driftfleet | voice. a quick sad post.

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voice. a quick sad post.

Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: after a sad shuffle :C

[Sam's very much subdued the day that Dean vanishes. If he reacts more viscerally to it, to knowing that this Dean was returning to his inevitable death at Sam and satan's own hands, nobody'd know it — he closes himself up in his room, keeps himself distant for a little while. It helps, because it also gets him away from those damned echoes that have begun to snowball. He's tried his best to ignore them, and with Dean suddenly gone... he doesn't trust himself to be anything but stressed at the sight.

Anyway. Um. Best to move forward, right...? Get back into things. Working at the bar keeps his mind busy, as does helping with the garden, and there's also helping with the weird messages from the planet, and — dammit, Sam, get back into things. Fake it 'til you make it. This too shall pass, if you pretend hard enough that you're fine. So he breathes in deep, breathes out, and addresses the fleet.]

My brother, Dean, um. Dean Winchester's left the fleet. I wasn't sure how many people knew him, but...

[A pause.]

Anyone want to talk? I could use something to keep me occupied. Your choice of topic, just shoot. I can be a pretty good listener, too.

[Help me get out of this funk, huh.]

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Yeah, but she's a great listener once you get to know her.

[He smiles fondly.]

You seem pretty good at it yourself. I'm not really used to... talking. Last time I told someone about angels and demons and the apocalypse, I was committed to a mental institution. [A pause.] On purpose, I mean. We were investigating a wraith that had been killing patients. Sometimes you gotta take one for the team.

[ she could lie, she supposes, and tell him she simply likes interesting people. or that her training made her into a good listener. but the real truth is that the more she asks about others, the less they're asking about her.

and so she dives in: ] More undercover work. Yes, the job seems quite multi-faceted.

[ she nudges him his glass. picks up her own. cheers? ]

[He taps his to hers, familiar thanks to Dean's bullheaded need to do the same.]

Guess so. It wasn't really something I wanted to be, but... After some point, you kind of just accept that things are what they are. [He shrugs.] Do you like your job?

Edited 2017-01-03 05:37 (UTC)

[ he flips the question on her -- she makes her displeasure known with a pursing of her lips, but then she takes a drink. lets the burn soak into the back of her throat. it's not quite whiskey. but it's not quite not-whiskey, either. ]

I think that sometimes my job is very hard to like. Which is different to actually disliking it. [ peggy hems and haws. ] I know the work's worth doing. And I know I do my best work with the SSR. If I didn't have it...

[ she sighs. this part is difficult because she realizes how much of a challenge it can be for some of these more 'modern' types to understand. ] If I didn't have my job, I wouldn't have anything. The world isn't exactly bursting with opportunities for -- me.

[ not the sort she wants to take, at least. not yet. she hesitates on saying more, chambering a particularly nasty question for later just in case he prods deeper than she's comfortable with exploring. ]

[Aaaah. He nods, biting his lip.]

I can relate. Moreso because I'm pretty sure I come up in obituaries, which would be very hard to explain in an interview. [He grins, good-natured.] But... I also can't relate. I'm sorry society back home doesn't understand your worth - if it helps at all, I think a lot of people here do.

And it sounds like you do amazing work. They're lucky to have you on their team. The world is.

Well. I nearly didn't take it. I was -- [ wait. she cocks her head, pausing just as she's about to bring her cup back to her lips. ] Did you say obituaries?

[ she knows very well he said it. buying time, buying time. ]

[hey now that was just supposed to be a smug little comment about his life

you cant just ask about it

He drinks deeply, eyebrows high on his forehead. Same time-buying method.]

Winchesters. We die and don't stay dead.

[WOW NOT AT ALL INFORMATIVE??]

As in you've faked your deaths, or -- ?

[ she's not letting him play this out on technicalities. omissions. peggy leans ever-so-slightly forward so that her elbows are resting on the table's edge. she doesn't want to believe in the possibility she's asking about.

and yet. ]

[PURSED LIPS.

ANOTHER SIP.

Gosh, it's his old conversation with Nami all over again.]

No, um. Real deal, a few times.

But - you know... like I said, I'm good now.

[Actually, he might be dead right now back home. He's not... sure...]

Edited 2017-01-03 06:04 (UTC)

[ her mouth opens. shuts. opens again. and then peggy takes a long and stiff drink, shaking out her doubt in the aftermath. god above. ]

You're really going to stress credulity with me, aren't you? [ she sighs. ] I think it would be a harder claim to believe where it not for my last year here in the Fleet.

Yeaaaah. This universe-hopping really helps me out with these kinds of talks.

[He shrugs, like it's nothing more than talking about a storm during a picnic.]

You know, it's a dangerous job, and there's a lot of supernatural crap involved.

