[ ah, sam. she believes this is her sam whose shoulders were made for climbing and stepping on to get through an air vent. the other sam is her sad sam. ]
And there's no really nice handbaskets, either.
[ wanda knows she could've taken her time in replying to sam and really thought up some nice response that would be very big on the fake, but she doesn't want to. since going home and returning, she's been keeping to herself. it seemed safer that way. back home, she only has a handful of friends she's kept on the ghosting speed dial. count yourself lucky, sam. ]
I'm holding up. I went home for a little while, but I'm okay.
Are you okay?
[ does she need to go kick something's ass because she will!!! ]
[Ayy there she is, always a fun one liner. Good call, though. He doesn't want fake. He is a king of fake and it's exhausting. There's so little room for that shit here.]
Well, I've been better but I've been worse too.
Turns out we aren't very good at magic.
What do you mean went home? Do you remember everything from here still?
[ "magic" being mentioned makes her heart race for just a second. it's not a reaction she's ever had before. wanda's reluctantly referred to what she can do as "magic". now, well... now she knows everyone else had been right. ]
I remember. You're Sam, eight feet tall, and you have a brother named Dean who is around three feet tall. I went home for a couple of weeks. I don't know how. One moment, I was here, and the next... I wasn't. I blinked and now I am back.
[That's a story and a half but she doesn't seem to want to give all the gritty details the say Evelyn did so he doesn't press. Home isn't always a good place.]
[ she has a feeling that they had⌠or perhaps they had translated it wrong. she really, really hopes no one is dead. not sam two or dean. if someone is, sam one's being entirely too nonchalant.]
I promised I'd let you know how it went. The answer is not great. We over shot the back in time thing by a few years.
So that's what you missed. How are things on your end?
[Honestly he's just so numb to everything right now it's funny. He's the one who preformed the spell so it's his screw up. But you have to laugh, right? Otherwise he'll pitch himself into the mist forever.
Besides, in a round about way? This isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to him. Sammy seems.. happy. Sam, himself, can't remember the last time he was... genuine. Unadulterated. Hopeful.]
Did you go back in time or did you make him age back in time?
[ it may seem like a weirdly specific question, but considering she's just come from westview and her little stint of tossing everyone through time, she thinks she's reading between the lines correctly.
she'll get back to the other questions later. maybe. ]
[ wanda doesn't let herself type that perhaps deerington will ensure that what had happened in his childhood happens again. it has a funny way of treating people at times. she hopes that for little sam two-point-oh that he ends up having a happy, fulfilling experience with his brothers and older self. he deserves it. ]
Maybe I can help. Only if you wanted to try and bring him back to the age that he was.
I didn't until I went home. I'm a witch. I can apparently do a lot of things.
[ it looks so strange typed out. while wanda hasn't quite gone ahead and acknowledged that verbally just yet, this is the first time she's written it down. it's weird to know that's now her identity. it's strange to finally know what she is.
she has a feeling that, despite her fears and agatha's warning that women like them were never welcome, sam won't be raising a pitchfork. ]
[Historically Sam and his brother don't have a great history with witches but he trusts Wanda. Witch makes sense, as he reads it and considers the implications.
Witches can be many things. And they aren't even from the same world so who know what that really means.
She's had his back pretty solidly here in town and considering Sam's own dabbling in magic and the hex bags in his drawer, the pitchfork stays down.]
You wouldn't be. Honestly it would be nice to have someone competent and sober around. The cabin isn't much but we're safer in numbers and I've got civilians here.
If you aren't needed where you are.
[Plus he kinda gets the feeling that she is alone and he doesn't like it.]
[ "competent." that's the kindest word anyone's ever given her. wanda smiles, shaking her head. ]
I'm not needed where I am.
[ he's rightâshe's alone. while wanda had originally thought that was her best plan, isolate herself away, be less of a chaotic force, it's been lonely. being back in deerington is proving to her how horrible that decision had been. there were people who cared, and those people weren't dead. ]
I won't stay for too long if you have too big of a house. I wouldn't want to cramp the non-sober vibe.
