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[After this.]
Sam doesn't realize everything that happens in the moment when the Trickster's fingers meet. He can't feel it when space and time both stretch like a rubber band between Milliways and the world he knows for one impossible instant, sending odd ripples both forward and backward along his time stream before something snaps and everything falls into place as the seconds begin to tick forward evenly again in both locations.
All he hears is a familiar sound.
-click-
"--gotta get back in time--"
His eyes fly open and he sits straight up in bed as Dean looks at him in surprise.
"You gonna sleep all day?"
Sam stares at him for only a second before bolting across the room to envelop his brother in a hug.
Startled, Dean nevertheless hugs him back. "Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?"
Sam swallows.
"Enough."
He doesn't even come close to relaxing until they leave Broward, Florida, and the sign recedes in the mirror behind them.
Sam doesn't realize everything that happens in the moment when the Trickster's fingers meet. He can't feel it when space and time both stretch like a rubber band between Milliways and the world he knows for one impossible instant, sending odd ripples both forward and backward along his time stream before something snaps and everything falls into place as the seconds begin to tick forward evenly again in both locations.
All he hears is a familiar sound.
-click-
"--gotta get back in time--"
His eyes fly open and he sits straight up in bed as Dean looks at him in surprise.
"You gonna sleep all day?"
Sam stares at him for only a second before bolting across the room to envelop his brother in a hug.
Startled, Dean nevertheless hugs him back. "Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?"
Sam swallows.
"Enough."
He doesn't even come close to relaxing until they leave Broward, Florida, and the sign recedes in the mirror behind them.