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[Chuck looks, in a word, busted. His face is tense and stressed, gelled hair messy from the wind. When he backs away from the NV it's obvious that he's posting from the top of a cliff, and seemingly hasn't noticed that it's almost time for evening sirens. He looks down solemnly, unsure how to make his announcement.]

As of Wednesday, Anna Milton is dead. [He killed her. His hands twist his shirt nervously.] If you were in Sector Four that day and saw a weird flash of bright white light- that was her.

[The smallest tense sigh.]

She's gone, and if there's any mercy left here, she won't come back the way she was. Fred hasn't come back, either, and they're far from the only ones.

[He takes a deep breath and then, a little unusually for him, looks up and right into the camera, silhouetted by the last rays of sunset.]

And there's something I think I need to say. A lot of people wonder what the point is to being here- between this much loss, so many comings and goings, and the constant knowledge that going home means forgetting the Port, you wonder if there's even a point to being here- to trying. Why does it matter, you think, if nothing here changes what happens at home.

[Chuck is making a speech here, but it has an almost pleading note. It's as genuine as it is personal.]

But if you've been here for more than a week, if you've met a single other person here and told them your name, then you've done something. If you've made a friend here or an enemy or looked someone in the eye and told them a truth you didn't think you knew, then you've done something. Maybe the epiphany you had or the feelings you expressed don't last when you go home, but the person you connected with- they'll remember. Even if you vanish tomorrow, you left a mark behind.

I lost people this week who are really important to me- one person from home who needed a second chance, and an amazing woman from a world I'll never get to see. If she comes back she might not know me- I'll never see that version of her again. That doesn't invalidate the year she spent here. It happened, and it matters, partly because she made a difference to everyone she met. She wasn't afraid to really live here.

[He falls silent for a moment, looking out over the cliff-side at the setting sun. It's getting hard to see him now in the twilight.]

Everyone you meet here is in the same boat you are. If you keep losing people here or you learn things about your future you wish you didn't know... Whether you're getting a second chance or if you're someone else's second chance- whatever the case may be, you owe it to the people around you and to yourself to try and do something with it.

Because even if you get sent home and you forget, the one thing you will never be... is forgotten.

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It wasn't her. That thing- it wasn't even close to being her. She's better off out of her misery.

[Strong feelings for someone who met her here.]

Since when do you get all choked up about the angels? Last time I saw you back home you were hell bent to get 'em off your shoulder.

Dean... you weren't the only people whose stories I told. I had so many people basically living in my head, so many lives I knew inside and out-

[He shakes his head.]

There's a difference between having them torch your living room and kill your friends versus living here with them and watching them suffer and fall into the same fucking patterns over and over again. It's been over a year, I mean... they're my friends.

[His friends. What a bizarre concept- being friends with the angels, his children, the ones he vowed never to intercede with again. And they are his friends, which will hurt if- when He reveals the truth.

Because he has to. Of course he does.

Chuck pulls a flask out of his jacket and takes a drink.]

Edited 2012-08-12 08:14 (UTC)

You're right. Anna deserves better. I can't speak for any of 'em, not even Cas anymore... but she shouldn't have to go through it again.

None of them should.

[Softly.]

At least you two make it out alive. Together.

I don't know about none of 'em.

[Dean heard that.]

That's comforting. You make it sound like everyone else took a header.

Edited 2012-08-12 15:02 (UTC)

Pretty much. Cas, Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, Gabriel, Anna, Adam, Ellen, Jo...

Edited 2012-08-12 15:21 (UTC)

None of 'em made it?

[Dean's heart sinks into his stomach.]

What about Sam and Bobby?

Sam goes down with Lucifer in the end. That's what happens to Adam, too. They aren't dead, neither is Michael, but even two years later- he's still trapped in the Cage.

Sam made it out, but it was bad. I mean, really bad. His soul was down there for a year and a half.

His soul was down there?

[Yeah, shock is written all over Dean's face and his protective instinct kicks in hard and fast. Adam's forgotten in the process.]

Yeah. Cas and Death bring him back.

[He sees it, and it irritates him enough to make him snap his fingers at the camera.]

Hey! Adam never came back.

So I've got one brother roasting and another that's a freak show.

[Dean rubs a tired hand across his face.]

Awesome.

"Freak show"? Really? You can't do better than that?

Death put up a wall. In his head. You know, to keep the damage and the memories out. It gets pretty bad- Sam was walking around for over a year without a soul.

[This is why you don't ask questions, Dean.]

That's puttin' it lightly.

[He and Sam aren't really buddy buddy right now. :(]

Why am I workin' with Death? And who pulled him out of the pit in pieces?

Cas. He brute-forced the Cage door open when Raphael couldn't even come close. The fact that he even got the body out- was a miracle.

[Said with all the awe that statement deserves. Cas you roided monster.]

You're working with Death because otherwise, the memories of Hell would turn him into a drooling, tortured vegetable. He did you a favor.

Okay.

[No wonder Sam was so messed up from before. Dean tries to take all of it with a grain of salt but it hits him heavier than he planned.]

That still doesn't explain why Adam's down there too. He's been dead for a while. Ghouls.

The angels brought him back when you wouldn't say yes.

You've gotta be friggin' kiddin' me.

I wish I was. You were pulled a hundred different ways and in trying to do everything and save everyone, Adam just... he fell through the cracks.

Sonuvabitch.

[CLICK. This call cannot be completed as dialed. Please hang up or dial someone that isn't brooding.]

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