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How are you holding up?
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And there's no really nice handbaskets, either.
[ wanda knows she could've taken her time in replying to sam and really thought up some nice response that would be very big on the fake, but she doesn't want to. since going home and returning, she's been keeping to herself. it seemed safer that way. back home, she only has a handful of friends she's kept on the ghosting speed dial. count yourself lucky, sam. ]
I'm holding up. I went home for a little while, but I'm okay.
Are you okay?
[ does she need to go kick something's ass because she will!!! ]
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Well, I've been better but I've been worse too.
Turns out we aren't very good at magic.
What do you mean went home? Do you remember everything from here still?
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I remember. You're Sam, eight feet tall, and you have a brother named Dean who is around three feet tall. I went home for a couple of weeks. I don't know how. One moment, I was here, and the next... I wasn't. I blinked and now I am back.
What did you do?
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Close enough.
Well remember how we were working on that spell?
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[ she has a feeling that they had⌠or perhaps they had translated it wrong. she really, really hopes no one is dead. not sam two or dean. if someone is, sam one's being entirely too nonchalant.]
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I promised I'd let you know how it went. The answer is not great. We over shot the back in time thing by a few years.
So that's what you missed. How are things on your end?
[Honestly he's just so numb to everything right now it's funny. He's the one who preformed the spell so it's his screw up. But you have to laugh, right? Otherwise he'll pitch himself into the mist forever.
Besides, in a round about way? This isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to him. Sammy seems.. happy. Sam, himself, can't remember the last time he was... genuine. Unadulterated. Hopeful.]
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[ it may seem like a weirdly specific question, but considering she's just come from westview and her little stint of tossing everyone through time, she thinks she's reading between the lines correctly.
she'll get back to the other questions later. maybe. ]
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Aged him back.
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[ is he just twenty? a tall, lanky looking sam two-point-oh? she thinks that'd be cute. a young man, hopefully unburdened.
but the most important question: ]
Is Lucifer gone?
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[One question at a time Wanda, he is but a simple man.]
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That's good. At least he's gone for now.
[ that's a success, samuel. be happy about it! it's not perfect, but it's something. ]
How old is Sam now?
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Nnnngh. NNNNNGH.]
14?
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Wow.
[ she's sorry, she's SORry. please don't feel bad. ]
At least the spell worked.
[ bright side!!!! ]
Are you having any luck trying to undo the deaging part?
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Are you going to let him age and grow up again? Is that the plan now?
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My dad isn't here to scree him up.
[Which is unfair on John in a way and wow Sam thought he'd put those feelings to bed but there they are again w o w rude]
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Maybe I can help. Only if you wanted to try and bring him back to the age that he was.
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I didn't realize that was in your wheelhouse.
I'll talk to him and Dean about it.
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[ it looks so strange typed out. while wanda hasn't quite gone ahead and acknowledged that verbally just yet, this is the first time she's written it down. it's weird to know that's now her identity. it's strange to finally know what she is.
she has a feeling that, despite her fears and agatha's warning that women like them were never welcome, sam won't be raising a pitchfork. ]
Thank you. But I wouldn't want to put anyone out.
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Witches can be many things. And they aren't even from the same world so who know what that really means.
She's had his back pretty solidly here in town and considering Sam's own dabbling in magic and the hex bags in his drawer, the pitchfork stays down.]
You wouldn't be. Honestly it would be nice to have someone competent and sober around. The cabin isn't much but we're safer in numbers and I've got civilians here.
If you aren't needed where you are.
[Plus he kinda gets the feeling that she is alone and he doesn't like it.]
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I'm not needed where I am.
[ he's rightâshe's alone. while wanda had originally thought that was her best plan, isolate herself away, be less of a chaotic force, it's been lonely. being back in deerington is proving to her how horrible that decision had been. there were people who cared, and those people weren't dead. ]
I won't stay for too long if you have too big of a house. I wouldn't want to cramp the non-sober vibe.
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I'd like you here.
I'm waiting on the porch.
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I'll be there. I'll come.
I will see you very soon.
[ and she will. ]