I don't know Don't you think you're... wasting whatever youve got going on here on that? Yeah get the cuffs and trap me somewhere sure But toss the key after
[ this is like the months before being dragged to hell all over again. ]
Seriously? I'm "wasting time" trying to stop you from staying a demon? I dunno I figured you'd want to do something too. And I know you don't think I'd honestly go on around here pretending not to know what I know and living some normal Wonderland life like nothing's happened.
[ just not at the cost of ruining sam's life. ] But jesus fine can't we look into the whole demon curing thing? Whatever you and me were doing to Crowley I know the Mark screws everything up but it's something right, a starting point.
What do you think I'm planning on doing? I don't need Wonderland memories to have common sense man. More like if I can get any useful info from this Crowley who isn't as crappy as your new pal then maybe I'd like to carry it over. Or from whoever else can help.
[ hopefully dean never finds out he'd talked to lucifer!! ha speaking of ruining his life ]
Whenever I find you I'm locking you down in the bunker and trying that cure from the trials. If it doesn't work I'll find something that does. It's not like I've got an apocalypse or leviathan or anything to take priority right now.
Apparently you didn't notice but I aggressively fended off every single person who wanted to talk about why I came back like a hollow-eyed murderer because I didn't think it was their business.
You don't know that. You haven't seen all the same crap as me. I can figure this out with or without your approval
[ There are a lot of things he thinks to say: "I should've just kept you in the dark about this," "Why do all these conversations turn sour," and "Don't you do this, not now."
It isn't as dramatic as it would be over the phone, but Sam doesn't send any more texts. He puts the phone down, scrubbing his face with his hands, and heads out of his room to think.
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Don't you think you're... wasting whatever youve got going on here on that?
Yeah get the cuffs and trap me somewhere sure
But toss the key after
[ this is like the months before being dragged to hell all over again. ]
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Seriously? I'm "wasting time" trying to stop you from staying a demon? I dunno I figured you'd want to do something too.
And I know you don't think I'd honestly go on around here pretending not to know what I know and living some normal Wonderland life like nothing's happened.
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[ just not at the cost of ruining sam's life. ]
But jesus fine can't we look into the whole demon curing thing?
Whatever you and me were doing to Crowley
I know the Mark screws everything up but it's something right, a starting point.
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More like if I can get any useful info from this Crowley who isn't as crappy as your new pal then maybe I'd like to carry it over.
Or from whoever else can help.
[ hopefully dean never finds out he'd talked to lucifer!! ha speaking of ruining his life ]
Whenever I find you I'm locking you down in the bunker and trying that cure from the trials. If it doesn't work I'll find something that does. It's not like I've got an apocalypse or leviathan or anything to take priority right now.
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You do what you do back home but I don't need people breathing on my neck over this crap alright.
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They can't do anything. You can barely do anything.
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You don't know that. You haven't seen all the same crap as me. I can figure this out with or without your approval
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Maybe you really shouldve kept a lid on it a little longer.
You know what? Whatever, Sam.
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It isn't as dramatic as it would be over the phone, but Sam doesn't send any more texts. He puts the phone down, scrubbing his face with his hands, and heads out of his room to think.
Crap only seems to beget more crap, lately. ]