( she'd cast a little tracking spell once the call had hung up, letting her know just when he'd be there as she slipped to her kitchen to make their tea.
so rowena isn't surprised by the knock at the door, taking a moment to pour both cups and set them on her table before opening the door, a small smile on her.
it's easy to tell the difference in him, not just for the range of emotion in his expression but in his posture and how he carries himself. that soul really is snuggly in there )
We really do. [Sam nods, barely lifting his eyes to look at her. Memories of assaulting her, of shouting at her at every possible avenue, it's hard to swallow.]
I'm not sure where to start except I'm sorry, for everything. And I know that glosses over--
( i'm used to it are not words that rowena says even though it's what she says, used to people and the world hurting her and trying to keep her feeling that. but it also glosses over things in the wrong way, and whilst she doesn't want to dwell too much (or be too vulnerable) she won't do that to him either )
You didn't know me. ( it is at least a truth ) And I've seen what being without a soul can do to others. You didn't have a reason to believe me.
( she leads him in, closing the door behind him and taking him to where their cups of tea are sat at a table )
You offered me a second chance once, Samuel. ( and she'd tried to kill him and his brother ) It's fair to offer you the same.
( and even if he hadn't offered her one their friendship means too much to her for rowena to throw it away so quickly. but their friendship had built from that chance, from how he'd been with her even when they were frenemies. he had the same with her )
( rowena nods, and she does at least know a little something about his experience even if it hadn't been everything. neither had wanted to say too much yet neither had they needed to )
It's a few years later that I meet you in 2015. And a few more after that is when I'm from. 2018.
( she drinks a little more tea, letting him take that information in first )
The story that I told you, about helping you with God and Amara was true. That happens.
That one you did but no one could have predicted God's sister from becoming part of anything.
( they'd certainly not known about her when they'd freed her which is a convenient detail she avoids )
There were a lot of things that happened for that event to come to play, most of them happened before I met you. But it's not the only time we've worked together.
You mean after a plan that was borderline suicidal?
( she'd said it then and still agreed now even if rowena had helped them )
It didn't look hopeful, she almost killed him and then somehow Dean had them make amends. They're now-- ( she does a wave gesture with her hand ) bonding somewhere far from us, probably on one of his other universes. Better that they're not near us in case it doesn't go well.
( though there's a pause here now and rowena gets up, moving to her cabinet to pull out her bottle of scotch and two glasses. it's quickly progressing from a tea conversation and really, she thinks he needs it.
but it also gives her time to stall as she pours the drinks for them both, not certain she wants to admit what was happening when she was from. whilst rowena's told dean... sam's been through a lot lately )
Most of the times we've worked together have been much simpler.
[Oh. Right. Another two years. Sam blinks for a moment before shaking his head. He can absorb all this information, but he's still just out of sorts since getting his soul back.]
It's probably good I hear about one of those times.
( give her a moment to think of a really good one as she swaps to her scotch.
except really good isn't a thing )
Well, most of them do involve other witches. Luckily, you have one on your side who's able to help solve that problem.
( as she innocently smiles at him. it's complicated )
Last year you called me to help with something that had happened to Dean. You both had been investigating some murder and he'd ended up hit with a wee curse, one that was rather rapidly obliterating his memory. Fortunately for you, I was able to translate the spell you needed to undo the curse.
Oh, I've been keeping count over the years. You Winchesters owe me a lot of favours.
( appearing sentimental isn't happening today. she might remember their friendship but they have to find it again. he does which means she'll play calm and cool )
I've cast a couple and yeah, I've got a knack for languages. [He takes a sip of the scotch.] Is there anything else? That might make you feel safer around me? i don't want to tip toe if we don't have to.
( one day she might tell him about the prophecy but that wasn't today. in their friendship she did feel safe around him, not worried about that detail but over the past few weeks she'd certainly worried. with his sould back... it was better and only rebuilding would shake off any lingering doubts of hers )
I made certain to keep that soul of yours very secure. It'll take something big to rip it back out.
( just in case he was worried about it shaking loose or someone here touching it. something certainly could but anyone else would have a lot to get around first.
though she didn't know whether that would reassure him or not )
I'd also tell you to ask anything you want, you're the one at a disadvantage here but... small steps, perhaps?
Good. I'm glad. I don't... I don't want to be without it.
[He looks up from his glass of scotch and thinks he hears something, though. Is that the rustling of chains? He sucks in a breath though, and tries to release it in slow exhales.]
I... I guess how'd we meet? I don't remember seeing...
[Is the floor starting to glow red? He blinks and then there's someone very familiar standing behind Rowena. Sam is up out of his seat and stumbling back over it.
( though that story quickly stops at his reaction, her hand leaving her glass and quickly turning behind her in anticipation of what it is that samuel's seeing.
except for rowena nothing is there. though based on the look on his face-- )
Samuel... ( her voice is softer, calm and reaching for him, rowena slowly standing from her own chair ) What do you see?
( she could guess, there are few things that could cause such fear (and based on what he's told her--) but she's trying to keep her mind clear of assumption to help him )
[Sam is climbing back up to his feet, his gaze locked on the image of Lucifer, pacing around Rowena and the table.
Aw. What're you so scared of, Sammy? Little piss in your coffee?
Lucifer turns back to the glasses.
Ooh, I love a good scotch. Mind if I...?
