voice;

[paterelohim]

[With how much Chuck loves doing video post, the fact that he's sticking to voice should be the first red flag. The choked tone in his voice is another.]

Fred- Winifred Burkle. Has anyone seen her?

Her NV's offline, she isn't answering it.

[There's a long, sunken silence.]

I think... she's gone.

I want to say she'll probably be back, but I just don't know- I haven't seen it yet. God, what's the point of seeing the future if it doesn't help?

Anyway, I just- thought everyone who knows her should know. She's out.

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voice;

[upstairsbrain]

Chuck-- [ Have a studying look, and a bonafide Sam frown. ]

... I'm sorry. Need some company?

voice;

[paterelohim]

[He can practically see the frown in Sam's voice. They're easier to read than books, those Winchesters.]

I wouldn't mind. I dunno, maybe tomorrow. I'm supposed to be on the clock.

voice;

[upstairsbrain]

[ Truer words have never been spoken. ]

Alright. Just let me know, okay?

voice;

[paterelohim]

Yeah. [A little faintly.] I'll do that.

Sam-

Thanks, man.

voice;

[upstairsbrain]

'Course. [ Chuck's done the same for him, and they're... friends, right? ] Take it easy.