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"This is Sam -- just leave a message, I'll get back to you."

 

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[bureaucracy]

Yes. At the time I visited, it had gone on for several months. As to how long it went on in the true version of our world- I honestly don't know.

[This. This is somewhat less dispassionate than she had expected. She isn't usually effected by displays of pain or by suffering, but Sam Winchester has been through enough. He was bound for Heaven even in the days of drinking demon blood. Heaven recognized and decreed long ago, years before even he accepted it, that Sam was a pure soul who had suffered and bled and sacrificed and agonized in the desert long enough and at great enough cost that, by rights, he had earned death and Paradise. It pulls at some small shriveled part of her that hadn't completely died inside, even in the slightest way.

Her brows furrow, some thin ghost of honest compassion moving over her.]

From my understanding, he kept below the surface most of the time, but wiped your memory when he came up for air. If you ever lost time or thought things weren't right- it was most likely him.

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[He bows his head, the information like a punch he can't recoil from, has to just accept. He's not sure what to say, how to even react - can he even? This is a nightmare right out of a book of fears he wars with. He slouches forward, curling his hands over his bowed head, the fight and willpower drained out of him in an instant. His heart is beating too fast and hurts, thudding in a hollow ribcage half-burning from the Trials as it is.

This can't be real.

This can't be real.

This can't be real.]

[bureaucracy]

[Freaking out humans. Freaking out humans that she's actively trying to help. How do. What do!! She stands up and makes a useless aborted motion towards him that dies in midair, staring a moment before she sits back down.]

Sam. Do you want to go back to the Temple?

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[He squeezes his eyes shut, hands clasped into white knuckles, fingers squeezing the blood from each other. There's a long silence, and he tries to control how those very fingers shake.]

Just - send me back.

[bureaucracy]

Okay.

[She stands again and walks around the desk, pausing in front of him.]

He cannot touch you. You are still invisible to angels and he can't get in without another yes. From you, here. You can ward your home. You can be safe.

[Knowing that the open windows in the Cathedral will let her, she touches his forehead and flies them both to the Temple, deposits Sam on the Temple front steps and returns home in one flight that, to Sam, will feel like being zapped across the city in one nauseating, disorienting fashion. In short, she sends him home.]