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First Seal [Video]

[The video turns on, showing Sam Winchester. Hair a bit shorter than the previous one, looking a few years younger, wearing a green, light jacket and a blue and white check shirt.]

[He looks surprised. And a little lost.]

I've got to say. I expected Hell to look a lot less metropolitan. [He holds up a hand.] I know, I know. I read the packet. Not Hell, just Florida. Though I'm pretty sure more than a few people back home would have said that there wasn't much of a difference.

[The smile he gives his own joke is wan. Yeah, he knows it's a bad one. It's what he's got for the moment.] I didn't see it in the file, but are you here, too, Dean? Not sure if I should hope for that or not, actually. But if I'm hallucinating, I'm pretty sure I'd drag him in, too.

[He pauses a moment, considering, before adding--] If this ISN'T a hallucination, I suppose I should introduce myself. Sam Winchester. Uh...pleasure to be here, I suppose.

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[Yeah. Yeah, you know what's NOT helping Sam think this isn't some hallucination?]

[Dead archangels on the screen, that's what.]

[Sam stops a few moments, then shakes himself.]

Uh...right.

[Sees that look. Doesn't take a genius to figure out what Sam's thinking of.

Just what Gabriel wants. Someone else turning up and bleating about how he died. Tsk.]

Uh, what? That's it? Really?

Just saying. For trying to convince me this isn't a hallucination, this isn't a great start.

[A pause.]

On the other hand, I'm not sure why I'd hallucinate you, either.

[Oh, that's a lie. Sam feels a certain amount of guilt for Gabriel's death since he died getting Sam and Dean and Kali out of the line of fire. So seeing the archangel alive would be great. But he's not giving that ammo to whoever is holding the strings at the moment.]

[Oh. He can go with this.]

I'm definitely a hallucination. You're bound in some dark room somewhere full of hallucinogens. Shame.

[Actually gives a shrug and shakes his head.]

Maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you something, Sammy.

Yeah, no. I mean, I know what was happening when I...well, before I arrived here. And I'm ninety percent certain that hallucinogens weren't going to be part of it.

Suppose I could be wrong about that, though.

Hm, yeah. Shame about that. [Wild stab in the dark because really, anything that happens to a Winchester is normally craptastic and as a hallucination he's meant to know...Will just act knowingly.]

Well you need to hallucinate something else, because seriously? Florida? I'm bored of it already, change the channel.

[Sam raises an eyebrow after a moment.]

I thought changing channels was more your thing.

Mmhmm. A good point. I shouldn't be trusting any of you knuckleheads with the remote. This is going nowhere. So.

Enjoy being a hero. Oh and just so you know, there's no exit. [Said so casually as he sips takeout coffee.]

Well, it's not like I didn't know THAT before I jumped.

[Seriously, Gabriel. This is part of the reason why Sam's leaning toward 'not a hallucination'. Because if Gabriel WAS a hallucination, then he'd know that.]

For what it's worth, though. Thanks.

Alright enough crap. I got things to do today.

[Actually pulls a list out of nowhere.]

One; Dean is around here somewhere in some apartment. Two; Lucifer is in jail, depowered and as useful as a chocolate fireguard. Three; don't bother giving me crap regarding Lucifer because I stopped caring about what anyone had to say on that matter months ago. Four; don't feed them after midnight and don't let them get wet. Five; stay out of the Italian cafe on Main Street, pretty sure it's Mafia owned. Six; if you have questions, don't bother, I stopped listening already.

That should just about cover it.

[Sam nods along, mostly because it seems it's expected. And he is listening. Some of it is useful. Though he's not sure why people would be giving Gabriel crap about Lucifer, but he makes note of it.]

All right. I guess that does cover it.

[He's not hurt because...seriously, it's Gabriel. This is probably about what is really expected, honestly.]

[Squints at. Okay, now he may be a bit suspicious.]

That was way too easy, Sammosaurus. What's the deal?

[Sam raises an eyebrow.]

I thought you'd stopped listening already.

[Okay, maybe teasing a little bit.]

Seriously, though. What do you want me to say? I'm about as convinced as I can be that this isn't all in my head. Though, considering the last time I saw you in Florida...

Hm, what?

[Pft, that was too easy as well.]

Ah yes, Florida. That was fun. Guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow, Sammy.

Uh-huh. Bye, Gabriel.

[Because, frankly, somebody isn't buying the whole 'I don't give a shit' routine. If Gabriel didn't actually give a shit, then he wouldn't have tried so hard back home. Not just with taking on Lucifer, but trying so hard to get Sam to accept Dean's death or trying to get them to play their parts.]

[He's just not going to call Gabriel a lying liar who lies to his face, that's all.]

Right. Later Sammy.

[That can't be everything can it? Gabriel isn't too sure. Obviously Sam has a million questions to ask, so Gabriel will just sit there and stir his coffee.

Patience is a virtue, Gabriel managing to stay silent for all of three minutes.]

Anything else?

[Sam's used to having to figure things out on his own. And, mostly, he's waiting to find his brother to ask too many questions.]

[But...Gabriel's here and doing 'uninterested' very badly, so Sam bites.]

Okay, then. What's the deal around here? I mean, besides the powers thing. Which is still a bit weird.

Oh so now you need something, making me have to ask.

[Eyerolls. Loves it really. And okay, there'll be a few moments as Gabriel mulls the answer over. Even he's not too sure and the archangel has been in Heropa for months.

Oh wait that was it. Dramatic drum roll please....]

Communists.

...Communists.

[Sure, the look that Gabriel gets is incredulous, but it's not that Sam's disbelieving. It's just...]

I was seven when the Berlin Wall came down. That seemed to put paid to the entire idea of communism.

[It wasn't that simple, Sam knows that. But it was certainly the start.]

Yup. More reds around here than at an Irish convention. If you listen to the government then they live under your bed. The communists, not the Irish. Try to keep up Sammy.

[Coffee sip.]

That being said, the only interaction I've had with Russia was sending Castiel there for being a dick.

McCarthyism never died, huh?

[Sam's far too young to remember the communist scares, of course. Even the Cold War is something that's just from the history books for him.]

[That last, though, makes Sam freeze, a half-sick, half hopeful expression on his face.]

Cas is here? Is he okay?

He's not still in Russia, is he?

Still alive and kicking. I bet it'll get real paranoid around here soonish too.

[Smirks. Could really wind Sam up and watch him run around some.]

He sounded fine. Not seen him though.

Greeeeat. Just what I need. Dean being more paranoid.

[Still, his shoulders relax a bit, even as he glances away.]

Good. That's...that's really good. I...I'm sure I'll see him around.

[When and if Castiel forgives Sam for what happened.]

Oh you wouldn't believe how paranoid Dean-o is. I think he secretly enjoys it.

[Sees that glance away, hears the pauses. Sounds like drama, like some petty sibling fight or whatever and Gabriel doesn't want to know or get involved.]

What's all that about?

[Okay that is it, Gabriel is already making a mental note to lay off the coffee. Tomorrow.]

Edited 2014-07-11 14:32 (UTC)

Let's just say your advice worked. Just that there were a few casualties along the way.

[Sam's not talking about it over a monitored line. Or a public line. Or possibly in public at all.]

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