Sam tries to blink the image away as he takes a few more steps away from Rowena. His bandaged left hand goes for a pistol he doesn't have.] You're not real. You can't be real.
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[Sam wastes no time in making his way to Rowena's place and knocking quietly on the door. The guilt at everything he's done weighs him down.]
Rowena?
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so rowena isn't surprised by the knock at the door, taking a moment to pour both cups and set them on her table before opening the door, a small smile on her.
it's easy to tell the difference in him, not just for the range of emotion in his expression but in his posture and how he carries himself. that soul really is snuggly in there )
Come on in, Samuel. We have a lot to talk about.
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I'm not sure where to start except I'm sorry, for everything. And I know that glosses over--
[He makes a smoothing motion with his hand.]
I hurt you. A lot.
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You didn't know me. ( it is at least a truth ) And I've seen what being without a soul can do to others. You didn't have a reason to believe me.
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I know I don't deserve it, but I... a second chance to get to know you would be amazing.
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You offered me a second chance once, Samuel. ( and she'd tried to kill him and his brother ) It's fair to offer you the same.
( and even if he hadn't offered her one their friendship means too much to her for rowena to throw it away so quickly. but their friendship had built from that chance, from how he'd been with her even when they were frenemies. he had the same with her )
Shall we start with something simple?
( she sits, drinking a little of her tea )
What year it was exactly?
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2011. I've been out of Hell for six months-ish.
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It's a few years later that I meet you in 2015. And a few more after that is when I'm from. 2018.
( she drinks a little more tea, letting him take that information in first )
The story that I told you, about helping you with God and Amara was true. That happens.
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I thought we stopped the apocalypse.
[He'd always been better with the time travel stuff, but hearing her talk about God and Amara has his head spinning.]
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( they'd certainly not known about her when they'd freed her which is a convenient detail she avoids )
There were a lot of things that happened for that event to come to play, most of them happened before I met you. But it's not the only time we've worked together.
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( she'd said it then and still agreed now even if rowena had helped them )
It didn't look hopeful, she almost killed him and then somehow Dean had them make amends. They're now-- ( she does a wave gesture with her hand ) bonding somewhere far from us, probably on one of his other universes. Better that they're not near us in case it doesn't go well.
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So you're from after that?
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( though there's a pause here now and rowena gets up, moving to her cabinet to pull out her bottle of scotch and two glasses. it's quickly progressing from a tea conversation and really, she thinks he needs it.
but it also gives her time to stall as she pours the drinks for them both, not certain she wants to admit what was happening when she was from. whilst rowena's told dean... sam's been through a lot lately )
Most of the times we've worked together have been much simpler.
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It's probably good I hear about one of those times.
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except really good isn't a thing )
Well, most of them do involve other witches. Luckily, you have one on your side who's able to help solve that problem.
( as she innocently smiles at him. it's complicated )
Last year you called me to help with something that had happened to Dean. You both had been investigating some murder and he'd ended up hit with a wee curse, one that was rather rapidly obliterating his memory. Fortunately for you, I was able to translate the spell you needed to undo the curse.
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You sound like a pretty important ally. Thank you for helping us.
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Oh, I've been keeping count over the years. You Winchesters owe me a lot of favours.
( appearing sentimental isn't happening today. she might remember their friendship but they have to find it again. he does which means she'll play calm and cool )
One day I'll collect.
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I at least owe you dinner, if not help with spellwork.
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Real spellwork? ( pretending like she's never taught him a spell in her life ) We might have to refine what you know about witches first.
( but she's smiling, teasing his hunter knowledge rather than more recent events )
But if your grip on languages is as good as I remember... aye, you'll be a dab hand when I need one.
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( one day she might tell him about the prophecy but that wasn't today. in their friendship she did feel safe around him, not worried about that detail but over the past few weeks she'd certainly worried. with his sould back... it was better and only rebuilding would shake off any lingering doubts of hers )
I made certain to keep that soul of yours very secure. It'll take something big to rip it back out.
( just in case he was worried about it shaking loose or someone here touching it. something certainly could but anyone else would have a lot to get around first.
though she didn't know whether that would reassure him or not )
I'd also tell you to ask anything you want, you're the one at a disadvantage here but... small steps, perhaps?
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[He looks up from his glass of scotch and thinks he hears something, though. Is that the rustling of chains? He sucks in a breath though, and tries to release it in slow exhales.]
I... I guess how'd we meet? I don't remember seeing...
[Is the floor starting to glow red? He blinks and then there's someone very familiar standing behind Rowena. Sam is up out of his seat and stumbling back over it.
Hey there bunk buddy. You miss me?]
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( though that story quickly stops at his reaction, her hand leaving her glass and quickly turning behind her in anticipation of what it is that samuel's seeing.
except for rowena nothing is there. though based on the look on his face-- )
Samuel... ( her voice is softer, calm and reaching for him, rowena slowly standing from her own chair ) What do you see?
( she could guess, there are few things that could cause such fear (and based on what he's told her--) but she's trying to keep her mind clear of assumption to help him )
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Aw. What're you so scared of, Sammy? Little piss in your coffee?
Lucifer turns back to the glasses.
Ooh, I love a good scotch. Mind if I...?
Sam tries to blink the image away as he takes a few more steps away from Rowena. His bandaged left hand goes for a pistol he doesn't have.] You're not real. You can't be real.
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