This was entirely way too much to absorb at once, and Sam found himself just peering right back at the man as he tried to disentangle the mess of information. Where was he even supposed to start? Thing was, he was getting answers, but not the ones he wanted or needed. The more their guest tried to explain himself, the more the questions piled up.
That he'd seen him before as a visitor, he dismissed for the time being. Something to figure out later. It made sense that the guy would've had no idea his clone had been around, that the two things were only indirectly connected; the way Peter had talked about it, it didn't sound as if Nathan remembered having been here once, either. Memory wiping was apparently a common occurrence.
Funny, how he'd reacted to the name, though. Or was it the circumstances in general? Did the name Michael mean something to him or the fact that there could be a doppelganger of him out there? Both?
Oh God, okay. That could wait for later, too.
Admittedly, what had Sam's attention the most was that the man claimed he could sense they were from the past. How did that even—? Honestly, Sam hadn't even had the chance to question how the man had known because his instinct was to assume the guy had just put two and two together. It was only thinking about it now that the man's sheer lack of any surprise became...troubling. Or no, that wasn't quite it. It was clear the man hadn't expected them to not know him, but when he'd realized, it was as if the answer made sense to him, as though in his mind, it was something that could easily happen.
And especially with what he said next about capabilities, like it was supposed to be obvious he wasn't human at all—
Which, true, that did explain a couple of things. Though Sam was still a little confused because most of the supernatural creatures they came across actually blended in extremely well. Survival tactics and all that. If they all stood out as much as this man did, a lot of hunters could retire early. He knew he should've been more concerned about what this man was, too, but given where they were, the whole I'm-not-quite-human thing had lost its luster. He was well aware they were surrounded by everything from a cannibal to probably a vampire or two, and these days, that just felt like the norm. The man wasn't jumping up to throttle Dean by the neck and although his staring was kinda creepy, it didn't look like the staring of something that was feeling extra hungry. That was good enough for Sam.
He sighed. "Okay, well, uh. Can we at least get a name and...what you are?"
Another demigod, maybe? There'd been Skuld, after all. It would explain his hints about how powerful he was and how he could tell when they were from. He wasn't sure if he believed they'd made friends with a demigod back home because—seriously, they just didn't have good experiences with demigods. And it definitely still didn't explain how the man was acting as if he knew Dean personally, but if he was a god, it was possible he...simply did, somehow. Who the hell knew, maybe he traveled back in time and had a drink with Dean. At this point, Sam was open to any kind of explanation that made some sort of remote sense.
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That he'd seen him before as a visitor, he dismissed for the time being. Something to figure out later. It made sense that the guy would've had no idea his clone had been around, that the two things were only indirectly connected; the way Peter had talked about it, it didn't sound as if Nathan remembered having been here once, either. Memory wiping was apparently a common occurrence.
Funny, how he'd reacted to the name, though. Or was it the circumstances in general? Did the name Michael mean something to him or the fact that there could be a doppelganger of him out there? Both?
Oh God, okay. That could wait for later, too.
Admittedly, what had Sam's attention the most was that the man claimed he could sense they were from the past. How did that even—? Honestly, Sam hadn't even had the chance to question how the man had known because his instinct was to assume the guy had just put two and two together. It was only thinking about it now that the man's sheer lack of any surprise became...troubling. Or no, that wasn't quite it. It was clear the man hadn't expected them to not know him, but when he'd realized, it was as if the answer made sense to him, as though in his mind, it was something that could easily happen.
And especially with what he said next about capabilities, like it was supposed to be obvious he wasn't human at all—
Which, true, that did explain a couple of things. Though Sam was still a little confused because most of the supernatural creatures they came across actually blended in extremely well. Survival tactics and all that. If they all stood out as much as this man did, a lot of hunters could retire early. He knew he should've been more concerned about what this man was, too, but given where they were, the whole I'm-not-quite-human thing had lost its luster. He was well aware they were surrounded by everything from a cannibal to probably a vampire or two, and these days, that just felt like the norm. The man wasn't jumping up to throttle Dean by the neck and although his staring was kinda creepy, it didn't look like the staring of something that was feeling extra hungry. That was good enough for Sam.
He sighed. "Okay, well, uh. Can we at least get a name and...what you are?"
Another demigod, maybe? There'd been Skuld, after all. It would explain his hints about how powerful he was and how he could tell when they were from. He wasn't sure if he believed they'd made friends with a demigod back home because—seriously, they just didn't have good experiences with demigods. And it definitely still didn't explain how the man was acting as if he knew Dean personally, but if he was a god, it was possible he...simply did, somehow. Who the hell knew, maybe he traveled back in time and had a drink with Dean. At this point, Sam was open to any kind of explanation that made some sort of remote sense.