[ video - day 206 ]

[lost_my_shoe]

[ Private video to Jo Harvelle ]

[ Remember how much older and more tired Sam looked when you first arrived, Jo? Well, he looks a whole lot worse now. Don't take it personally. The last few days have been hard for him. ]

Hey... You still up for that drink?

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[knifecollecting]

[A moment of stunned silence follows that statement before Jo takes a drink and shakes her head.]

Now wait. I must be drunk already. They're what?

[lost_my_shoe]

[ Well done, Sam! Open mouth, insert over-sized foot. ]

Well, not so much friends with benefits, more like fuck buddies...

[ Not making things any better, Sam. Just keep drinking and stop talking. ]

[knifecollecting]

[Wow. She makes a choked sound and sighs.]

Like that's any better. Did you have anything else to say or can I take the scotch and lock myself in my room for a few days?

[lost_my_shoe]

[ He downs another glass of scotch. Please don't go, Jo! He needs a friend! ]

I learned Dean's dead back home. [ It comes out quicker and slightly more frantic than he intends. But he's been sitting on this knowledge since Cas told him, not quite sure what to do with it. ]

[knifecollecting]

...When? [Because that seems the most important question.]

[lost_my_shoe]

When did he die or when did I find out? Cas told me when he came back. From what I can make out he's not too far ahead of me.

[ Freakin' timelines, man! ]

[knifecollecting]

...When are you from?

[She's still trying to sort all of this out.]

[lost_my_shoe]

2014.

[ No wonder he looks older, right? ]

[knifecollecting]

[She just nods.]

He'll come back. You two always do.

[lost_my_shoe]

I want to believe that. But I'm not so sure this time.

[ Here, Jo. Have some more scotch. Scotch it good. It blocks things out. ]

[knifecollecting]

[Are you trying to get her drunk, Sam?

...Probably a good course of action.]

He's here though. That's something.

[lost_my_shoe]

[ Getting drunk definitely seems like a good idea. Maybe not in the morning when the hangover kicks in, but right now it seems like a good idea. ]

Yeah. I guess. Maybe me and Cas can figure out a way to fix things. [ Not that they'll remember any of it when they get back home... ]

[knifecollecting]

[She'll hold Sam's hair while he throws up.]

What else has happened?

[lost_my_shoe]

[ A perfect friendship!

He sighs and takes another long slug of his scotch. ]

Not even sure where to begin on that one.

[knifecollecting]

Start after the trial?

[lost_my_shoe]

I'm not sure we have enough alcohol for that...

[knifecollecting]

[Why ask for her opinion if you aren't even going to listen.]

What do you think I need to know the most?

[lost_my_shoe]

I'll try and stick to the footnotes... [ Even the footnotes version is pretty complex, let's be real. ]

I got married to an obsessed fangirl. That was... interesting. I was roofied. [ Great start, Sam! ]

Bobby died. It was really hard. And kinda our fault. And the Leviathans. Freakin' Leviathans, man. Talk about tough mothers...

[ Sam, you suck at footnotes! Really suck. ]

I was pretty messed up. Apparently leaving your soul in Hell for a year with Lucifer and Michael does that to you. Cas patched me up, but it came at a cost. That's how Meg helped us out. We needed help looking after him and she stepped up to the plate.

Then Dean and Cas ended up in Purgatory. I hit a dog and I met this girl... [ Should he go on? ]

[knifecollecting]

[Okay, ignoring the stuff about Meg and pushing relationships until later-]

Bobby's dead?

[lost_my_shoe]

Yeah. He, uh, he got shot in the head...

[ It still hurts. Bobby was family. ]

[knifecollecting]

[Jo takes a long drink and sighs.]

Why? What was he doing?

[lost_my_shoe]

[ Sam gives a self-depreciating scoff. ]

What do you think? Getting involved in Winchester crap. I swear my freakin' family is cursed. Everyone who gets close to us gets hurt or killed. We're toxic.

[knifecollecting]

[She stretches across the table to pat his arm, pulling back after a second to take another drink.]

Most of us make the choice to get involved.

[lost_my_shoe]

Doesn't change the fact there's a whole list of people who died just because they decided to work with us.

[ And it's a list that just keeps on growing. ]

We found a way to close the gates of Hell forever, y'know? We had to do these trials. Well, I had to do these trials. And I got close. I was about to finish the last one but Dean stopped me.

I could've stopped Crowley and the demons and Abaddon and all of it. But Dean stopped me.

And Cas was trying to fix Heaven, but the guy he was working with, Metatron, scribe of God, turned out to be a jerk and stole Cas's Grace for a spell to cast all the angels out of Heaven.

The trials nearly killed me. Should've killed me. I was ready to die. But Dean tricked me into letting an angel use me, to heal me, to heal himself. I was so angry. Part of me still is.

[knifecollecting]

[That's a hell of a lot to dump on a girl all at once, Sam. Give her a second.

...Okay. That's all messed up.]

You were angry Dean didn't let you die?