001 ☣ [video] ☣ i'm just a student of the game that they taught me [sat. morning post-sirens]
[ The feed comes up just in time to catch Sam yelling something indiscernible, though clearly unpleasant, after the Greeter that just met him. The guy explained everything, but the hulking mass of Winchester is inebriated enough that he's just... past the point of caring. He was in the middle of something when the Core pulled him. In the background, those who are familiar with the port will recognize the interior of Tower Apartments. The poor Greeter did manage to get Sam to stumble along, following him to the destination he actually needed.
He isn't any happier to be inside than he was to be outside, and he's... pretty much just angry at the whole world right now. ]
No. No. I can't - [ So the liquor has started to wear off a little bit, but... not much. Really. ] - I gotta get back. Gotta... talk to that guy. I was in the middle of something - come on! Send me back already. Have t'... save him. [ Buzz slowly subsiding or not, Sam's speech is still... a bit slurred. ]
[ Yelling after the long-gone Greeter. Again. ... Actually, pretty much yelling at... nobody. That is, of course, unless some poor soul happens to be in his path. ] Screw you, man! I gotta get home!
[ The narration apologizes for his... horrible drunkenness. He's really upset because he was in the middle of a summoning ritual to get this crossroads demon to get him to switch places with his brother, or to hand Lilith over, or... Anything he could get the damn demon to do for him to help save his brother from Hell, really. The stupid Port had to call him right out of that and now he's drunk and convinced that Dean will never get out of hell. 8(
In a more defeated, almost pouty tone...]
And it's cold.
He isn't any happier to be inside than he was to be outside, and he's... pretty much just angry at the whole world right now. ]
No. No. I can't - [ So the liquor has started to wear off a little bit, but... not much. Really. ] - I gotta get back. Gotta... talk to that guy. I was in the middle of something - come on! Send me back already. Have t'... save him. [ Buzz slowly subsiding or not, Sam's speech is still... a bit slurred. ]
[ Yelling after the long-gone Greeter. Again. ... Actually, pretty much yelling at... nobody. That is, of course, unless some poor soul happens to be in his path. ] Screw you, man! I gotta get home!
[ The narration apologizes for his... horrible drunkenness. He's really upset because he was in the middle of a summoning ritual to get this crossroads demon to get him to switch places with his brother, or to hand Lilith over, or... Anything he could get the damn demon to do for him to help save his brother from Hell, really. The stupid Port had to call him right out of that and now he's drunk and convinced that Dean will never get out of hell. 8(
In a more defeated, almost pouty tone...]
And it's cold.