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[He's still disoriented and sick when the jeep drops him off in front of what is apparently his new house and Sam isn't sure if he's hallucinating or not but it seriously looks like the damned thing is hovering and not driving. Which shouldn't be possible, but in the span of the last few hours, his entire world has been ripped away and turned on it's ear.

Heropa needs you, Mr. Winchester. America needs you.

Sam had tried, in vain, to explain to them that giving him powers was a monumentally bad idea, but no one seemed to listen to his protests as he was shuttled to and fro and had a file shoved under his nose.

His head is spinning, his legs feel like they're about to give out and it's a damned good thing there's a bench nearby because it would have been that or simply faceplant on the concrete and he's pretty sure heroes don't pass out.

So he flips on the device he'd been handed, giving Heropa a good look at a very pale, very worn down looking young man.] Hey, so I've already been given the basics but not the why. Why us? Why powers?

[Wearily he scrubs at his face before deciding to backtrack.] Let me guess, no one knows that either. Okay. So how about something more basic? Like is there a hospital or healer around here? I don't think they really need a hero that's going to pass out after climbing a flight of freaking stairs.

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A year? [Sam is dizzy and weak and right now not a whole lot of things are making sense. Jeeps are hovering and he's still not convinced that this isn't simply his mind collapsing beneath the weight of the Trials and how he was being transformed.]

..what? [The question is barely out before there's a gut-wrenching sensation of the entire world shifting beneath him. Now they're indoors and there's a dog and absolutely nothing around him is making sense. When it comes to the suggestion? He doesn't have to be asked twice. Sam all but wilts into the couch, absently ruffling the ears of the dog perched at his knee, tail thwapping on the floor.

God, how many years had he wanted a dog?] Dean, what the hell is going on? I don't understand. [For the first time in a while, he's looking to his brother for answers, for some way to make sense of what's happening and why he's been pulled away.]

It's - [Dean sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face as Cap rests his head on Sam's leg.] Like I said. It's complicated. There's this. Porter thing here and it brings people in and gives them powers. Sometimes people are from the same place. Hell. You've been here before. Twice.

[Which brings him to another thing.] Sometimes people are from different years. Remember different things. Which is probably why I don't remember whatever trial thing you're talking about. Sammy, the last thing I remember is being in Detroit. You caught me up to speed when you were here before, so I know how things went down, but. [Shrugs. He hadn't lived through it yet.]

Oh. And Lucifer and Bela are here. [So that's been fun.] But before that, it was just me.

Anyway. Can we get you to a hospital or something before we finish off this round of twenty questions?

Lucifer? [This time Sam startles hard enough to damn near fall off the couch. Either Dean is seeing him too or maybe this is some sort of hallucination he can't free himself from. The air around him goes frigid and he tries to work at the scar on his palm.] You.. you can see him too?

[Hospitals don't matter. Castiel said he couldn't heal him, that the damage was too extensive] He's real?

Whoa. Hey. [Dean reaches out to put a steadying hand on Sam's shoulder, jerking back when the cold hits him, a few flames springing to life one his palm, curling around his hand, warming it for just a second before he realizes and sends them away with a thought. He's giving Sam a concerned look now because this? This was not normal.]

Yeah. Unfortunately. He was here before, too. Raised a little Hell before the government put him on lockdown.

Come on, Sammy. Hospital. Now. And then you can tell me about this trial thing. Cap. You wanna go outside, Buddy? We'll be back later. [The dog whines softly but picks his head up from Sam's lap and heads towards the kitchen. Dean reaches for Sam again, intending to take both of them to the hospital. And this time, he's expecting the chill of cold to great him.]

[Fire. Okay, Sam doesn't really need to be reminded of fire when he's trying to battle a flashback of Hell at the same time and the chill spikes again, coating his hand in ice.]

Wait. You mean he's real? He's really here? [It's not a hallucination and Sam isn't entirely certain if he should be relieved or upset by this. Which leaves him distracted enough that he only manages a confused squawk before the world lurches away beneath them and when he can focus again, they're at a hospital.

.. oh good. At least he's picked the right place to pass out?]

((feel free to move them on to a hospital room))

001 First Trial [Video/action]

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