Let Me Make Amends

Sam Winchester, Hunter, and renowned for making mistakes. But this time, I swear I'm going to make things better. I - what? Why is there a moose in my sidebar? Dean, did you - dammit Dean, why can't I take it off? DEAN. part of Superwholock-rp

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Eclectic Celebrations || Castiel, Dean, & Sam

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Castiel thought for a moment about Dean’s question.  He respected the gruff Hunter and knew him to be very knowledgeable and intensely loyal to the Winchesters.  Castiel got cut off from Heaven at a bad time.  Bobby Singer had performed an impressive act of devotion which landed him in a wheelchair without his connection to Heaven, he couldn’t heal the man.  ”I was simply curious,” he said finally.  ”This turn of events has caused a minor uproar.  I have been attempting to discover more about the strange man in the blue box.  He is not of this planet, but he has been here often.”

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"Pretty sure," Dean replied, keeping his eyes on the road. It was practically Jo’s idea, it’d be criminal of her to not show up. Not that ‘criminal’ would stop her, in any given situation. 

At Castiel’s reply, Dean made a noise of acknowledgement. Yeah, he could see how some kind of futuristic time god in a telephone box would cause a fuss. Not to mention the thing with Lucifer.

"Not from this planet, huh," Dean mumbled, tapping a finger on the wheel. After a minute of thought, he shot a glance to Sam. "Guess we’re dealing with real, bona fide aliens here. No tricks this time. That’s kind of a big deal." He smiled, but Dean couldn’t decide if he should be excited or terrified. Shouldn’t they be informing NASA about this kind of stuff? Or the FBI? Whoever you tell about first contact? Speaking of which…

"So," Dean teased with renewed enthusiasm, glancing between Castiel and Sam. "Who’s Mulder, and who’s Scully?" 

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Sam sighed, shaking his head. "Their tech definitely wasn't from here," he said. "It was unlike anything I've ever seen."

Accepting that the Doctor was an alien was the least insane thing that Sam had encountered this week - so, he was more than prepared to accept whatever was thrown their way. Regardless. He hoped that lasted. It seemed every time he decided nothing could surprise him, something surprised him. He didn't like this developing pattern.

Sam rolled his eyes so hard it almost gave him a headache. But, he went along with it. His brother was in a good mood - he didn't want to be the one to ruin that. "I think you're Mulder."

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Eclectic Celebrations || Castiel, Dean, & Sam

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Castiel gave Dean a small frown, but didn’t comment further.  He understood that trapping Lucifer and saving the town from demonic infection was a victory.  The conflicts still raged and Heaven was likely still in an uproar about it all.  Things had been delayed for a time, but nothing at all was settled.  His family was behind the conflict and he was apart from them.

Castiel got into the backseat of the Impala and sat in the center.  ”I would think that food would be wise if alcohol consumption is to happen.”  Getting around in the vehicle was a slower way to travel, but he was getting used to it.  ”Will Bobby Singer be there as well?”

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Dean shut himself in with a grunt and turned the keys in the ignition, a satisfying rumble breaking out beneath them. He hummed happily, running a hand over the wheel. It felt good knowing he could drive without death and destruction waiting on the other side, just friends and family and lukewarm beer. “We can grab some grub,” Dean conceded, flicking on the radio and glancing in the rear view mirror. “Far as Bobby, yeah, I think so. Why, you miss him?” Dean teased. The idea of Cas and Bobby striking up a bromance was a little bizarre, but he wouldn’t be too surprised. Both grumpy and older than time.

The Impala started inching down the concrete, picking up speed once they backed out of the lot. Clear roads, Dean thought, glancing around the horizon. It’s a good day. The trees whizzed by beside them as Dean let his mood seep into their speed.

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Sam rested his head against the window, watching as they made their way away from the parking lot and finally began the trip towards their destination. And it was a trip they wanted to take - not one they had to.

"Its us, Bobby, and Jo, right?" He looked to Dean for clarification. He knew it couldn't have been other people - they didn't know other people, save Ellen and maybe Rufus - but he wanted to know if both Bobby and Jo were actually going to make an appearance.

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Eclectic Celebrations || Castiel, Dean, & Sam

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Castiel frowned listening to Dean.  He could hear him yelling at his brother even though he muffled the phone.  That was pretty usual for the two brothers.  He liked them both despite Sam being what he was and the history that existed between all of them.

Castiel pulled the phone away from he ear when Dean shouted.  He saw a door open on the hotel and the distinct shape of Sam standing in the doorway.  ”You both look well.  I’m still confused as to why you wanted to meet.”

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Dean mumbled a ‘thanks’ and followed Sam out the door, letting it swing shut behind him. These motels seriously needed to start greasing their hinges. They were gonna get complaints. 

