[ Here... His head slowly tilts up and he looks up at the ceiling where he saw some the windows to the bedrooms earlier when he walked up to the house. ]
Right.
[ He nods. Understanding. Putting it out of his mind, as he listens intently to what Sam has to say. ]
I figured out the same thing once I met him. Jack isn't an abomination. [ He looks at him. ] And neither are you.
[ He adds just in case he took his words to heart when he was at his lowest and they faced off against the 'Whore'. Either way, he wanted Sam to know he didn't see him that way. A thought that's quickly put to rest the moment he mentions Ishim. Surprise colors his face, and he looks at Sam like he's grown a second head. How did he know about Ishim? The question is clearly written in his face but he doesn't interrupt, needing to hear the rest. Ishim... lied? About the Nephilim, they were sent to kill? Then who did he... kill? Hearing Sam confirm it makes him drawback not quite sure what to make of everything he's been told. He trusted Ishim. Why would he lie to them? There's too many questions and despite knowing he should keep his knowledge of the future vague, it's hard to keep them at bay. ]
I... [ His fingers flex not quite sure what to do with the knowledge of his former comrade. ] You've given me a lot to think about.
[ He finally answers, fidgeting in place as the information casts his old friend into a new light. Needing a moment with his thoughts, he's quiet on their trek to the table not even looking at Sam when he gets up to grab them some drinks. There's a sense of betrayal that settles heavy on his chest by the time Sam returns. It lies with him, even as the conversation shifts to his other brother - Lucifer. Sam from the other world. The who had Lucifer anchored inside him, he still feels like a fool for not seeing it when he spoke to the other Sam. Whatever he could do, he would do it, no matter what it cost him. He was in all the way. But then, that's just how things always were, at least in this aspect, nothing had changed. ]
Sam. I'll do whatever you want. I want to free Sam of my brother's possession. Whatever you need, I'll do it.
[ He settles down, the conversation new, yet familiar. Sitting around a table, discussing how to take down the archangels. It feels like he's come home. ]
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Right.
[ He nods. Understanding. Putting it out of his mind, as he listens intently to what Sam has to say. ]
I figured out the same thing once I met him. Jack isn't an abomination. [ He looks at him. ] And neither are you.
[ He adds just in case he took his words to heart when he was at his lowest and they faced off against the 'Whore'. Either way, he wanted Sam to know he didn't see him that way. A thought that's quickly put to rest the moment he mentions Ishim. Surprise colors his face, and he looks at Sam like he's grown a second head. How did he know about Ishim? The question is clearly written in his face but he doesn't interrupt, needing to hear the rest. Ishim... lied? About the Nephilim, they were sent to kill? Then who did he... kill? Hearing Sam confirm it makes him drawback not quite sure what to make of everything he's been told. He trusted Ishim. Why would he lie to them? There's too many questions and despite knowing he should keep his knowledge of the future vague, it's hard to keep them at bay. ]
I... [ His fingers flex not quite sure what to do with the knowledge of his former comrade. ] You've given me a lot to think about.
[ He finally answers, fidgeting in place as the information casts his old friend into a new light. Needing a moment with his thoughts, he's quiet on their trek to the table not even looking at Sam when he gets up to grab them some drinks. There's a sense of betrayal that settles heavy on his chest by the time Sam returns. It lies with him, even as the conversation shifts to his other brother - Lucifer. Sam from the other world. The who had Lucifer anchored inside him, he still feels like a fool for not seeing it when he spoke to the other Sam. Whatever he could do, he would do it, no matter what it cost him. He was in all the way. But then, that's just how things always were, at least in this aspect, nothing had changed. ]
Sam. I'll do whatever you want. I want to free Sam of my brother's possession. Whatever you need, I'll do it.
[ He settles down, the conversation new, yet familiar. Sitting around a table, discussing how to take down the archangels. It feels like he's come home. ]
Can you tell me what we did before?