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	:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>“Mmmm.” Crowley says. “I understand. You don’t want to do anything too terribly evil, and you don’t want to become a supernatural creature.” <br><br>He points at Sam. “I don’t know all the details of what they did, but I will tell you what I do know. We’ve already covered how Sammy got a big bottleful of a Duke of Hell’s blood as a baby. Not his fault. But it means he stopped being human. Your baby brother has been a half-demon from the time you pulled him out of that fire. It’s why, barring extreme circumstances, they won’t ever accept him in Heaven. They don’t care that he’s the nice one. They don’t care about all his empathy. Or how he’ll sacrifice himself for others again and again.” <br><br>Crowley sounds like he has nothing but empathy himself at this moment, though he can’t ever shake that slight, superior air that follows him around at all times. <br><br>“Azazel showed up again and got him all stirred up when he sacrificed Sam’s fiancee. Their doomed betrothal made him perfect. That’s when the powers start, right? Sympathetic magic. Blood tying to blood. A perfect line from the past to the future, plus a hearty dose of negative emotion to spark the whole thing off. But the powers need fuel, which is why, up until Hydra got him, Sam was in terrible pain every time he got the visions, or tried to use his telekinesis.” <br><br> Crowley’s smile is sardonic. “He needs a steady supply of demon blood. Why didn’t the injections show up on the tox screen, Dean?” <br><br>		:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>“Mmmm.” Crowley says. “I understand. You don’t want to do anything too terribly evil, and you don’t want to become a supernatural creature.” <br><br>He points at Sam. “I don’t know all the details of what they did, but I will tell you what I do know. We’ve already covered how Sammy got a big bottleful of a Duke of Hell’s blood as a baby. Not his fault. But it means he stopped being human. Your baby brother has been a half-demon from the time you pulled him out of that fire. It’s why, barring extreme circumstances, they won’t ever accept him in Heaven. They don’t care that he’s the nice one. They don’t care about all his empathy. Or how he’ll sacrifice himself for others again and again.” <br><br>Crowley sounds like he has nothing but empathy himself at this moment, though he can’t ever shake that slight, superior air that follows him around at all times. <br><br>“Azazel showed up again and got him all stirred up when he sacrificed Sam’s fiancee. Their doomed betrothal made him perfect. That’s when the powers start, right? Sympathetic magic. Blood tying to blood. A perfect line from the past to the future, plus a hearty dose of negative emotion to spark the whole thing off. But the powers need fuel, which is why, up until Hydra got him, Sam was in terrible pain every time he got the visions, or tried to use his telekinesis.” <br><br> Crowley’s smile is sardonic. “He needs a steady supply of demon blood. Why didn’t the injections show up on the tox screen, Dean?” <br><br>

	:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>Dean’s green eyes cinch shut. He curses lowly. <br><br>Slowly his brain plays catch-up. His eyes remain closed as his paces shuffle around the car, granting himself a bit of grounding with the motion.		:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>Dean’s green eyes cinch shut. He curses lowly. <br><br>Slowly his brain plays catch-up. His eyes remain closed as his paces shuffle around the car, granting himself a bit of grounding with the motion. <br><br>“He’s still doping on the shit… isn’t he?” the revelation comes as a question but it isn’t one. “He’s not lifting. He didn’t stay down as well as he should’ve.” His hands press to his face. “What do they want with him? Azazel, I mean.” Pause. “And what was Hydra doing getting him amped on demon blood and then letting him--” he stops mid-sentence and frowns. Sam is not okay. Nor is he going to be okay. Ever. <br><br>He falls silent. <br><br>His eyes finally peel open. “I need a week to think it over.” And then he adds, “And there need to be terms on my side. One being that you never talk to Sam. Ever. That you don’t touch him. That you don’t even breathe on him or his vicinity in this life and the next.” He stares at Crowley. <br><br>His eyebrows lift expectantly.
	<br><br>“He’s still doping on the shit… isn’t he?” the revelation comes as a question but it isn’t one. “He’s not lifting. He didn’t stay down as well as he should’ve.” His hands press to his face. “What do they want with him? Azazel, I mean.” Pause. “And what was Hydra doing getting him amped on demon blood and then letting him--” he stops mid-sentence and frowns. Sam is not okay. Nor is he going to be okay. Ever. <br><br>He falls silent. <br><br>His eyes finally peel open. “I need a week to think it over.” And then he adds, “And there need to be terms on my side. One being that you never talk to Sam. Ever. That you don’t touch him. That you don’t even breathe on him or his vicinity in this life and the next.” He stares at Crowley. <br><br>His eyebrows lift expectantly.

	:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>Crowley spreads his hands. “It’s likely. Imagine, if you will, that someone has forced a heroin addiction on you. Now imagine that parts of you literally need that substance as badly as a human needs food. Now imagine trying to stop on your own.” <br><br>Dean says he needs a week to think about it. “I can certainly arrange to leave your Moose alone. He doesn’t factor into my plans, other than my desire to block other people’s plans for him. Azazel is a madman. He’s got visions. I like the bloody status quo. I’m in sales, for fuck’s sake.” <br><br>But Dean says he needs to think about it, and Crowley’s smile is magnanimous. “I understand. You need to think about it. Just remember, a lot can happen in a week, and you never know how equations might shift and change. I can’t really guarantee that I’ll be able to meet your needs seven days hence. So if you’d like to go ahead and do this deal now, I’ll throw in something else: I’ll remove a bit more of Sam’s memory, unless you like him having figured most of this out. We’ll call it my same-day incentive. Would you like to go ahead and take care of this right now?” <br><br>		:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>Crowley spreads his hands. “It’s likely. Imagine, if you will, that someone has forced a heroin addiction on you. Now imagine that parts of you literally need that substance as badly as a human needs food. Now imagine trying to stop on your own.” <br><br>Dean says he needs a week to think about it. “I can certainly arrange to leave your Moose alone. He doesn’t factor into my plans, other than my desire to block other people’s plans for him. Azazel is a madman. He’s got visions. I like the bloody status quo. I’m in sales, for fuck’s sake.” <br><br>But Dean says he needs to think about it, and Crowley’s smile is magnanimous. “I understand. You need to think about it. Just remember, a lot can happen in a week, and you never know how equations might shift and change. I can’t really guarantee that I’ll be able to meet your needs seven days hence. So if you’d like to go ahead and do this deal now, I’ll throw in something else: I’ll remove a bit more of Sam’s memory, unless you like him having figured most of this out. We’ll call it my same-day incentive. Would you like to go ahead and take care of this right now?” <br><br>

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	:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>Dean's head cants to the side while he mulls the question over. How does he know that? "Uh..." that's a good question. "Maybe you don't know Dad's journal as well as you think you do." He puts the whole thing back on Sam, and not on the fact that he destroyed that tome just under nine years ago. As for where the brook horse will be, "Yeaaaah. They like fog. A lot of it. And the only way to kill them is to pierce their heart with steel. We could try to trap it, but again, steel cage." <br><br>He sucks on the inside of his cheek. "It'll aim for one of the weird kids at school too. Like the odd ones."<br> <br>		:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>Dean's head cants to the side while he mulls the question over. How does he know that? "Uh..." that's a good question. "Maybe you don't know Dad's journal as well as you think you do." He puts the whole thing back on Sam, and not on the fact that he destroyed that tome just under nine years ago. As for where the brook horse will be, "Yeaaaah. They like fog. A lot of it. And the only way to kill them is to pierce their heart with steel. We could try to trap it, but again, steel cage." <br><br>He sucks on the inside of his cheek. "It'll aim for one of the weird kids at school too. Like the odd ones."<br> <br>

	:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>~~@emit~~ Sam ticks an eyebrow upward, but he doesn't argue. He got a photocopied partial during his year-long hunt, but he was able to tell right away things were missing from it. Either way, it doesn't seem worth arguing about. <br><br> Instead, he taps into his tablet. "There's an old steel mill right on the route," he says. "We might be able to find some useful stuff to work with there. We've got plenty of time to go see before the thing is expected to appear. 'Weird kids' might help us pinpoint the right spot on the river, too...if one of those kids has a house that's pretty close to the water, for example."<br> <br>		:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br> Sam ticks an eyebrow upward, but he doesn't argue. He got a photocopied partial during his year-long hunt, but he was able to tell right away things were missing from it. Either way, it doesn't seem worth arguing about. <br><br> Instead, he taps into his tablet. "There's an old steel mill right on the route," he says. "We might be able to find some useful stuff to work with there. We've got plenty of time to go see before the thing is expected to appear. 'Weird kids' might help us pinpoint the right spot on the river, too...if one of those kids has a house that's pretty close to the water, for example."<br> <br>

	:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>Dean's hands clap together and his lips twist to the side. He's quite obviously considering something as he stares at Sam a few beats longer than is probably comfortable. "Right. Well we should go then." And then his eyes light up, as he offers, "I mean, unless you need to talk to your lady friend before you go. I can totally handle this if you're too relationship-y. Just saying." His lips hitch up on one side into a boyish grin. <br><br>But there's no way that Sam is taking that bait and so Dean is already shedding the mechanic jumpsuit. "I'll drive." Clearly.<br> <br>		:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>Dean's hands clap together and his lips twist to the side. He's quite obviously considering something as he stares at Sam a few beats longer than is probably comfortable. "Right. Well we should go then." And then his eyes light up, as he offers, "I mean, unless you need to talk to your lady friend before you go. I can totally handle this if you're too relationship-y. Just saying." His lips hitch up on one side into a boyish grin. <br><br>But there's no way that Sam is taking that bait and so Dean is already shedding the mechanic jumpsuit. "I'll drive." Clearly.<br> <br>

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	:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>“Mmmm.” Crowley says. “I understand. You don’t want to do anything too terribly evil, and you don’t want to become a supernatural creature.” <br><br>He points at Sam. “I don’t know all the details of what they did, but I will tell you what I do know. We’ve already covered how Sammy got a big bottleful of a Duke of Hell’s blood as a baby. Not his fault. But it means he stopped being human. Your baby brother has been a half-demon from the time you pulled him out of that fire. It’s why, barring extreme circumstances, they won’t ever accept him in Heaven. They don’t care that he’s the nice one. They don’t care about all his empathy. Or how he’ll sacrifice himself for others again and again.” <br><br>Crowley sounds like he has nothing but empathy himself at this moment, though he can’t ever shake that slight, superior air that follows him around at all times. <br><br>“Azazel showed up again and got him all stirred up when he sacrificed Sam’s fiancee. Their doomed betrothal made him perfect. That’s when the powers start, right? Sympathetic magic. Blood tying to blood. A perfect line from the past to the future, plus a hearty dose of negative emotion to spark the whole thing off. But the powers need fuel, which is why, up until Hydra got him, Sam was in terrible pain every time he got the visions, or tried to use his telekinesis.” <br><br> Crowley’s smile is sardonic. “He needs a steady supply of demon blood. Why didn’t the injections show up on the tox screen, Dean?” <br><br>		:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>“Mmmm.” Crowley says. “I understand. You don’t want to do anything too terribly evil, and you don’t want to become a supernatural creature.” <br><br>He points at Sam. “I don’t know all the details of what they did, but I will tell you what I do know. We’ve already covered how Sammy got a big bottleful of a Duke of Hell’s blood as a baby. Not his fault. But it means he stopped being human. Your baby brother has been a half-demon from the time you pulled him out of that fire. It’s why, barring extreme circumstances, they won’t ever accept him in Heaven. They don’t care that he’s the nice one. They don’t care about all his empathy. Or how he’ll sacrifice himself for others again and again.” <br><br>Crowley sounds like he has nothing but empathy himself at this moment, though he can’t ever shake that slight, superior air that follows him around at all times. <br><br>“Azazel showed up again and got him all stirred up when he sacrificed Sam’s fiancee. Their doomed betrothal made him perfect. That’s when the powers start, right? Sympathetic magic. Blood tying to blood. A perfect line from the past to the future, plus a hearty dose of negative emotion to spark the whole thing off. But the powers need fuel, which is why, up until Hydra got him, Sam was in terrible pain every time he got the visions, or tried to use his telekinesis.” <br><br> Crowley’s smile is sardonic. “He needs a steady supply of demon blood. Why didn’t the injections show up on the tox screen, Dean?” <br><br>

	:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>Dean’s green eyes cinch shut. He curses lowly. <br><br>Slowly his brain plays catch-up. His eyes remain closed as his paces shuffle around the car, granting himself a bit of grounding with the motion.		:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>Dean’s green eyes cinch shut. He curses lowly. <br><br>Slowly his brain plays catch-up. His eyes remain closed as his paces shuffle around the car, granting himself a bit of grounding with the motion. <br><br>“He’s still doping on the shit… isn’t he?” the revelation comes as a question but it isn’t one. “He’s not lifting. He didn’t stay down as well as he should’ve.” His hands press to his face. “What do they want with him? Azazel, I mean.” Pause. “And what was Hydra doing getting him amped on demon blood and then letting him--” he stops mid-sentence and frowns. Sam is not okay. Nor is he going to be okay. Ever. <br><br>He falls silent. <br><br>His eyes finally peel open. “I need a week to think it over.” And then he adds, “And there need to be terms on my side. One being that you never talk to Sam. Ever. That you don’t touch him. That you don’t even breathe on him or his vicinity in this life and the next.” He stares at Crowley. <br><br>His eyebrows lift expectantly.
	<br><br>“He’s still doping on the shit… isn’t he?” the revelation comes as a question but it isn’t one. “He’s not lifting. He didn’t stay down as well as he should’ve.” His hands press to his face. “What do they want with him? Azazel, I mean.” Pause. “And what was Hydra doing getting him amped on demon blood and then letting him--” he stops mid-sentence and frowns. Sam is not okay. Nor is he going to be okay. Ever. <br><br>He falls silent. <br><br>His eyes finally peel open. “I need a week to think it over.” And then he adds, “And there need to be terms on my side. One being that you never talk to Sam. Ever. That you don’t touch him. That you don’t even breathe on him or his vicinity in this life and the next.” He stares at Crowley. <br><br>His eyebrows lift expectantly.

	:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>Crowley spreads his hands. “It’s likely. Imagine, if you will, that someone has forced a heroin addiction on you. Now imagine that parts of you literally need that substance as badly as a human needs food. Now imagine trying to stop on your own.” <br><br>Dean says he needs a week to think about it. “I can certainly arrange to leave your Moose alone. He doesn’t factor into my plans, other than my desire to block other people’s plans for him. Azazel is a madman. He’s got visions. I like the bloody status quo. I’m in sales, for fuck’s sake.” <br><br>But Dean says he needs to think about it, and Crowley’s smile is magnanimous. “I understand. You need to think about it. Just remember, a lot can happen in a week, and you never know how equations might shift and change. I can’t really guarantee that I’ll be able to meet your needs seven days hence. So if you’d like to go ahead and do this deal now, I’ll throw in something else: I’ll remove a bit more of Sam’s memory, unless you like him having figured most of this out. We’ll call it my same-day incentive. Would you like to go ahead and take care of this right now?” <br><br>		:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>Crowley spreads his hands. “It’s likely. Imagine, if you will, that someone has forced a heroin addiction on you. Now imagine that parts of you literally need that substance as badly as a human needs food. Now imagine trying to stop on your own.” <br><br>Dean says he needs a week to think about it. “I can certainly arrange to leave your Moose alone. He doesn’t factor into my plans, other than my desire to block other people’s plans for him. Azazel is a madman. He’s got visions. I like the bloody status quo. I’m in sales, for fuck’s sake.” <br><br>But Dean says he needs to think about it, and Crowley’s smile is magnanimous. “I understand. You need to think about it. Just remember, a lot can happen in a week, and you never know how equations might shift and change. I can’t really guarantee that I’ll be able to meet your needs seven days hence. So if you’d like to go ahead and do this deal now, I’ll throw in something else: I’ll remove a bit more of Sam’s memory, unless you like him having figured most of this out. We’ll call it my same-day incentive. Would you like to go ahead and take care of this right now?” <br><br>

