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[ Sam has lost time. The last thing he remembers is entering the lab, getting a look around the place, some friendly sibling bickering in the kitchen. The next thing he knew he was in a bed, or more specifically the one he's claimed since they've arrived at the lab.

Not only that, but it seems like whatever Raphael did to help him before has worn off. As soon as consciousness hits him, the pain starts. There's an idle wonder if it's trying to make up for lost time, because it slams into his body with such a force that he ends up staying in that bed for three hours, unable to move or even call out to anyone.

Great. Because it's not like he has enough problems without being forced to deal with this.

After a bit of time, the pain subsides (or he gets used to it), and he's able to sit up. While he knows he should tell someone what's happening, especially his brother, there's some hesitance on Sam's part. It's not like he doesn't know what's going on with his body, this isn't some spontaneous illness - that pain carries a twinge of familiarity he isn't so happy to feel. And there isn't much anyone can do, especially Dean. However, there is one who helped him before....]

[ After learning that Charlie and Kevin are there (and after talking to both of them), Sam sends out a text to all. Normally he would just talk on video, but he doesn't want everyone to see the state he's in. Sam hasn't mastered the art of hiding it very well, especially so soon after this pain has returned. ]

Seems like we've got quite a few new folks around. You need anything, don't hesitate to ask. We're all in this together. I'm Sam Winchester.

I was also wondering about that machine we've got here in the building. Anyone got anything on it yet? I've been kind of indisposed for a while, so if anyone can catch me up that'd be great.

[ Private Text - Raphael ]

If you've got some time today, I'd like to meet up. I've been gone, not sure where but I've lost time. And...I can feel it again. The sickness I had when I arrived before.

Let me know.

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It's been a rough ride. Not sure if someone gets a time limit on these trials or anything, but it feels worse this time around.

[ Sam would do it all again, of course. He would never wish this on his brother, and in his mind it's a fitting penance for the wrongs he's done. Not that Sam will ever feel like he could fully atone, but its a good start.

A little relief, though, would go a long way. ]

Anything is good, even just a little. If I can get up and function...that's all I need. [ He gives Samandriel a tired smile. ]

It's possible that it feels worse because it may have grown worse. Without a full and proper heal... [He trails off, taking the final step toward the bed and reaching a hand out to place it gently on Sam's shoulder.] I couldn't say, as I didn't examine you before, but it's a great amount of damage. It's not unlikely that it got worse, even with Raphael's patch-up.

[A worried frown creases his expression, though it softens slightly when Sam smiles. He doesn't want to be frighteningly negative, so he even attempts a weak smile of his own as he gives an understanding nod.

He puts a little more weight into his hand then, still sitting on Sam's shoulder, and he scrounges up all the power he can, focusing it into healing him. It takes a matter of seconds, and he can't mend or even try to mend as much as he wishes to, but Sam should be in at least less of a state. In a question of how he feels, and if it's any better, Samandriel shoots another glance at the Winchester, although this time he remains silent.]

[ Sam doesn't have high hopes about ever getting rid of this sickness inside him, even if he manages to get home. If what Dean said was right, the ritual would have killed him. Sometimes he finds himself wishing his brother hadn't stopped him in that church with Crowley.

For now, though, Sam's resigned himself to being in this state for the indefinite future. As Samandriel focuses his power, Sam's eyes flutter closed, squeezing tight as he struggles to stay sitting up. It doesn't take long, and while he can still feel it in there the pain is much more manageable, practically ignorable.

Opening his eyes, he blinks for a moment before lifting his arms a little and shaking them out. He rolls his shoulders and sighs. ]

That's a lot better. [ Understatement. ] Thanks, Samandriel. I appreciate it. Is there anything I can do to pay you back?

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