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Who: Sam Winchester & you!
Where: Panorama
When: June
What: Catch-all: TDM migration & other closed threads.

Warnings: None atm, will update along the way.

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( Sam tries his best not to look too alarmed at that combo of drove and motorcycle and crash coming from Jack's mouth, but he probably doesn't succeed with the way he feels his eyebrows raise to his hairline. )

Motorcycle - five times - ( Sam purses his lips before all of his worry can spill out, because clearly, Jack is fine, he's standing right in front of him, whole and unhurt. Jack also has that familiar, expectant look on his face, clearly waiting for his approval, and Sam can't bring himself to dampen that excitement. So instead, Sam rubs his hand across his mouth, then breathes out as much of his his anxieties as he can. He's spent enough of them worrying about Dean, anyway. )

That's great, Jack, really. I'm sure they appreciated the help. ( Sam affectionately pats Jack's shoulder, then chuckles a little despite himself - Jack is the only one who could learn how to drive by crashing it and just... getting back up again. It's very Winchester, he has to admit.

When did Jack even learned how to drive?, Sam thinks. How did I miss that?. A strange melancholy washes over him, and Sam doesn't have the first clue where it came from or what to do with it, so he pushes forward. )

Is your bike alright? It must have taken some damage. I could drive us to the bowling alley, if you'd like. ( And maybe Sam isn't quite ready to see Jack drive a motorcycle himself, no matter that he knows he doesn't have to worry about Jack getting his head smashed open - and, well, now that though is in his head, so Sam quickly turns off the lights to finish closing up the shop. )

[ Jack's stress since coming here has been surrounding not fulfilling his destiny with Chuck, but also, the truth is that being here without his family has been difficult. It was him, Sam, and Dean at the end, on an empty planet, and while that was terrible, he at least wasn't alone. He doesn't do well without regular guidance, and then he ends up with bad guidance like with Billie, who he'd truly come to trust, only to find out that yet again he made the wrong call.

Sam though, Sam he can always count on. From the first day he was alive, Sam has come through for him. Everything is better now. He can see that Sam is probably worried about the motorcycle and that is reasonable, given that a normal human would probably have been badly damaged, but he can see with his eyes that Jack is fine. Not a scratch on him. He did get scratched and cut up during the crashes, only for them to immediately close up like always, the pain a forgotten second. ]

It seems pretty sturdy, but I wouldn't trust you on the bike with me yet, I'm not a good enough driver. Let's go in yours!

[ Sam would probably be giant on the motorcycle with him so driving together would be a back up option, when a car with Sam makes more sense. Jack is proud of how good he's become with driving, but he's not so foolish as to think he's as good as someone who has been driving most of their life.

Jack stays close to Sam as they walk like he's afraid of letting him out of his sight, his anxious blue eyes fixed on him for that same reason. Now they just need to find Dean and they can figure out what to do about going home and dealing with Chuck. ]

Sam, I'm worried that we're not where we're supposed to be. Do you think Chuck would have sent us here instead of confronting us?

[ They did plan on trapping him through Michael, but maybe he saw through it. He doesn't understand his grandfather. Jack also hasn't figured out that Sam is from a different time so he assumes they are in the same moment of concern with God as their number one enemy. ]

( Sam chuckles at the image of the two of them fitting onto a motorcycle, with Jack at the helm. It's great that Jack has learned how to drive, but he'd rather not tempt fate by playing into a comedy of errors on this particular subject. ) Sounds good to me. Want me to lock it up here until we get back?

( Once the garage is properly locked - he doesn't want to deal with another bitchfest from Chuck about procedure, even though it's his job as manager to close up - Sam keeps Jack close as they walk over to Sam's dusty, crimson Cherokee jeep. It's almost opposite the Impala in every possible way, modern and dirty, where the Impala is old but treasured, and that's how Sam wants it to be. Anything resembling his childhood home would hurt too much to drive without his brother by his side.

The reminder of Dean's absence makes his stomach churn, but he's able to push it away this time. It's easier to focus, now that Jack is here. He's no longer listless, roaming this cursed place like a ghost in search of his family. With Jack here, there's someone to anchor him in place, and Sam is grateful for that, at least.

After Jack gets inside, Sam starts up the car, then raises his eyebrows at Jack's question. ) Why do you think Chuck sent us here? He's been AWOL since Amara... well, he's been gone for a long time. ( It's the second time Jack's mentioned God, and while they've discussed him before, he hasn't been the main focus of discussion in their world-hopping mishaps. Lucifer had taken more of Jack's focus. The recent memory of the disappointment on Jack's face when he left Lucifer behind in the Apocalypse still stings, but Sam still can't bring himself to regret it. ) Honestly, this feels more like something Lucifer or Michael would do.

[ Jack settles into the car and he likes it. It's not the Impala, but he likes the variety and Sam looks right behind the wheel. He rarely gets to sit in the passenger seat unless they're on a mission so it's nice to just be up front for no reason other than the two of them going to dinner. He also doesn't often get to eat dinner with just him and Sam! It doesn't mean that he's glad Dean isn't here, he's sad about that, but Jack as per usual does find some positives in his situation. Sam's here so he can lean on him.

He frowns and looks over at Sam, puzzled. ]

Sam, Lucifer and Michael are dead. I killed Michael myself. I'm supposed to kill Chuck now, remember?