Once Cas was in view, Dean snapped his phone shut and tucked it into his pocket. Anticipation was bubbling up in his gut, but Dean tried not to look too excited; he’d be the first to admit this wasn’t Castiel’s usual gig and didn’t want him getting scared off. Not before he’d had a couple drinks, at least. 

"It’s a gathering, Cas, a celebration." Dean shot Sam a grin and opened the trunk of the Impala. "Booze and family, what more could you want?" He unloaded his things into the trunk and reached for Sams, slamming the back shut with a satisfying click once it was loaded up.

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Sam shook his head. "Yeah, you look good too," he returned to Cas. Though...he tended to always look exactly the same. He looked a little less severe than normal, so, he supposed that was a good thing.

He handed his bag to Dean before popping open the passenger door. "I wouldn't complain if food was added to that plan," Sam pointed out as he got into his seat, waiting for the inevitable onslaught of music.

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Eclectic Celebrations || Castiel, Dean, & Sam

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Castiel frowned as he stood by the black car that he knew belonged to Dean and Sam.  ”It’s Castiel, Dean.  Jesus is a very different person,” he said still talking on the phone.  He wasn’t completely used to being here on Earth and using the things humans used.

It wasn’t difficult to locate the car once he’d had a location to look in.  He didn’t know Jo very well and didn’t want to show up and startle the young woman.  He thought she might react badly to that.  He wasn’t concerned that she’d hurt him, but he’d been made to understand that it wasn’t the best way to get to know people.

So, he stood by the car and waited for the Winchesters.

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Dean barely concealed an eye roll as he hefted his bag strap onto his shoulder and turned back to the house. “Yeah, I figured.” Jesus probably had a better sense of humor, and definitely went with more of a beard than Castiel’s perma-stubble. Dean mused on whether or not asking Cas to turn water into wine would be insensitive while he made the short trip to the door.

"Sam! You ready to walk out?" He called, muffling the phone speaker against his jacket. Scanning the room, Dean didn’t see anything he might’ve forgotten. It paid to be thorough, though; he’d only left something behind once, but it was enough for the maid to call the police about. Most people didn’t take kindly to finding bloodied silver in their dirty bedsheets, who knew?

The plastic of a flip phone felt cold against his cheek and his neck was bent in an awkward position, but it gave him the extra hand he needed to rustle through his pockets one last time. Weapons, lockpicks, backup lockpicks, backup weapons, and the Bible he’d stolen from the motel’s drawers. Check. Now he just needed his brother. “Sam,” Dean barked again impatiently, forgetting to muffle the speaker this time.

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Sam started getting ready the moment it sounded like things were a go, so it wasn't long after Dean himself was ready. His stuff was packed away, his weapons carefully stowed. That didn't stop him from doing one last cursory check, double and triple checking to make sure he didn't leave anything behind.

"I'm ready, I'm ready," he responded after Dean's second call. He tossed his bag over his shoulder, his own phone nestled securely in his pocket as he stepped up beside his brother, pushing the door open and stepping outside, holding the door open for his brother on the way.

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"Eh, I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that." (3.04)

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Dean: Maybe that’s the connection. The tooth fairy, the Pop Rocks and Coke, the joy buzzer that shocks you, all lies that kids believe. Sam: And now they’re coming true. Okay, so whatever’s doing this is reshaping reality.

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Sam Winchester in Alex Annie Alexis Ann - 9x19

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Recouperation

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Dean huffed in amusement at Sam’s rationalization, stabbing at his own food with a fork. It was congealed and sloppy and clearly a few days old, but hell, it was pie. The sugar was almost as good as coffee. 

Dean hummed around a forkful in response to Sam’s question, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before replying. “No, but I haven’t got any emergency calls, so I figure everything’s alright. Either that, or it’s terrible.” He swallowed and twirled his fork in the cherry goo. Worry made the food heavier in his belly. Dean grunted in dissatisfaction.

"We should get on that. You think everyone still has their cell phones?" It was kind of a miracle that most of the time phones remained intact. You’d think they got destroyed more often, with all the throwing around of bodies demons did. Spotting his jacket across the room, Dean walked over and rummaged through the pockets until his fingers struck cold plastic. Pulling out his phone and flipping it open, he set down the pie tin with his other hand. "So. Who first?"

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Even after all their time together, Sam didn't think he'd ever get used to his brothers fairly atrocious table manners. He sighed again, poking at his pie. The more he ate, the worse he felt. His healthy diet wasn't kind when it came to slipping off the wagon.

"If they don't have their cell phones something is probably wrong," he said and a sliver of anxiety went through him. What if something was wrong? It would be just their luck.

