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[likely_evil]

[there is a sleeping man on the beach. Faceplanted, really, because Sam sleeps on his stomach. At the sound of a gunshot, however, he lifts his head suddenly, which makes his also take in a gasp of sand that he then proceeds to cough out as he gets to his hands and knees.

Well, he was obviously not in the procedural cop show anymore. But they had killed the Trickster, hadn't they? Why wasn't he back in the warehouse?

He will eventually talk to the people he hears around him... after he gets all this sand coughed up]

[hung_garian]

[It's just simple logic, really. Something as bizarre as this happens, you go looking for the nearest Winchester, and you can bet your ass there'll be one around, because this kind of thing is always their fault if it's not his own. So, Sam, as a welcome break (no doubt) from the sand, have an apparently not dead Trickster, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and shades, sipping a Pina Colada, and looking unimpressed as fuck with what is clearly Sam's doing. Not that he's complaining, despite appearances - as far as he's concerned, Sam's done this on purpose, and it sure as hell beats, y'know, dying.]

Nice trick, Houdini. How'd you work it? Some kind of reverse banishing? Kali?

[likely_evil]

[yeah, of all the people Sam wants to see, the face of the Trickster is not one of them. He manages to scowl before reaching into the fountain and cupping some dirty water into his mouth and using it to gargle and spit out the rest of the sand]

Yeah, look who's talking. You're the one running the show, so why don't you just send us back home and be done with it.

[hung_garian]

And I'd wanna do that because...?

[He rolls his eyes, but snaps his fingers anyway and - stays put. There's a moment's pause before he tries again, to similar results.]

Yes, very funny. Har, har, har. What's this all about, Sam? -- waaaaait.

[Aha, a theory presents itself.]

Winchester, check, inescapable pocket universe, or what sure seems like one, check. Severe absence of bikinki-clad volleyball players despite being on a beach, check. Clearly this is Hell.

[It's not a very good theory, admittedly.]

Knew I shoulda gone to Church more often.

[Or even one he really believes. On a mostly unrelated note:]

Where's your brother?

[likely_evil]

I don't know. Why would you put me and Dean into a Japanese gameshow? I don't pretend to understand your sick mind. So what now, we're supposed to play Survivor?

[he brushes the rest of the sand off his face and tries to pat it off his body. He did watch the Trickster though, because something wasn't right, that was for sure.]

This doesn't look like Hell to me, at least not how Dean described it. And if I knew where he was, you'd think I'd be talking to you right now?

[hung_garian]

[Somewhat distracted:]

Feels more like Lost to me.

[He doesn't make the connection that Sam's from before him, of course. That would be too easy. He's still trying to leave every now and then; it continues to not work.]

If you didn't do this it must have been him, but fuck if I know how. You sure you don't know what's going on and you're not just screwing with me? 'Cause if this is some lameass attempt at a joke, well, I ain't laughing. Especially considering I don't trust you screwheads to have done this any way even vaguely resembling safe. Luci dearest'll be right behind us if he's not here already, so how's about you quit with the monkey dance and explain what's going on, kay?

[likely_evil]

Oh great.

[Sam makes a mental note to keep a heads up for polar bears]

Listen, I have no idea what the fuck is going on, alright? You're the one who likes to do this kind of shit, so stop asking me the questions. Unless it is the devil, and then you're just fucked.

[hung_garian]

I'll take solace in the knowledge that if it's him, we're both fucked.

[He frowns, glancing around. It doesn't seem as if this is Sam's doing, or he figures there'd be gloating of some kind. He's pretty damn sure he didn't do it, Lucifer has no reason to, and for the sake of his sanity he's going to assume this isn't some wacky kind of afterlife.]

So Dean or Kali. Five bucks and a Hershey bar says your pet idiot'll be around here somewhere, whether he's the one who's responsible for this fuckery or not. Can't imagine he'll know what's going on, considering it's Dean and I can't imagine him knowing much at all, but could be worth a shot.

[There's a brief pause.]

So, uh, you guys have built-in magnets or homing devices or the power of love or whatever, right? Go fetch.

[He makes shooing motions.]

[likely_evil]

Who the hell is Kali?

[yeah, not moving. Because you told him to fetch, even if he does want to go find his brother]

[hung_garian]

What are you, brain damaged? Kali. As in villain of that one Indiana Jones movie. As in the one who was trying to kill you about ten minutes ago? Ringing any bells?

[likely_evil]

Ten minutes ago I was stabbing your ass because you threw us into a procedural cop show. So unless I forgot you decided to put us in Indiana Jones at some point of this crazy game of yours, then no, I don't know.

[hung_garian]

Hey, I was right. You are brain-damaged.

[He frowns, as if he can tell why Sam doesn't remember just by staring at him.]

That was about six months back, Bourne Identity. I knew all those head injuries were gonna catch up with you sooner or later.

[likely_evil]

[glare]

It hasn't been six months, unless time outside your game goes faster than inside.

[hung_garian]

It's been six months for you as well - or at least, it should have been.

[likely_evil]

So what then, the game keeps going until I say Yes?

[hung_garian]

The game keeps going for another few days till I get bored of your incessant whining and decide to go to Disneyland instead. I don't know what you do. I imagine you sulk for a few days, all the while exchanging meaningful pouts with your better half, then go try to kill Caspar.

[likely_evil]

Of course you'd go to Disneyland.

[Sam sighed and looked over his shoulder, trying to find his brother.]

Yeah, well speaking of Dean, I'll leave you to enjoy yourself and go find him. You figure out how to let yourself out, don't let the door hit you.

[hung_garian]

Screw him, I'm not going looking for him. He'll turn up on his own if he can, and if he can't, kudos to whatever took him out, but in all likelihood? There's probably some kind of big nasty thing involved. Other than you, I mean. And prejudiced I ain't, but big nasty things are usually bad for the health, so... I'll see him when I see him.

[He shrugs.]

Which will hopefully be not at all. Same goes for you, big guy.

[likely_evil]

[Sam just nods at him before walking off to find Dean. he still doesn't believe that the Trickster is innocent in all this, after all]