That's usually how it goes; give a resting period, then smash a fist right down over us.
[Sam knows better, to really see this place as a decent way of living; he may find it more peaceful most of the time compared to home, but he has no illusions that it's actually worth being trapped in -- if he could get everyone out of here or free them from the fleet to do whatever they please, he'd leap at it in a heartbeat.]
Oh man, I don't even know where to begin. I guess I'll just keep it simple, and let me know if it jogs your memory: You, me, Dean, we were trapped in a place called Adstringendum at one point, which had some weird universal pull that teleported things out of their perspective universes. And there were a ton of really powerful gods called the animus who liked to torment us for trespassing on their turf.
I was there for about a year and a half, but you'd been there for many years, trying to get a ritual perfected to send everyone home. A lot happened [he's not gonna mention you mercy-killing him or his soul getting consumed by a big evil death cloud okay] but eventually we got things done and everyone got to go home and do some world jumping.
Aaand somewhere a little later, I ended up here in the Drift Fleet. so.
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