[Predictably, it doesn't really do a whole lot to soothe his concerns. But that's probably how it is for anyone who has learned the devil's possessing them in the future, right? Even so, there's at least some small sliver of good to Dean's words. Sam's just trying to take what he can get.]
... Sounds real miserable.
[He tries to make it sound joking, but his nervous glance betrays him.]
But he's gone, you said. Right? He's not gonna, uh... Come back for me?
[ Dean figured it wouldn't. Sorry, Sammy. But Dean's trying to tell him in the best way possible. He's never been one for sugarcoating anything anyway, but especially after all the shit he's been through, he's a little harsher.
But he's getting better - much better. Especially with his little brother genuinely being little again. Fourteen is a wild age, impressionable, and he doesn't want to ruin whatever shot the kid may have. ]
Yeah, he's gone, Sammy. I don't see how he'd be able to come back.
[ But, you know. Just to be safe. Maybe it's time to put some angel wards on Sammy's walls. ]
[Just the thought of someone as horrific and powerful as the actual devil wanting to take him over is enough to give him nightmares. The Lucifer in his dreams is more traditional — horns, a tail. But the red glowing eyes... the angel's wings... something about the creation in his mind feels too real.
He is relieved, though. To know he's gone. That he can't just... return.
Well, he's relieved until he thinks of a possibility that churns his stomach.
Looking over at Dean, he looks — nervous.]
If people just... show up here all the time, then he could, too. Right?
[ It's a valid fear, and Sam has every right to be concerned about it. People do show up here all the time, from all different places and timelines. ]
But the thing about this place? He wouldn't be overpowered. Not like he was back home. Everyone who has any kinda ability here is nerfed. So even if he showed up, I think we could actually gank him.
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... Sounds real miserable.
[He tries to make it sound joking, but his nervous glance betrays him.]
But he's gone, you said. Right? He's not gonna, uh... Come back for me?
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But he's getting better - much better. Especially with his little brother genuinely being little again. Fourteen is a wild age, impressionable, and he doesn't want to ruin whatever shot the kid may have. ]
Yeah, he's gone, Sammy. I don't see how he'd be able to come back.
[ But, you know. Just to be safe. Maybe it's time to put some angel wards on Sammy's walls. ]
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He is relieved, though. To know he's gone. That he can't just... return.
Well, he's relieved until he thinks of a possibility that churns his stomach.
Looking over at Dean, he looks — nervous.]
If people just... show up here all the time, then he could, too. Right?
In a different body. A different universe.
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[ It's a valid fear, and Sam has every right to be concerned about it. People do show up here all the time, from all different places and timelines. ]
But the thing about this place? He wouldn't be overpowered. Not like he was back home. Everyone who has any kinda ability here is nerfed. So even if he showed up, I think we could actually gank him.
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Seriously? Ganking the devil?
You think we could really do that?
[Maybe it's false hope Dean's offering, and maybe it isn't, but... it's a heck of a concept.]