"Lucifer?" That feels like years ago. Because it was years ago. It's jarring, to realize that Gabe's been here for months but for Sam it's been -
Fuck, no. He's not thinking about this right now. His head is already pounding, thanks, and he doesn't need to add shitty temporal sequencing to the list of problems he already has. If he weren't so goddamn tired he'd feel much more up to engage in that snappy verbal repartee Gabriel seems to prefer, but right now he just needs to figure out how the hell any of this is possible.
"He's gone - in the Cage, like you said. Horsemen rings opened it, I said yes, I jumped in, and, you know." He makes a vaguely downward motion with one hand and shrugs loosely, head going to one side. "But it's been - it's been years since any of that."
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Fuck, no. He's not thinking about this right now. His head is already pounding, thanks, and he doesn't need to add shitty temporal sequencing to the list of problems he already has. If he weren't so goddamn tired he'd feel much more up to engage in that snappy verbal repartee Gabriel seems to prefer, but right now he just needs to figure out how the hell any of this is possible.
"He's gone - in the Cage, like you said. Horsemen rings opened it, I said yes, I jumped in, and, you know." He makes a vaguely downward motion with one hand and shrugs loosely, head going to one side. "But it's been - it's been years since any of that."