sticking
close to Dean for this.

We're ready to have you back.

[unwings]

I'm ready to be home.
How have you been holding up, Sam?
It can't be easy to watch this happen. The Mark.

[outwear]

If we're being honest,
I'm pretty worried.
I haven't found any
proof that the Mark
is connected to
what we already know.
The solution might
not be the same here.

[ But there is a solution. There has to be. ]

[unwings]

Or there may be several solutions.
It's just a matter of the time it takes us to find it.
I'm loathe to suggest it, but perhaps if there were a way to slow Dean down?
A spell, a, I don't know, a magically induced coma?