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impersonal: (( p ) lost)

voice ✁ un: the other dean

[personal profile] impersonal 2025-01-21 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( everything happens so quick with sam. it feels like he just found him at the makeshift outdoor cafeteria, but, really, it's been 24 hours.

he sits at the bar of Cupid's Castle, turning his phone over in his hands. Sam is hiding something, something else. he can't actually say anything about Sam's condition, but he knows he can trust Cas. he doesn't have the influence Cas did back home. he's as lost as Dean is - more, because Dean has a few months on him - but he's not a threat. quite the opposite.

he's given Cas a long leash, but he knows he owes him a call either way.

instead of calling him, he sends a voice message - which is apparently like a call, but he doesn't want Cas to have the option of picking up until he gets out what he needs to. hey forgoes a 'Hey, Cas.'
)

Sam's in the city now. Yours, but, sounds like he's from a year down the line. Signed with him, ( to keep him on an ever shorter lease than Cas ) too. Power's out in the Up tower, so we moved into Cupid's Castle temporarily.

( he wants to say a lot more, about Sam's soul and what they can do about it, but he's contractually obligated to not say anything. )

Let's do a daily check in. Simple, 'still here, not making any trouble.' But, you let me know if there is trouble.

( or if he needs anything else. he pauses, everything he never said to Cas or Sam. )

Lucifer's not in him. Sam made it out of the cage without him. Hell did a number on him.

( well, that's as close as he can come to saying anything. )

Oh, and uh, I guess four months in, I get permission to own property, so, I bought a house. Haven't told Sam about it yet. One thing at a time. I get the keys early next month.

( that's everything. )

Anyway, we'll be at Cupid's Castle until the power's restored. Let me know if you need anything.

( anything.. 'i'm happy you're here,' goes very unsaid. his feelings about sam being there are mixed up in his worry for his freaking soul. he ends the message there, sighs, and taps the corner of his phone to the bar. )
impersonal: (flip and retreat)

[personal profile] impersonal 2025-01-30 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
( He sends a cliffs notes message back to answer all of his questions. )

Check in, up to you if you want to watch after Sam.

( He rubs his jaw. )

As for Sam, I'm doing a shit job as it is. And, it's more like our investment, since you and Sam are going to be living there, too.

( also )

Speaking of Sam, it's better if we talk about him away from the room. I had him check into the room next to mine. He'll probably hold his ear to the door.
impersonal: (side and yeah you wanna do it)

[personal profile] impersonal 2025-02-05 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He's just crabby.

( Don't take his word for it, he tries to say, but that nears actually talking about his "condition," and Dean can't. )

Add another much to that because I think I found a space that'll work for all of us.

( He sends the ad he found. )

Thought you might like your own loft.

( And that also might keep Cas out of his hair. But, it keeps him close enough to know he is close. And that'll steady his heartbeat. )

I had the extra scratch to get him his own room.

( Also, with this place? No way will he be caught dead in a shared room with his brother when anything he can view, ingest, stumble upon, or choke down could drive him mad with horniness. They're adults but they still lead separate lives. He doesn't need to know about Dean's and likewise, Sam's.

Even though, he is curious and hope he doesn't go too Bundy on anyone.
)

This place, it's probably better not to be in close quarters with your flesh and blood.
Edited 2025-02-05 16:43 (UTC)
impersonal: (got this ready for you cabin fever)

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[personal profile] impersonal 2025-04-13 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam and me are rolling up to The Grey Room. Wish us luck. I'll call you after either way.
impersonal: (( att ) back splatter)

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[personal profile] impersonal 2025-04-15 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Crashed and burned. Settled Sam back in at the Canyon. Meeting Rowena at The Neptune
impersonal: (( s ) i'll be your obi wan)

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[personal profile] impersonal 2025-04-15 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
We think we found a solution and we need your help. Rowena wants to go into Sam's mind to magic together Lucifer's cage to stick him in there. It should end his access to Sam perfectly, acting like the cage in Hell. Guess the emphasis is on the should.

Anyway, she needs my help to dive in with her and defend her honor or distract Lucifer with playground insults or whatever.

You're our candidate to stand watch while we're both incommunicado. And by you're our candidate, I mean, you're it. And we're doing it back in the Canyon in Sam's room. Tomorrow.

You want to talk about it, I'll be home at eight. You want to be Cas about it, we're doing it tomorrow morning.