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	:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>Dean's head cants to the side while he mulls the question over. How does he know that? "Uh..." that's a good question. "Maybe you don't know Dad's journal as well as you think you do." He puts the whole thing back on Sam, and not on the fact that he destroyed that tome just under nine years ago. As for where the brook horse will be, "Yeaaaah. They like fog. A lot of it. And the only way to kill them is to pierce their heart with steel. We could try to trap it, but again, steel cage." <br><br>He sucks on the inside of his cheek. "It'll aim for one of the weird kids at school too. Like the odd ones."<br> <br>		:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>Dean's head cants to the side while he mulls the question over. How does he know that? "Uh..." that's a good question. "Maybe you don't know Dad's journal as well as you think you do." He puts the whole thing back on Sam, and not on the fact that he destroyed that tome just under nine years ago. As for where the brook horse will be, "Yeaaaah. They like fog. A lot of it. And the only way to kill them is to pierce their heart with steel. We could try to trap it, but again, steel cage." <br><br>He sucks on the inside of his cheek. "It'll aim for one of the weird kids at school too. Like the odd ones."<br> <br>

	:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>~~@emit~~ Sam ticks an eyebrow upward, but he doesn't argue. He got a photocopied partial during his year-long hunt, but he was able to tell right away things were missing from it. Either way, it doesn't seem worth arguing about. <br><br> Instead, he taps into his tablet. "There's an old steel mill right on the route," he says. "We might be able to find some useful stuff to work with there. We've got plenty of time to go see before the thing is expected to appear. 'Weird kids' might help us pinpoint the right spot on the river, too...if one of those kids has a house that's pretty close to the water, for example."<br> <br>		:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br> Sam ticks an eyebrow upward, but he doesn't argue. He got a photocopied partial during his year-long hunt, but he was able to tell right away things were missing from it. Either way, it doesn't seem worth arguing about. <br><br> Instead, he taps into his tablet. "There's an old steel mill right on the route," he says. "We might be able to find some useful stuff to work with there. We've got plenty of time to go see before the thing is expected to appear. 'Weird kids' might help us pinpoint the right spot on the river, too...if one of those kids has a house that's pretty close to the water, for example."<br> <br>

	:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>Dean's hands clap together and his lips twist to the side. He's quite obviously considering something as he stares at Sam a few beats longer than is probably comfortable. "Right. Well we should go then." And then his eyes light up, as he offers, "I mean, unless you need to talk to your lady friend before you go. I can totally handle this if you're too relationship-y. Just saying." His lips hitch up on one side into a boyish grin. <br><br>But there's no way that Sam is taking that bait and so Dean is already shedding the mechanic jumpsuit. "I'll drive." Clearly.<br> <br>		:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>Dean's hands clap together and his lips twist to the side. He's quite obviously considering something as he stares at Sam a few beats longer than is probably comfortable. "Right. Well we should go then." And then his eyes light up, as he offers, "I mean, unless you need to talk to your lady friend before you go. I can totally handle this if you're too relationship-y. Just saying." His lips hitch up on one side into a boyish grin. <br><br>But there's no way that Sam is taking that bait and so Dean is already shedding the mechanic jumpsuit. "I'll drive." Clearly.<br> <br>