Sam acknowledged what she said with a slight nod, but he let any further discussion of it drop. He knew how she felt about Dean and frankly, he didn't begrudge her. He didn't like it, but it wasn't like he'd ever expected any different. She was a demon and Dean hadn't once given her the time of day, not even long enough for Sam to get some damn answers out of her barely thirty hours before the clock was going to strike midnight. So...yeah, he couldn't say he wanted them to be the best of friends. She was agreeing to help him get his brother out and she was willing to be civil. That was about the most he could ask for.
He moved around her to perch on the edge of the desk. "It came up. He saw me beeline for you and he wanted to know why since, uh, something happened the night before. Something I needed to talk to him about before you showed. Actually," he added with some hesitation, "I wanted to tell you that, too. "There was this—incident across the institute, something preying on the subconscious. Anyway, the short of it is, he...knows I have demon blood. As of yesterday afternoon. I had to give him something." He frowned, more at himself than at Ruby. "And he's dealing, so it won't be a problem."
He couldn't quite tell how Ruby would take this news, but what was done was done and honestly, the confession had gotten Dean off his back for the first time in...weeks, it felt like. And Sam had to admit, it made him breathe easier to know that Dean was okay with that giant bombshell. He knew it didn't change anything; there was still a crapload of stuff he hadn't told his brother. But a part of him felt a little less guilty, anyway.
Besides, as far as confessions went, that had been the most practical option. There was no way he could tell Dean about willingly using his powers, and he was glad his shadow hadn't gone down that road. At least the demon blood was something he couldn't help.
"Anyway, at least one patient's known Dean before he even remembers being here, as well, so he's not gonna hold you being version 2.0 against you. Someone might've tampered with him, too."
Or Dean, entirely. Dean as a whole? How many were there, if this altverse stuff was happening? The thought of there being alternate copies of Dean somewhere out there, throughout the various threads of time, was crazy, but it was all too possible.
Had this been in the journal he'd given Ruby, by the way? He could've sworn he'd written it down, but at this point, there was way too much information to keep track of that he'd let himself be more disorganized than he normally would've. It hadn't been necessary to record every little thing down, anyway, until Ruby came back and needed catching up. The journal was more to keep some semblance of order to what was going on, keep him busy when he needed to be kept busy; it wasn't really about him being worried he'd forget. He'd always had a good memory.
Plus, the details of this place weren't things you could forget that easily.
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Sam acknowledged what she said with a slight nod, but he let any further discussion of it drop. He knew how she felt about Dean and frankly, he didn't begrudge her. He didn't like it, but it wasn't like he'd ever expected any different. She was a demon and Dean hadn't once given her the time of day, not even long enough for Sam to get some damn answers out of her barely thirty hours before the clock was going to strike midnight. So...yeah, he couldn't say he wanted them to be the best of friends. She was agreeing to help him get his brother out and she was willing to be civil. That was about the most he could ask for.
He moved around her to perch on the edge of the desk. "It came up. He saw me beeline for you and he wanted to know why since, uh, something happened the night before. Something I needed to talk to him about before you showed. Actually," he added with some hesitation, "I wanted to tell you that, too. "There was this—incident across the institute, something preying on the subconscious. Anyway, the short of it is, he...knows I have demon blood. As of yesterday afternoon. I had to give him something." He frowned, more at himself than at Ruby. "And he's dealing, so it won't be a problem."
He couldn't quite tell how Ruby would take this news, but what was done was done and honestly, the confession had gotten Dean off his back for the first time in...weeks, it felt like. And Sam had to admit, it made him breathe easier to know that Dean was okay with that giant bombshell. He knew it didn't change anything; there was still a crapload of stuff he hadn't told his brother. But a part of him felt a little less guilty, anyway.
Besides, as far as confessions went, that had been the most practical option. There was no way he could tell Dean about willingly using his powers, and he was glad his shadow hadn't gone down that road. At least the demon blood was something he couldn't help.
"Anyway, at least one patient's known Dean before he even remembers being here, as well, so he's not gonna hold you being version 2.0 against you. Someone might've tampered with him, too."
Or Dean, entirely. Dean as a whole? How many were there, if this altverse stuff was happening? The thought of there being alternate copies of Dean somewhere out there, throughout the various threads of time, was crazy, but it was all too possible.
Had this been in the journal he'd given Ruby, by the way? He could've sworn he'd written it down, but at this point, there was way too much information to keep track of that he'd let himself be more disorganized than he normally would've. It hadn't been necessary to record every little thing down, anyway, until Ruby came back and needed catching up. The journal was more to keep some semblance of order to what was going on, keep him busy when he needed to be kept busy; it wasn't really about him being worried he'd forget. He'd always had a good memory.
Plus, the details of this place weren't things you could forget that easily.