[ It cost them all dearly that he burned out his soul in the process, but Jack does not regret killing Michael. No, he hated the man, more than his father, more than Chuck. The others are enemies but Michael was Jack's personal enemy. He spent all that time in the other universe trying to get him and then finally took him down, but only at the loss of others first. He would do it again, Michael had to die. ]

Oh. Wait.

[ It sweeps into him all at once and he didn't expect this to happen again, but here it is. At least Sam does know him. Jack knows how much worse this could be. He gives one of his very sad faces. ]

Castiel is here too, I should have said that sooner, but Sam ... he's from before I was born. I guess whatever is taking us, it's out of time.

[ The look he shoots him is desperate, young. ]

But you do know me, right? I'm your adopted son?

( 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. )

[ Jack goes quiet when Sam asks to get a second to process that, which is understandable. His mistake was putting way too much information on Castiel all at once, but at the time Jack didn't know what else to do. He was needy for his father's attention and he wanted to convince him of their relationship, but instead he feels like he may have only driven him away. ]

Yes. I'm from the future. I killed Michael maybe a year ago. Lucifer died before that. Chuck brought him back briefly later, but he was killed very quickly again, so he's gone.

[ So quickly. Probably hours after he was resurrected. Jack feels nothing about that topic, his father was dead to him after the first time. In fact, Jack hated the very idea of ever seeing Lucifer again, which is why he reacted so violently toward Nick. He barely was able to react to his father showing up toward the end before Michael killed him. Now Jack has absorbed all of his power, but he can talk about that later as a concern. Two archangel Graces inside of him is a lot to handle.

This means that he's never been soulless to Sam though. And it means ... Mary is still alive to him. That instantly puts Jack in an inwardly spiral of panic. He can't talk about that now. Not when Sam is here and cares about him. He can't lose another parent. That will be a problem for future Jack, as people sometimes say. ]

Castiel says he is from when you were all fighting Amara and he let Lucifer possess his body.

[ He looks deeply relieved at Sam's reassurance but also anxious at the same time, all of his emotions laid out there openly on his honest face. He looks hopeful as he shoots a look toward Sam. ]

Yes. I'm so glad. If both you and Castiel didn't know me, I don't know what I'd do.

( While still on guard, hands hovering by his hips, Sam's eyebrows dip in confusion at the lack of recognition from the other man. ) Yeah... we've met. ( Sam doesn't remember Benny being quite this talkative, honestly, but it isn't like they spent a lot of time together. All Sam knew about him was what Dean told him, and Sam had taken everything he'd said with a grain of salt. Trust was in low supply between them in those days.

Still, even though it makes no sense that Benny doesn't know him, other than that, his story sounds an awful lot like Sam's own - minus a few key details. ) You were... in Purgatory? ( Sam knows that Benny gave himself up to the monsters in Purgatory so Dean could excape - and there's a twinge of guilt there, because it should have been Sam who got him out, as Dean has always made clear - but that was after they had met. )

Were you with Dean? ( Sam isn't relaxing anytime soon, and he's not letting Benny leave until they've sorted out if the other man still has a taste for human blood - but Dean is the priority. He always has been. )

( Honestly, it's hard to believe that Rowena is also caught up in this mess - she seems above this sort of multi-universe stuff - but if Jack's right, it sounds like Sam owes her. He knows Jack can't get hurt, not physically, but a lot could have happened to him in a place like this without someone to keep an eye on him. He never thought that person would be Rowena, of all people - but maybe he's not as surprised as he tells himself he is. His relationship with her has always been... different. He wants to believe in her, and that belief hasn't always been in vain.

Still, as he knocks on the door, he can't help but wonder what Rowena might be planning in the long term. She's too smart not to have at least plans A through D running by now, and she must hate Panorama. The side of Sam's mouth tilts upwards in something like a grin at the image of Rowena perusing the dingy stores downstairs, trying her best not to get any slime on her. ) Rowena? It's Sam.

( it was jack who told her samuel was with them, though she hadn't known which room he'd been in to find him. nor, somehow, did she even have a mirror for the simplest of her locator spells. though she'd been in the store to start searching for what they did have, she'd found it a disappointing mess, and lacking in most of what she'd like. but that was one store and tomorrow she'd try another.

jack's out (working at the job he so proudly found) when he knocks at the door, and hearing his voice brings a little relief. she'd already killed a banshee with a stranger; she didn't want to find anything else.

she's smiles when she opens the door, pretending for a brief moment that all of this is normal, that he's come to ask for a spell, some help, or just for tea. it doesn't help, but it's nice just to have a friend and not think about the shittiness of the situation. or the strangeness of it, given she doesn't yet have an answer about her resurrection )

Samuel. Should we start with tea or whiskey?

( neither are very good. she'd charmed the bottle of whiskey out the bar, though it was poor quality, and stolen the tea from the store magically. she needed something, and she didn't plan on any more debt )

( The sight of Rowena opening her door, graceful and posh as ever despite their ratty surroundings, has Sam biting his lip as he smiles. This is all such a mess - not only are they from different universes, but from different points in time - but it's still nice to see that some things don't change. )

Depends. Are they up to your impossible standards? ( He means that as a compliment, truly. )

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