For a brief moment, Sam felt like he was being oddly paranoid and he wasn't sure where all of his concerns were even coming from. It was just, these past few weeks, it felt like everything could go wrong way too easily.
He shook his head, dismissing his earlier concern. "He won't mind talking to you. Just tell him you're a friend of mine."
Peter seemed just as okay with talking to strangers about his abilities (or at least mentioning that he had them), but his roommate would probably be willing to delve into it a little more detail if he knew that Ruby was a friend. Friend. Talk about an oversimplification of their relationship. But it was the easiest one to give. A part of him wondered if he should be asking Peter instead, but Ruby was right: he didn't know as much about his abilities which was partially his fault. He hadn't wanted to know. As if he could bury it all and make it go away. It was ridiculous, he knew. He should get over it.
"A few people I've spoken to couldn't do it, either," he went on. Or, well, conversed with on the board, anyway. Awhile ago, but still. He frowned, thinking. He hadn't considered the technology here since then. "It's weird—the system doesn't even look that advanced, but the entire thing was on lockdown. Couldn't even start to locate a back door. Ditto for one of the doctor's computers. But, uh—see what you can do, I guess. It's worth a look."
He wasn't hopeful, but he wasn't going to be pessimistic about it. If she could find someone willing to do it, who could break through further than he had—well, they could use the help, that was for sure. As good as he was with this stuff, it wasn't his area of expertise. He'd picked it up because it was a handy skill, and because his brother barely had the patience to sit still for ten seconds, never mind for a couple of hours in front of a screen.
Besides, there was something to be said for being able to hack into his brother's Busty Asian Beauties account every time Dean froze his laptop up.
Sam propped a foot up against the closet door, but otherwise let Ruby talk without interrupting. He needed the time to think, anyway, so the longer he had before he needed to give her some kind of answer, the better. She wasn't saying anything he hadn't already thought about, but having it laid flat out in front of him like that made it just that much more tangible. That much more like something he had to make a decision on.
He leaned his head back. God. A part of him knew there was no point in going halfway, that he might as well go for it and not do it at all, and the idea of not doing it at all wasn't an option given what was going on. This wasn't about Lilith anymore, it wasn't even about him. It was about Dean—which both did and didn't make taking that step harder. He knew full well what his brother wanted him to be, but Dean didn't really know him, did he?
"It's not all gone for me, either," he began. "I can reach for it, it just—takes more out of me." He bit his lip. "Look, I know, okay? Just—give me some time. A day or two. Dean already thinks I'm up to something. I can't have him getting any more suspicious than he already is."
Shit, that was as good as an agreement, wasn't it? Better than a maybe. What was he even thinking? He needed more time, but he knew Ruby would say they didn't have more time, and she would be right. They didn't. Though there was no guarantee this would work—and if it didn't, they could stop. If it did...if it did, then he might actually be able to do something for Dean. Lelouch had been proof enough that not all of the patients with abilities were like Peter or Wally. Throw in the monsters, the angels—he couldn't really justify sitting on this any longer when he had a choice not to.
He looked at her. "You really think it's gonna work well enough to be any use, even in here."
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For a brief moment, Sam felt like he was being oddly paranoid and he wasn't sure where all of his concerns were even coming from. It was just, these past few weeks, it felt like everything could go wrong way too easily.
He shook his head, dismissing his earlier concern. "He won't mind talking to you. Just tell him you're a friend of mine."
Peter seemed just as okay with talking to strangers about his abilities (or at least mentioning that he had them), but his roommate would probably be willing to delve into it a little more detail if he knew that Ruby was a friend. Friend. Talk about an oversimplification of their relationship. But it was the easiest one to give. A part of him wondered if he should be asking Peter instead, but Ruby was right: he didn't know as much about his abilities which was partially his fault. He hadn't wanted to know. As if he could bury it all and make it go away. It was ridiculous, he knew. He should get over it.
"A few people I've spoken to couldn't do it, either," he went on. Or, well, conversed with on the board, anyway. Awhile ago, but still. He frowned, thinking. He hadn't considered the technology here since then. "It's weird—the system doesn't even look that advanced, but the entire thing was on lockdown. Couldn't even start to locate a back door. Ditto for one of the doctor's computers. But, uh—see what you can do, I guess. It's worth a look."
He wasn't hopeful, but he wasn't going to be pessimistic about it. If she could find someone willing to do it, who could break through further than he had—well, they could use the help, that was for sure. As good as he was with this stuff, it wasn't his area of expertise. He'd picked it up because it was a handy skill, and because his brother barely had the patience to sit still for ten seconds, never mind for a couple of hours in front of a screen.
Besides, there was something to be said for being able to hack into his brother's Busty Asian Beauties account every time Dean froze his laptop up.
Sam propped a foot up against the closet door, but otherwise let Ruby talk without interrupting. He needed the time to think, anyway, so the longer he had before he needed to give her some kind of answer, the better. She wasn't saying anything he hadn't already thought about, but having it laid flat out in front of him like that made it just that much more tangible. That much more like something he had to make a decision on.
He leaned his head back. God. A part of him knew there was no point in going halfway, that he might as well go for it and not do it at all, and the idea of not doing it at all wasn't an option given what was going on. This wasn't about Lilith anymore, it wasn't even about him. It was about Dean—which both did and didn't make taking that step harder. He knew full well what his brother wanted him to be, but Dean didn't really know him, did he?
"It's not all gone for me, either," he began. "I can reach for it, it just—takes more out of me." He bit his lip. "Look, I know, okay? Just—give me some time. A day or two. Dean already thinks I'm up to something. I can't have him getting any more suspicious than he already is."
Shit, that was as good as an agreement, wasn't it? Better than a maybe. What was he even thinking? He needed more time, but he knew Ruby would say they didn't have more time, and she would be right. They didn't. Though there was no guarantee this would work—and if it didn't, they could stop. If it did...if it did, then he might actually be able to do something for Dean. Lelouch had been proof enough that not all of the patients with abilities were like Peter or Wally. Throw in the monsters, the angels—he couldn't really justify sitting on this any longer when he had a choice not to.
He looked at her. "You really think it's gonna work well enough to be any use, even in here."