"Um," he considered, though it didn't take long. "Jo, probably." That was who he was most worried about, if he was honest. Of course he was always worried about her after a hunt. Bobby and Cas could take care of themselves, but Jo was still so young. It worried him, even though he knew she could probably kick their asses.

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Recouperation

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Dean eyed Sams’ food jealously, glancing at the fridge.

"We got more?" he questioned, heading towards the fridge to check for himself. It was a little weird to see Sam eating something with so much sugar. Dean wasn’t sure if he should be proud or concerned. "Sweets for breakfast, though, huh?" Dean spared a glance over his shoulder while sorting through the fridge. "Doesn’t that go against your code of honor, or somethin’?" 

It’s not that Dean was going all mother-hen or anything, just. It’d been a big past couple of weeks, and even though it was mostly over, now, these kinda of things never really felt over. They lingered, shadows shifting on your nerves. He just wanted to make sure Sams’ sudden dietary shift wasn’t a sign of trauma. As bone-weary and well-rested as Dean felt, he was pretty sure he’d jump three feet in the air at a gunshot. 

Speaking of which, he still needed to check in on everyone (he was not mother-henning!). It paid to be extra secure the days after a battle, even if you won the fight. Plus, it kinda made Dean feel better. Like maybe there was a little something to be celebrated, if everyone was alive and well. Grabbing the nearest tin and closing the fridge, Dean turned back to face Sam.

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He rolled his eyes, shaking his head in exasperation. "It's all we had," he said as Dean headed to the fridge. "Aside from that, I figure a little pie isn't going to kill me."

No. Pie was the last thing he was worried about killing him. He was still nervous about the remnants of Lucifer's rising, the demons who would be out for revenge. And an angry goddess that he didn't want to think about. He shoved another piece of pie in his mouth.

"Did you hear anything from the others yet?" he asked. He didn't know how deeply he'd slept since Canterbury, but it felt like he'd slept for aeons. He was still tired, even after the rest he managed, but it was the deep kind of tired that wouldn't go away any time soon.

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Recouperation

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Dean woke himself with a rumbling and fiercely unattractive snore. His first thought was of a monster that’d somehow broken into the room, but upon realizing that the noise had come from him, he groaned and fell back. Traitors, Dean thought scathingly at his nasal passages. That was what he got for sleeping on his back. 

After the customary five minutes of denying reality and shoving his face into a pillow, Dean admitted defeat to the sun and sat up to stretch. It was weird, how well he’d slept; no dreams. The usual plague of nightmares had kept it’s distance for once, and hell, Dean wasn’t going to question it. He stifled a yawn, sniffed his old t-shirt, and stood up.

"Sam?" Dean called, tugging on a pair of jeans as an afterthought. His brain was finally whirring awake, alerting him to a sharp cramp in his leg and a few other aches and pains. Small price to pay to be alive. Dean drifted into to the next room, relaxing a little once he saw Sam’s familiar and yeti-like form.

"Morning. Or, uh." Dean glanced around for a clock. "Afternoon, maybe. What’re you eating?" His stomach gurgled encouragingly.

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Sam heard Dean snore and nearly jumped to his feet, prepared to fight, but quickly realized it was just his brother. He relaxed sheepishly and forked another piece of pie - and he would never admit how great this pie was. Once he got past the taste of sugar and artificial taste and - well. It was an alright pie. But he hadn't had one in ages and he was enjoying it.

He heard Dean finally start to rise and debated hiding the pie - but Dean would notice that he'd eaten part of it anyway. There was no hiding his shame. "In here," he responded when he heard his brother call for him, shoving another bite of pie in his mouth. He wouldn't say he was as exuberant about this pie as Dean would be concerning the pie, but his manners were definitely lacking more than usual.

"All we had was pie," he said, watching Dean.

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Recouperation

Sam hadn't slept as long and as hard as he had this night any other night of his life. He wasn't sure on the specifics, but every time his brain tried to wake him up he would groan and turn over on his back, determined to ignore the call of the sun and go back into blissful unconsciousness.

Rest and relaxation. It was what the doctor ordered. Not literally, of course, but Sam figured he knew himself and his body well enough to know that was what he needed.

Eventually, though, his stomach growled in protest and he knew he had to eat. He threw himself to his feet, Dean unconscious on the rooms other bed, and stumbled to the fridge. He opened the door and frowned.

Pie.

All they had was pie.

He sighed heavily and, for once, decided to put aside his self-imposed dietary restrictions. He pulled out a tin and grabbed a paper plate.

He figured he deserved a slice of pie, just this once.

