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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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[Having noted Sam's apparent absence, it's good to hear from him again. After talking with him in the tunnels, however, and knowing thanks to Dean that he's not in the greatest condition, it's with concern that Samandriel replies, trying an answer in text for...the first time ever.]

sanm? arte yyou okjat?

[Well, that looks professional. Finding the button mashing too time consuming and perhaps mildly frustrating, he then switches to audio. Technology does not agree with him.]

I'm afraid I don't know anything about the machine, though I can't say I've spent much time investigating it as of yet. As for your being indisposed, however... What sort of condition are you in? Are you okay?

[ Watching angels deal with technology is always interesting. Sam's about to answer the text when Samandriel calls him, so he answers that instead.

His instinct is to say he's fine, but one thing he's trying to do is be more honest about his condition. It's not fair to anyone here to have someone as wrecked inside as Sam is just brushing off concern. ]

Okay is probably pushing it a little bit. [ If only he could say he was okay. As it is, it's hard to sit up in bed right now. ] Looks like whatever happened to me while I was gone reset me to factory default. I remember everything that's happened, but any progress with this...whatever it is. Sickness. Looks like it's all gone.

[It's not a huge surprise to hear that Sam isn't doing so great anymore, not with the way things tend to go around here, but Samandriel hadn't expected it to be as bad as it sounds. He doesn't know the extent to which Sam is sick, injured, however one would label it, but from everything Dean told him... If it's back to the way it was when he arrived, that's pretty concerning.]

I see. Have you spoken with Raphael? If he helped you before, he may help you again. [That's about the only advice he has. He's not sure how else to deal with what Sam's gone through.] I can offer to come to you now and do what I can, but he's the healer. He'd be your better chance.

I tried contacting him earlier - just waiting to hear back and see what the situation is.

[ Sam's mostly unsure since Raphael healed him before the arrival of two brothers of his, brothers that Sam has a pretty damn shaky past with. There's no telling what will happen from here. ]

If you're up for it, I won't turn away a helping hand. Something to get me up and walking is good enough for now, I can deal with the pain.

[ He doesn't feel like he has a choice but to just grit his teeth and bear it at this point. ]

Of course. I don't mind; I wouldn't offer if I did.

[Though he has no idea how much help he can actually be of, he's more than willing to do what he can for Sam, and it seems to him that Sam is willing to take any help he can get.]

I can come to you immediately. You're in your room, I presume?

Yeah, I'm in my room.

[ Practically glued to his bed, but at least he's got himself sitting up. ]

Thanks, Samandriel.

You're welcome.

[With that, the feed cuts out and the next second, he appears in Sam's room with the sound of ruffling feathers to announce himself. And even with everything he's heard, he finds himself taken aback by Sam's condition.

For a moment, Samandriel is silent, just looking the Winchester over and taking a few quiet steps toward the bed.]

The trials were harder on you than I'd expected. [The words are spoken quietly, his eyes still scanning over Sam's body.] I'm not sure how much I can do for you, how much relief I can offer. ...Though I imagine any amount of relief you can get is something you must want.

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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