Sam had known she'd be interested—how could she not? He wasn't kidding himself about what she was investing in when it came to him; she sure as hell hadn't shown up at his doorstep for companionship—but something about her reaction still took him by surprise a bit. Maybe because he'd spent so long tiptoeing around Dean with this crap that he hadn't gotten used to actually talking about his abilities without feeling as though he were confessing to something strictly taboo. Dean was okay with it for now, but he knew he'd never accept it, not really. Not the way Ruby did.
He shouldn't be thinking about it.
"I wouldn't go that far," he said. "I'm pretty sure that demon was dumped in there specifically for me. Whatever's capping me off was probably just momentarily lifted. But yeah, you're right. It can be lifted, so..."
So they just had to lift it. Easy enough to say. Not so much in practice. Whether the curse, as Ruby put it, was placed over the institute or the entire dimension as a whole (was that possible? He wouldn't put it past them at this point), the concept of breaking it remained the same. Though with the amount of bad blood between some of the patients here, he had a feeling throwing everything back to normal was gonna result in some major chaos, but that. What. Wasn't his problem? He hated to acknowledge it, but the thought was there. It was only his problem insofar as it affected Dean and...Peter, yeah. People he'd come to call friends. But even then, it was a risk he was willing to take if it meant bringing Dean back.
As for the angels. He had to admit, he wasn't sure where Ruby stood on there with them, but if she was willing to put up with them, as it sounded, to do what they needed to, then that was good enough for him. He knew a large part of it was because she knew Dean was a package deal—but it didn't matter. As long as they were on the same page. He was hard pressed on help right now and he did appreciate that at least with Ruby, getting her on his side wasn't like pulling teeth.
He guessed that was one more reason to keep the shaky truce with the angels. Unspoken truce in Castiel's case, but one nonetheless. In case they needed them, in case the power switch came back on. He couldn't see it being a good idea to stir crap up with them only to be screwed over later on.
Which was something he was about to bring up with Ruby when she spoke up again. In hindsight, it wasn't unexpected at all that her mind had jumped there, but it hadn't occurred to him just then. He shook his head. God, the thought alone...it'd been sheer freaking luck that Peter had been with him that night.
Yeah. No encouragement necessary. He was doing just fine hiding shit from Dean on his own, apparently.
"Dean's still in the dark, believe me. I was with my roommate, actually." He hadn't wanted to drag Peter into this, but he couldn't keep Peter out of their conversations forever. "He's...kind of like me. But, uh, not. It's complicated. He says he has abilities, too, but the way he describes them doesn't match up. And his birth year definitely doesn't line up with Azazel's generation batches."
It was possible for Yellow-Eyes to break the pattern, but he doubted it. That many kids, all of them sticking to the same schedule? Combined with Landel's earlier outburst of altverses, he was more inclined to believe that Peter's powers had nothing to do with demons, or at least not demons in the way that Sam knew them.
Oh. Right. Jesus, he'd almost forgotten. Talk about having too much on his mind.
"By the way—you weren't in the Sun Room earlier, were you?"
She hadn't been, he was fairly certain, since he would've remembered seeing her, but it was as good a way to segue into the next topic as any.
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He shouldn't be thinking about it.
"I wouldn't go that far," he said. "I'm pretty sure that demon was dumped in there specifically for me. Whatever's capping me off was probably just momentarily lifted. But yeah, you're right. It can be lifted, so..."
So they just had to lift it. Easy enough to say. Not so much in practice. Whether the curse, as Ruby put it, was placed over the institute or the entire dimension as a whole (was that possible? He wouldn't put it past them at this point), the concept of breaking it remained the same. Though with the amount of bad blood between some of the patients here, he had a feeling throwing everything back to normal was gonna result in some major chaos, but that. What. Wasn't his problem? He hated to acknowledge it, but the thought was there. It was only his problem insofar as it affected Dean and...Peter, yeah. People he'd come to call friends. But even then, it was a risk he was willing to take if it meant bringing Dean back.
As for the angels. He had to admit, he wasn't sure where Ruby stood on there with them, but if she was willing to put up with them, as it sounded, to do what they needed to, then that was good enough for him. He knew a large part of it was because she knew Dean was a package deal—but it didn't matter. As long as they were on the same page. He was hard pressed on help right now and he did appreciate that at least with Ruby, getting her on his side wasn't like pulling teeth.
He guessed that was one more reason to keep the shaky truce with the angels. Unspoken truce in Castiel's case, but one nonetheless. In case they needed them, in case the power switch came back on. He couldn't see it being a good idea to stir crap up with them only to be screwed over later on.
Which was something he was about to bring up with Ruby when she spoke up again. In hindsight, it wasn't unexpected at all that her mind had jumped there, but it hadn't occurred to him just then. He shook his head. God, the thought alone...it'd been sheer freaking luck that Peter had been with him that night.
Yeah. No encouragement necessary. He was doing just fine hiding shit from Dean on his own, apparently.
"Dean's still in the dark, believe me. I was with my roommate, actually." He hadn't wanted to drag Peter into this, but he couldn't keep Peter out of their conversations forever. "He's...kind of like me. But, uh, not. It's complicated. He says he has abilities, too, but the way he describes them doesn't match up. And his birth year definitely doesn't line up with Azazel's generation batches."
It was possible for Yellow-Eyes to break the pattern, but he doubted it. That many kids, all of them sticking to the same schedule? Combined with Landel's earlier outburst of altverses, he was more inclined to believe that Peter's powers had nothing to do with demons, or at least not demons in the way that Sam knew them.
Oh. Right. Jesus, he'd almost forgotten. Talk about having too much on his mind.
"By the way—you weren't in the Sun Room earlier, were you?"
She hadn't been, he was fairly certain, since he would've remembered seeing her, but it was as good a way to segue into the next topic as any.