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I arched a brow as the kid was shoving his face in my personal space and studying me like I was a rare find at some archeological sight. Which was sweet but not really the welcoming party I was expecting or hoping for. “Yes,” I gave an exasperated look, rolling my eyes to the Heavens, “I am here. Has one of the best beers in the country…and they make a mean cherry beer. Sorry, Germany, but this bar puts more sugar in theirs.” I turn and wink at the bartender who is giving me an appraising nod, overhearing our conversation…which wasn’t something to be startled about because I do have a tendency to talk loud. 

Sam is doing this thing where he isn’t finishing his sentences and kinda stammering, and I can’t help but grin at his plight. Oh Sam. How I did miss the overly tall giant. “Take this outside? Well…I guess it’s been a long time…” I sighed out, mischievous grin turning up on my lips, “Only, but only if you give me time to prep. Last time you came behind me and started shoving wood into me. Sheesh.” Shaking my head, I gave a nod as I finished my beer, rifling through my pockets to place out a few dollar bills. “Let’s do this,” I smirked and left the bar, inhaling the cool air as I walked across the dirty and gravel parking lot. 

“Yeah, what the hell happened? One minute I’m laying in Purgatory, the next I’m finding out my cellmates got released by the new warden,” I scowled out, smirk disappearing from my face as I eyed my surroundings that was more out of habit than anything else. “The new warden being Cas. Innocent, blue-eyed, needs-to-change-his-wardrobe Castile. I mean…how the hell did that happen? Because as far as I can tell Apocalypse didn’t happen, but instead the Leviathans happen? If this is some twisted way of getting me back, I’m not so sure I’m skipping for joy.” I ranted…a little bit, because nothing made sense. Why did Castiel open Purgatory? Does no one read that achingly boring Bible? Does no one in Heaven not understand simple things: don’t open Purgatory. All the bad guys are inside. Hello, that’s why Eve ran the damn thing! I sighed and fixed the dark flannel on my torso, rolling up the sleeves that got loose from my exaggerating hand movements. At least I could grab some news before heading back to my vacation by the sea. 

Sam glances around the bar, not really seeing the appeal that Gabriel did, but the beer is tasteful. He can’t help the brief disapproving frown that flickers over his face when Gabriel gets cute with the bartender. He was still as loud and as obnoxious as ever, despite Sam searching for wisdom in the archangel’s eyes… clearly that much hadn’t changed. He sighs heavily, trying to keep from getting snappy, because this was more than just a matter of being happy to see Gabriel was alive. If he was back, who was to say that there weren’t other players back on the chess board as well?

Sam scowls further when Gabriel grins at him for stammering— the hunter feels like he’s being mocked with the grin alone and it’s nostalgic and offensive all at once. Still, Sam somehow manages to pick up his wit out of the disjointed sentences of before. “It was my way of saying ‘hello’, Gabe. You make it kind of necessary to think on my toes.” He rolls his eyes and gets to his feet, grabbing his beer and taking another gulp. He puts the money he owes the bartender on the bar before he turns for the door and follows Gabriel outside. The sun is starting to set and Sam doesn’t feel comfortable being out and about at night when he doesn’t fully remember where he’s been for the past three months. He sighs heavily, and poises himself to exchange questions and answers with the archangel before him.

“It’s… it’s a bit of a long story, Gabe. I was looking for a hotel and somewhere to try and relax enough to call Dean and figure out what’s going on between then and now…” He drags a hand through his hair, the distress finally starting to truly show. He doesn’t know where Dean is or if his brother is okay. He doesn’t know anything except that he’s outside a crappy bar with good beer with an archangel that was supposed to be dead. He exhales shakily, trying to calm himself down, and answers Gabriel’s questions as evenly as he can. “We stopped the Apocalypse, basically… I got stuck in the Cage, though. Dragged Lucifer and Michael in with me… Michael was wearing my little brother Adam. I got dragged out soulless, and that was… a pain in the ass to try and fix. Anyway, meanwhile, Castiel was in the middle of a civil war in Heaven. Him in one corner and Raphael in the other. Apparently Raphael’s a ‘traditionalist’ as Castiel had put it… he wanted to restart the Apocalypse. Long story short— I have a soul and a head full of damaged goods, Castiel used the souls in Puragtory in order to stop Raphael and went kind of apeshit afterwards because of the power and the Leviathans… And now the Leviathans are everywhere and the bullshit continues. Cas is dead, Bobby is dead and I somehow went missing for three months. I don’t remember where I am or how I got here or anything like that, but I am… sore, tired, freaked out, and really, really confused.”

He takes a deep breath, having stopped breathing somewhere in the middle of all that in order to get it all out. He looks at Gabriel miserably, not entirely sure what divulging all of that to Gabriel is actually going to get him. Probably in a world of trouble.