kalesalad: (someone's coming in)
πŸ†‚πŸ…°πŸ…ΌπŸ…ΌπŸ…ΈπŸ…²πŸ…· ([personal profile] kalesalad) wrote in [personal profile] heraldingangel 2020-11-14 11:27 pm (UTC)

From what I've learned, some people are assigned one. Others aren't. There's no reasoning behind either.

( It's not hard to see that a lack of a pattern or logic frustrates Sam, even as he explains what he can. )

Because of what it's made from. Chemicals or preservatives. They're designed to make you like them. And crave them.

( Because it's bad for him. He twists the bread and fastens the tie back on, returning the various components to the fridge. )

Yeah, he's -- he's with us when I'm from. He's ours. We raised him. ( Until he lost his soul and they lost track of how far down the rabbit hole he'd gone. How dangerous he'd become. ) Jack's in the third bedroom. Or, the other bedroom. The second one hasn't been touched.

( Cas is home to Sam, too, now. Cas, Dean, Jack, Eileen. Jodie. Her kids. Donna. Apocalypse world Bobby. They all make him feel like he's home. They're all family. )

Good. Jack will, too. He -- he's afraid you'll hate him because of who he is. My Cas, he promised to take care of him, to raise him. More than Dean and me, Jack was like a son to him. ( Even if he was dead when Jack was from. ) You don't need to .. force anything, but, I just wanted you to know that - that Jack cares. He likes you.

( They've bonded.

Plate in hand, he holds his other hand up.
)

Hey, it's okay. He's -- I don't know, I think he's fine. He's Sam again. And, Lucifer did get into my dream. But, Cas, when you do get your grace back. I think I might have a way, a way we can get Lucifer out.

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