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[someoneacquiremeanothershoe-blog]

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Sam heard the dingy booth squeak opposite him, and without looking up, he began moving the stacks of paperwork, cluttering the table. "-I'll just get this shifted for you." 

[justbucky]

Not a Desired Meeting II Closed

Bucky wasn't sure how he got away last time. Hell, falling hundreds of feet off a moving train into a snowy summit should have killed him, no doubt about it. Losing an arm was a blessing compared to what could have happened. And he knew that. He remembered her. 

He wasn't sure how it worked exactly. If it was really her again or just someone that looked like her, if all the reapers looked the same or there was just one big Death. He usually tried to not stick around long enough to find out. This time it had just been a stupid mistake. Walked the wrong direction into a trip wire and brought an explosion down around him. He wasn't surprised it had killed him...or hell, maybe it was just some weird near death experience thing again. 

"Am I dead?"

Okay, so not the most original of questions, but kind of an important one for him to know.

[annatheangelmilton-archived]

"Can I help you?"

[brxkenlights]

"Hello, Sam... It's time.."

My muse has been fatally ill in the hospital for a year now in a coma, what does your muse say to mine during a visit?

It’d been a year. An entire year he’d been stuck in this state. Unable to move, unable to speak. Forced to watch as doctors came and went, unable to cure him. Forced to watch his brother fall apart trying to find a way to fix this. Sam was surprised it’d taken this long. He would have figured Dean would have gone running to the nearest crossroad ready to give it all up again the moment it happened, but the man knew that wasn’t really an option anymore. After all, hell didn’t really want Dean Winchester back.

So Sam watched as days passed, waiting for the day when something would happen here. Waiting to be pulled back into his body. He was beginning to doubt that would be the case. As much as he wanted to hope, he had a feeling it was over for him. He just wished he could talk to Dean one last time. At least hold his brother. There were times he could see that Dean knew he was still there. He would talk to Sam, beg him to come back. But there was no getting out of this and Sam knew it.

So when Sam heard that voice, he wasn’t surprised. Actually, he was almost relieved. He didn’t have to turn to see her, he already knew who it was. Despite the sorrow and pain he felt, he knew this was how it had to be. 

Sam sighed. “Took you long enough…” He mumbled, expression not changing as he turned toward her. He said nothing for a moment, in the midst of accepting this as his reality. This was it. It was his time. No more loop holes. No more miracles. It was over. 

Sam nodded, glancing back at Dean one last time. He wished he could say something. Anything. But that wasn’t possible. He knew that. So he just smiled and sighed, moving in to place a hand on Dean’s cheek momentarily, mumbling out a simple phrase. “See you on the other side…” And with that, he pulled away and turned toward Tessa, nodding as he awaited what came next.

[pulledfromhellarchive]

hi

"Come to reap me again? Am I dying? -- Hold on let me prepare for this."

[imnotdean]

+thedarkisnotevil

*Jensen smiled as he saw the other and he walked up to her, his smile widening.* Hey there, Lindsey! Great to see you again! So are you behind this or is you being here just a coincidence?