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[Since their arrival here, Lucifer had been of half a mind about finding Sam. Well, more than half. In fact, there were only two things preventing him from harassing the younger Winchester and they were ephemeral at best. The first thing that prevented him doing anything was his disorientation, death and resurrection were likely to blame, but this new place was odd. Once his disorientation had faded, there was the rage to contend with.

For the first several days, there had been a very real possibility that he would kill Sam on sight. He'd done far worse for far less, after all. Killing the human was something fairly inconsequential to him, aside from the fact that he would be breaking his word, but it was that little technicality that made Lucifer reluctant. Unfortunately, even his reluctance wore away quickly in the face of anger and betrayal and this new landscape wasn't quite empty enough to be a comfortable distraction.

Texting didn't work here, not that he had attempted to. He could have called, but that thought didn't occur to Lucifer either. No, instead of distance communication, he did as he was wont and simply appeared alongside Sam. He could travel farther here, a convenience for him if not so much for Sam, and he exploited that as Sam approached one of the identical grey buildings in the spiral.

He had thought he could restrain himself. It took half a second after his arrival and Lucifer's control snapped. Just seeing Sam's face conjured all that anger again and all at once he had Nick's hand around Sam's neck and the human shoved back against the wall. His anger was tangible and his shadow had the long lines of deformed wings protruding from it.]

Sam.

[The greeting sounded casual because that was the sound human greetings made. There was nothing friendly about it.]

Long time no see.

(( OOC; Continued from here ))

[ He knows that sound. He also knows this isn't really the time or place to think that way, either, not when she's just come back from the dead. That's the first time she wanted it though, wasn't it? Wanted to try and reconnect with the living. They're at a different place in their relationship now, but he still doesn't want to take advantage of any vulnerability she's feeling, however momentary.

Sam rests his nose along side hers, running his hands up and down her back in a soothing manner. If she needs to feel connected, he can help. But he doesn't want to overwhelm her. ]

I wanted to speak with you about something. Do you have time?

(( OOC; Continued from this thread. ))

[ He does need to work on reassuring her of his affections, he knows. He also knows it's not an excuse to be concentrating on other things; she deserves better. She may think she doesn't, but she does. So while she is with Sam, he will try to be what she does deserve and maybe even need.

He kisses her slowly, deliberately, trying to show with the words he doesn't always say that he values her, he wants her around, he likes having her close by. ]

[Fatima does not want to make this call. She dithers for an hour or two, making up little excuses; cold compresses, rest, maybe a shot or two of rum. But she knows perfectly well that they're excuses. And she knows perfectly well that she made a deal with Sam.

It'll be fun seeing how that blows up in her face.

So she makes the call. It's voice, instead of video. Her bruises are healing up, but they're still visible.

She speaks rapidly, like she wants to get it all out before she changes her mind or chickens out or something. Like a band-aid, right?]

Everyone is fine and alive and kicking and I don't want you to freak out or do that guilt thing you do, because it's really not about you, even if you internalize everything, but I swear to whatever gods are out there, this was a long time coming, "long time" as in "way before you and I were..." I don't know, whatever we are, and I'm only telling you this because I promised that I would try out the whole being-honest thing so please don't flip out, okay?

[That was kind of a sentence, right?]

[ he doesn't want to make this call, is certain sam already knows -- because of course he does, fatima would have said something -- but dean doesn't want it to boil down to sam having to force the answers out of him again, like during prior conflicts. so he reaches out before sam can, though the usual bite and steel of his voice is missing, his defenses down. ]

If you already spoke to Fatima-- [ it started off better in his head, but suddenly dean isn't sure where he's going with this. only that... excuses won't really cut it.

a long beat passes and he sighs. ]

I messed up, Sam.

[ simple and honest. ]

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No text in Haven, that's a shame.

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