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Conversations in a Library | Jenny and Sam

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Jenny put the last scroll in place as Sam took his seat next to her. She was glad that he didn’t seem put out by her asking about what was bothering him. She scanned over the scrolls again, trying to make sure that everything was in order and that everything she thought was relevant was exposed. She wasn’t sure how well she’d done, but she felt it was a start.

"Chapter 6?" she asked. "I think these are before they had chapter titles…" she said, scanning over them. "But, wait, a lot of that chapter has happened? Good! I mean, not good because I have read all of this and I really wouldn’t want any of this to happen if it can be stopped, but good that we are on the right track to making it stop," she clarified, not wanting to sound like she was on Lucifier’s side. He may be hurt and he may be broken, but he had no right to harm others because of it. "Alright, so the next question is… where are we?" she wondered.

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Sam exhaled heavily, running his fingers through his hair and taking in the sight before him. This wasn't going to be an easy task, not in the slightest. He was pretty sure taking out the wendigo may have been simpler than this.

"That is a really good question," he said, bracing himself on his knees and taking a closer look at the scripture. "This...is probably going to take a while."

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Conversations in a Library | Jenny and Sam

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Jenny was a bit taken back, but she brightened considerably when Sam offered to help. “Oh, well, yes, that would be very nice. Can, umm, can you read these?” she asked him as she scooted over a bit so that he could join her. 

"What do you need distracted from?" she asked him. "Wait, nevermind. I take that back. It’s a bit hard for you to be distracted from something while you are talking about it." She waved her arms at the scrolls. "I’m just putting things in order now and trying to figure out what bits and pieces are relevant."

When he said he had some experience with scriptures, she smiled again, “Oh good, because I have absolutely none. I’d never even read of this book until today, so sorting through it has been rather a challenge. Are there more chapters like this one?” she asked.

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Glad that he could finally prove of some use while they walked around the ship, Sam took a seat next to her and took a close look at the pages. He appreciated her not pressuring him for an answer, and even grinned a bit. She was kind of amusing. And also tiny - now, sitting next to her, he was very aware of how tall he was in comparison. It was a sensation he was very used to.

"Revelation Chapter 6 is the key one," he said. "But most of that has already happened." The breaking of the seals. He grimaced and pushed that particular memory out of his head. "But, it looks like you've got the key ones all laid out."

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Conversations in a Library | Jenny and Sam

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Jenny and debated what to do after Sherlock left. In the end, she decided that he was a grown human and that he could decide whether or not he would like to return the library by himself whenever he desired. Besides, she had work to do, even if he found it nonsense. 

She was engrossed in her work, but not so much so that she didn’t feel another person moving around the library when they got a few stacks away. Normally, she would go investigate, but they were in her father’s ship, so she didn’t think they would be a danger. When the man rounded the corner and spoke, she finally looked up.

She’d seen several modern day humans and few of them were as ridiculously tall as the one in front of her. She doubted she would come up to his shoulder if she stood beside him. She quickly processed his question, then nodded, “Yes, I am,” she told him. She put the most recent scroll in order. “I’m trying to see if I can figure out Lucifer’s next move. I know, it’s silly to hope prophetic hallucinations will guide me, but if he believes it than it doesn’t matter what I believe,” she said firmly.

She realised that that might have been a bit rude, so she added, “I’m Jenny, by the way,” 

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Sam nodded, though he didn't quite agree with her opinion regarding the scriptures - not from faith, but more from evidence. But he understood why she thought as much.

"I'm Sam," he said with a grin. "Do you want any help? I don't really have anything to do until we touch down again." He rubbed the back of his neck, "Plus, the distraction would be nice."

He was starting to feel the guilt for leaving his brother behind, but he knew Dean could take care of himself. Also, time machine, so, Dean technically wouldn't have been left alone for as long as it felt he had been.

"I have some experience with the scriptures, but never any as old as these," he said. His nerdy side was kind of geeking out over it, actually.

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Conversations in a Library | Jenny and Sam

Sam was left wandering the library after his brief encounter with Dr. Watson, curiosity getting the best of him as he started exploring through the numerous stacks of books - there were some he'd never even heard of, but he figured it was best he didn't get too curious. This was all still way too new to him and he wasn't comfortable finding more out than he already did. He wasn't certain if he ever would be.

He turned a corner and paused as he spotted a small, blonde haired girl sitting in the middle of a collection of scrolls. He paused, blinking in confusion.

"Ah, hi," he said. He glanced over the scrolls curiously. He blinked as he recognized some of them. "Are you looking over the scrolls of Revelation?"

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I thought maybe… underneath your whole “I could give a crap,” bad-boy thing, that there was something more going on. I mean, like the way you are with your brother.