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[gavemea_45]

[OOM: We can't afford for me to do the right thing.]


It's been a long time since he'd last really 'powered up,' as Ruby teases him by calling it. Sam can feel the effects twisting through him. Everything seems brighter, sharper, clearer; he feels clearer, stronger, ready for anything.

He can't sit still, and he sure as hell can't go back to the motel room until it wears off a little - Dean'll notice something's wrong in a hot second, and Sam doesn't want to lie to him unless he has to.

He pushes through the door to Milliways instead. Maybe he can walk it off there, at least a little bit.

[OOC note: Sam is currently riding a paranormal high due to the effects of ingesting demon blood. If your character would be able to detect that sort of taint, feel free to have them do so! Just don't expect him necesssarily to admit it.]

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[noteful]

Well, here's someone he hasn't seen is a while.

"Sam?"

[gavemea_45]

He knows that voice, and turns fast.

"Meg, hey!" Sam looks as pleased as he sounds.

"It's been a while."

[noteful]

"At least a year and a half," Meg says. "For me."

Since before his brother came back from Hell.

"So, yeah, I think 'a while' is fair.

"How've you been?"

[gavemea_45]

He stares at her for a second.

"Has it seriously been that long?"

Come to think of it...

"... I guess maybe it has. Or close to it. Time kinda got screwed up for us there for a while."

Belatedly, Sam adds,

"I'm okay. How about you?"

[thursdays_angel]

"Hello, Sam."

Castiel is standing in what was just a moment ago an empty space a few paces ahead and to the left.

[gavemea_45]

"Castiel."

Sam's jaw tightens a little.

"Didn't expect to run into you here."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel gives him a long, measured look. He does not like what he sees and feels.

A familiar sort of taint.

"No. I am quite certain you did not."

[gavemea_45]

He does his best to return it in kind.

"So."

Right.

"How's Anna doing? Seeing much of her around heaven these days?"

[theunsmiling]

If Sam is not looking where he's going, he's quite likely to run into a skinny angel standing hipshot several paces in front of him.

She's wearing a brown T-shirt, jeans, and black Docs.

"Don't you have a lot of energy today," she says, voice perfectly even as, for a flickering moment, the look in her eyes is sad.

[gavemea_45]

"Guess I must have had too much coffee on the last job," he returns, flippantly.

"Hi, Michael."

[theunsmiling]

"Hi, Sam," Michael says.

"I always thought you were too smart to keep trying that bullshit with me."

Do not make her revise her opinion now, Sam.

Well, not any more than she already has. (If she has.)

[gavemea_45]

"Which bullshit are you talking about?"

Although he's got a pretty damn good idea.

"You gonna yell at me again?"

[hadyougoing]

Ava had a pretty decent day at work. (It's amazing how you get used to all the screaming.) She even had time to try a few exercises with Bela's gun tonight. No shooting, just aim and stance and that stuff. She's optimistic about her progress.

Her inner soundtrack of tra la la la evil hits something of a discordant note when she spots Sam.


Which is ... dumb, because they've actually been getting along pretty well lately.

[gavemea_45]

"Ava, hey."

He knows he should probably be more wary than he's feeling right now, but they've found some kind of neutral ground, right?

"How's it going?"

[hadyougoing]

Eh, neutral, chaotic evil.

She was never really into D&D.

"I'm good!" she says.

Why does she have a weird feeling ...

"Uh-- did you hear about Baby?"

[gavemea_45]

He sobers fast.

"Last time I was in -- Andrew was, she was ..."

"... she's not any better, is she."

He sounds resigned.

[tobeclosetohim]

Time is bendy here.

Have a blonde bartender.




Who even looks up and gives a nod.

[gavemea_45]

"Hey, Jo."

Sam's smile is both bright and real.

"How's it going?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"Can't complain."

There's a sideways tilt.

"You look pretty good tonight."


Happy Winchester? Hard to miss.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote is sitting at the bar, having a beer and smoking a cigarette.

She looks pretty pleased with the state of the world. She's not a rock! This gives the day extra points already.

[gavemea_45]

He spots her when he heads over to retrieve a beer -- no caffeine for him, not now.

"Coyote, hey."

[howling_laugh]

"...Sam," she says, after getting a whiff of him. To her sensitive nose, even in the crowd of the bar, he smells like blood.

And not his own.

Nor was he killing something in a messy way.

That aura of energy is a little unsettling too!

"...how are you?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Sam!"

It's Andrew, and he looks -- well, a hell of a lot better than he did last time Sam saw him.

[gavemea_45]

"Andrew, hey!"

Sam heads his way, moving quickly, on the bounce.

"I heard Baby's better -- it's true, right?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Yes!" He's beaming. "She's back and she's totally fine -- I'll tell her you asked."