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The front door opens, and Andrew Wells -- yes, the regular Andrew Wells -- comes in. It would be nice to say he's missed this place, but the fact is he isn't aware that he's been away.
(Yet.)
A few minutes later he's at the bar, reading a note with a rather puzzled look on his face ( Read more... )
(Yet.)
A few minutes later he's at the bar, reading a note with a rather puzzled look on his face ( Read more... )
You would be too, in his shoes. Leave it.
"Do we need to deal with her to get him? -- Would that even work?"
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"Let me guess. You want to make a deal. Sorry, Sam - that's not going to happen."
"I don't want ten years. I don't want one year. I want to trade places with Dean."
"No."
"Just take me! It's a fair trade!"
"Not going to happen."
"Why not? Lilith wants me dead, we both know it. Just let Dean go, and she can have me."
"Don't you understand, Sam? It's not about your soul. Dean's in hell, right where we want him. You want to kill me? Go ahead. I've made peace with my lord."
"No." Low and defeated. His gaze drops to the table, so that he's not meeting Andrew's eyes.
"It wouldn't."
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Probably when he couldn't find me --
"So we leave her out of it," he says to the table. "Ideally she doesn't even know we're doing this till it's done."
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This has to work. It has to.
"Yeah." Sam looks up at him. "I'll go back now, and hit the road -- I'll come back here as soon as I get to Wyoming -- "
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He meets Sam's eyes.
"I'll be here this time. I promise."
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"Thanks," he whispers.
Sam pushes back his chair and gets to his feet, already turning toward the door as he says,
"I'll be back as soon as I can."
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There's only so many times he can say it before it becomes another annoyance.
"See you then."
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