othercaptjack: (Yes you are all quite insane)
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Jack is not scholarly-minded by nature, but sometimes a little theoretical work is unavoidable, especially for those who use a great deal of cyphers and code and have nasty, suspicious and above all twisty minds (like Jack). His notebook is slowly being filled with number combinations, together with bits and pieces of Thirbite algebra.

(So much easier than the earth variety, provided you have the necessary languages to translate back when you're done.)

Since, however, there's only so much dry data you can take when you are by nature a social creature, he's doing this at a table in the middle of the bar, with the vague hope that someone will interrupt.

He can't be rude enough to ignore anyone, and then he'll have a legitimate excuse to wrap things up for the day.

Date: 2009-07-26 11:57 pm (UTC)
gavemea_45: (haunted)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
The question isn't whether or not the demon used him to hurt anyone while it was running around Milliways in his body.

Sam already knows the answer to that. Unfortunately.

No, the real question now is -- who all got hurt, and how badly?

That's why Sam Winchester's currently sitting in a booth, looking around the room for anyone who might react at seeing him. He's got a Coke instead of a beer, and is being careful to keep both hands in sight.

At the moment, he's watching the guy who's bent over the notebook and who looks a hell of a lot like --


Date: 2009-07-27 12:09 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (small wry smile)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
He blinks, then gives Jack a quick, abashed grin.

"Boy, you're not kidding. He mentioned your name and that you looked alike, but that's some resemblance."

At least it's not like dealing with a shapeshifter. Sam shakes his head, ruefully amused.

"Anyway, hi. Sam Winchester."

Date: 2009-07-27 12:19 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (small wry smile)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"Ouch. I'm guessing that must have been a hell of a shock."

He leans over to meet Jack's hand with his own.

"Same goes."

Date: 2009-07-27 12:31 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (upward glance)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
He jerks reflexively at the unexpected action.

"What the--"

Sam stares at the water dripping from their hands, then looks up at Jack.

A nauseating suspicion is beginning to form.


Date: 2009-07-28 03:41 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (upward glance)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"Might as well be thorough about it."

A beat.

"The former," Sam says, quietly. "It's gone. Sent back to hell where it belongs."

He visibly braces himself, even as he continues to meet Jack's gaze.

"Who was it? You?"

Date: 2009-07-30 03:04 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (haunted)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
He winces, as though he's just received a blow, even as he catches the napkin and begins to dry his hand.

"Is he--"

Not dead; please whatever powers there are, if any, not dead. Then again, if Ianto were dead, he can't imagine this guy would be so relatively calm.

"Did I-- how badly -- "

Date: 2009-08-01 06:03 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (haunted)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"Me?" Sam laughs; it's short, sharp, and bitter. "I'm fine."

Aside from the burn marks on his right arm that he'll carry forever, despite that he still feels filthy and contaminated right down to his soul from the simple fact of having had a demon inside him-- he's not the one who got hurt.

"I'm glad he's okay."

Date: 2009-08-01 07:01 pm (UTC)
gavemea_45: (hm?)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
He glances up at this, and the look Jack gets is a hell of a lot more assessing than it was before, resemblance to Cal or not.

"Sounds almost like you know something about it." Beat. "How do you know Ianto, anyway?"

Another beat, and then,

"I didn't. My brother Dean and our friend Bobby took care of it."

Date: 2009-08-02 05:31 pm (UTC)
gavemea_45: (watch me)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
It would say a lot more if Sam remembered any of the conversation that took place while the demon was driving, but as it is...

"So you, uh, work for that institute too?"

Sam shrugs one shoulder.

"In general, exorcism's pretty much the go-to way to get rid of one that we've found--"

Without using a weapon like the Colt or killing the host, that is.

"-- although sometimes it can be hard to keep it off you until you get through the ritual. Salt helps with that. So does a devil's trap -- seal of Solomon stuff, if you know it?"

Date: 2009-08-02 07:45 pm (UTC)
gavemea_45: (college boy)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
He gives Jack a wry grimace that's probably meant to be a smile.

"Figured you knew that part already. But yeah, holy water too. Hurts 'em, can repel them, that sort of thing."

There's a selection of condiments in a basket at one side of the table. Sam reaches for the saltshaker as he says,

"Dunno how well it'll work in your world, but it's pretty basic stuff, so -- look here." He picks up the saltshaker and unscrews the top, then takes the holy water vial and sets it upright in the middle of the table. Sam pours out a line of salt in a ring around the vial, then looks at Jack.

"It acts like a barrier. Keeps things out."

A beat.

"Keeps them in too, or it can, but it's a lot harder to get something to stand still while you put the ring around it." A small grin. "You have to be sneaky about it. Not to mention fast."

Date: 2009-08-03 01:41 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (watch me)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"Yeah," Sam says. Dryly. "I noticed."

Date: 2009-08-05 02:21 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (watch me)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"I don't know about subtle," he counters, "but sneaky I believe."

Date: 2009-08-16 05:28 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (brothers - flashlights in the dark)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"You guys have an institute," Sam tells him. "We're more independent. It's a family business."

A beat.

"Also, fewer aliens."

Date: 2009-08-17 06:45 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (brothers - wounded but still standing)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"Yeah," he agrees. "We're a team."

Date: 2009-08-18 01:02 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (brothers - nothing's wrong)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45

Except when his demon-possessed hand is holding the gun that shoots his brother in the shoulder.

"I should probably be getting back. Uh, will you tell Ianto -- tell him I'm sorry, okay?"


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