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[strongeralone]

Status report: what the hell happened here in the last month? Casualties? What's the extent of the damage? Any retaliation missions planned?

[someone's definitely ready to go out and kick some UE butt for bombing his children. Oh and you other people.]

Missions. How many of you were sent on them, what were they, and with how many people?

[screened AWAY from the Winchester boys]

Is there a sketch artist on this network?

[screened to Nicki Meg]

Alive? Did he do anything?

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[private/voice]

[roadkills]

[Sam takes a breath, his voice finally softer.]

Four months. To bring me back from the dead.

Dad, we don't know how much time we've got here, or what we're going to face. We really need to sit down and talk this thing through, all of us.

[His tone is pleading for reason over action. Because he knows which one of those two his father is more likely to choose where family and the supernatural are involved.]

[private/voice]

[strongeralone]

[Yes. They need to talk. There's so much he doesn't know. But right now all he can think of are the screams of his oldest son as Alastair tears into his soul. He gulps down the heartbreak and the tears.]

Yes. Tomorrow, all of us. Clear your morning. You boys have a lot of explaining to do.

[Today, he needs to see Dean.]