And hey, how many people can say they've been killed by a bolt of lightning?

[sAM]

Do you mind if I ask an idiotic question? [ well, only she doesn't even wait for his permission before she launches into... ]

Did it hurt?

[He considers it for a moment, rather nonchalantly.]

Aaaah, well. Yeah, definitely.

It felt like someone punched me really hard, you know? Just for a moment. Like a bar fight where someone's biggest toughest biker bud came up and slammed a glass into my skull. When I woke back up I was okay - got between someone and their wishing well, and they wished me dead. Luckily the special coin was removed from it and undid the damage.

[ there's a warped sort of logic to it: a wish undone, and therefore a life restored. peggy doesn't much like the logic. but she does what she can to accept the premise if only to keep the conversation on is wheels. ]

How long had it been?

Aaaah, not very long, I don't think. I don't think my soul even got to heaven.

[Such casual chit-chat about dying and heaven and whatnot.

Typical Winchester conversations.]

Screwed up stuff. The original wish-maker wished for a girl he liked to love him. She was so devoted to him after the wish, she didn't want me to get in the way of their love by breaking the spell.

... People will do crazy things for whatever they think is love, I guess.

[ ugh. forgive her if she betrays a moment of raw disgust. peggy can understand going to great and harrowing lengths for love -- as long as she doesn't have to admit it out loud. but the thought of bending magic (already a thoroughly foreign concept to her) to such an end makes her stomach churn. bad enough that mind control should be used in warfare and espionage, now. ]

Crazy is drinking too many pints at the local and running starkers through camp to try and catch your sweetheart's eye. [ ... ] By contrast, what you're describing is utterly abhorrent.

Oh, you don't have to tell me twice.

One time, I had a crazed fan drug me into a forced marriage.

[He's just gonna pour a lot of alcohol into this cup okay? okay.]

Just how I wanted my love life to go. Tied to a bed with a crazy fan looming over me. With no pants.

[He just shakes his head, because what is his life.]

[ jeezy creezy. peggy looks appropriately (and sincerely!) alarmed at the suggestion. she almost wants to warn him off the booze but -- no, she'll let him at it. she'd want the same. ]

I'm sorry you had to endure it. Sounds dreadful. [ ... ] What happened?

Basically...? She made a deal with a demon for a love potion.

Once we tracked it and worked on taking it out, it was just a matter of telling her how stupid she'd been. Dealing with a demon? Stupid. I can't really say my family hasn't been stupid either, but nearly damning your soul for a love potion sure is bottom of the barrel. Lucky for me, I got to walk away from it. I don't know if she's none the wiser... but I like to think she changed her ways.

No. Sorry -- [ a short shake of her head ] -- I meant, how did you escape?

Oh. Well...

Turns out, she kind of would rather keep her soul than sell it for eternal hellfire.

She untied me for help in dealing with the demon in question.

Edited 2017-01-07 04:01 (UTC)

Oh. [ give her a moment to digest it. ] Silver linings, I suppose.

[ it's not intended to be so flippant as it sounds. there's still a look of deep dismay lurking behind her brown eyes. she drinks -- brows furrowing as she processes the troubling nature of his situation. ]

I sort of hopes you at least kicked her in her shins. All the same. [ does she? maybe. maybe not. peggy, at least, would have done exactly that. and more. ]

[He ducks his head, sheepish.

Oh, right.]

Yeah, good point. I guess I never really thought about that; I'm so used to crappy circumstances I guess, so I never even... really batted an eye for the most part. Kind of screwed up now that you say it like that. [Sam truly lives a shit life in many scenarios.] You probably know what I mean, right? Why complain about a scrape when you've dealt with a broken leg?

Bollocks. [ she purses her lips and watches his hesitation with a sharpish eye. ] I'll bemoan every last scrape. Someone has to.

[ it'a a lie, of course. designed to cover the fact that she behaves exactly as he expects. stick her through the gut with rebar and she'll still insist on rising to the occasion. but she is (perhaps) not prepared to see such bullheaded stupidity flourish in another person. ]

She deserves a thump for her idiocy.

[ but if you ask peggy, nearly everyone deserves a thump. ]

[... Oh. Well. He gives a nod, smiling softly.]

She did deserve it, you're right. It was a shitty thing to do.

[Strange, he only seems to just get the severity of the situation - if it had been anyone else getting essentially kidnapped and roomies, he'd be furious on their behalf. It had been terrible and a violation of sorts - Hell, she'd been talking about consummating their marriage. But after Lucifer... after decades being burned and ripped apart and mentally smashed and reformed... he stares distantly for a moment, frowning.]

... I guess I just expect it. Got used to it.

[He glances up.]

Can I be honest with you about something?

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hope* wow.

What an interesting accent Peggy