( Sam is grateful that he hasn't started driving yet, because all of a sudden, a lot is coming at him at once. He turns to Jack, only growing more confused the longer he talks, the information he receives not correlating to what Sam already knows, and he can't do anything for a moment but absorb the information he's being given. )
You killed Michael - wait, Lucifer's dead? Kill Chuck? -- ( Shock rocks through him, almost physically doubling him over - the joy of Lucifer's dead, he's finally dead and the horror of Jack had to kill someone, Jack killed Michael, Jack says we're trying to kill God instantly at war within him. The wrestling of emotions in his chest, pushing past the shock and disbelief, almost keeps him from hearing what Jack says next.
He turns to the kid, eyes wide, and he's surprised to see such blatant desperation on his face. Castiel is here too -- that's important, and it's another lifeline thrown his way, just before he's sent overboard again with it's out of time. Sam squeezes his eyes shut, forcing himself to break down the avalanche of information into sizable pieces. ) Wait - okay, give me a second...
( Sam forces himself to take a breath, then opens his eyes again. ) You're saying that... you're from a future point in our timeline? And that Castiel is from...the past? ( This, somehow, seems more manageable to parse versus the "killing God" topic. ) I guess we've... we've traveled in time before, but not between universes and time. Why would anyone drag us here at such different points...
( But Jack is looking at him like a lost kid desperate for reassurance, asking if Sam knows him, and the instinct to soothe is immediate. He grabs Jack's shoulder gently, letting his own astonishment recede as he focuses on grounding Jack - even as the word 'son' rings like a bell in Sam's mind. They hadn't... Sam would never assume... but that had to be a conversation for a different time. )
Of course, I know you. You're Jack. Our nephilim kid who eats too much nougat, right? ( Sam gives him a teasing grin he hopes he reassuring enough, patting Jack's bony shoulder. )
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You killed Michael - wait, Lucifer's dead? Kill Chuck? -- ( Shock rocks through him, almost physically doubling him over - the joy of Lucifer's dead, he's finally dead and the horror of Jack had to kill someone, Jack killed Michael, Jack says we're trying to kill God instantly at war within him. The wrestling of emotions in his chest, pushing past the shock and disbelief, almost keeps him from hearing what Jack says next.
He turns to the kid, eyes wide, and he's surprised to see such blatant desperation on his face. Castiel is here too -- that's important, and it's another lifeline thrown his way, just before he's sent overboard again with it's out of time. Sam squeezes his eyes shut, forcing himself to break down the avalanche of information into sizable pieces. ) Wait - okay, give me a second...
( Sam forces himself to take a breath, then opens his eyes again. ) You're saying that... you're from a future point in our timeline? And that Castiel is from...the past? ( This, somehow, seems more manageable to parse versus the "killing God" topic. ) I guess we've... we've traveled in time before, but not between universes and time. Why would anyone drag us here at such different points...
( But Jack is looking at him like a lost kid desperate for reassurance, asking if Sam knows him, and the instinct to soothe is immediate. He grabs Jack's shoulder gently, letting his own astonishment recede as he focuses on grounding Jack - even as the word 'son' rings like a bell in Sam's mind. They hadn't... Sam would never assume... but that had to be a conversation for a different time. )
Of course, I know you. You're Jack. Our nephilim kid who eats too much nougat, right? ( Sam gives him a teasing grin he hopes he reassuring enough, patting Jack's bony shoulder. )