I... ( He can do this, make conversation. ) Cordelia had a job to do. Helping the Winchesters. And she was... I was sent back, along with ( Ugh, Spike. ) someone else, in order to help her and them with -- God.
That would be like if Klaus could rewrite everything. He wanted Elena, so he had her. Or, he pit her against Katherine, just for sport. At a certain point, he got bored of writing and rewriting his story, he became a part of it. And when that wasn't enough, he started rewriting it. Bored, he started destroying his... scripts. The other worlds.
( Things got hairy. )
Cordelia was brought in to help Sam and Dean stop him before everything was wiped of the map.
[Not really. Not truly. But when he has control over your son's free will, it almost as though he's rewriting the story to his benefit, over and over again.]
But I guess that kind of power is just hard to comprehend, no matter how you shake it.
I could be of help if you need it. I work for an organization that specializes in giving people a new purpose - and the direction they need. You could be outfit.
There are people who are displaced or in danger and we relocate them. We would do the same for you, to give you something you want to do - it could be right here because you're not in any danger.
[Kind of? But supernaturally speaking. That is interesting, but she doesn't know if that's in her wheelhouse. Maybe she should see what Liz has planned to do.]
Anyway. I should go check on the food. Please feel free to help yourselves, but I'll leave you two to it.
["Thanks, Carol," Sam nods. As the other woman peels off to maintain her job as hostess, Sam glances to Angel. "Do you think Cordy's found - " His voice trails off as he catches sight of Dickerson wandering their way. "Never mind."]
( Dickerson has been mingling and biding his time, but he's also kept one eye on Sam most of the night. He has questions, questions Dean would probably bring back to Ben. And since his BFF faux pas, he now has other things on his mind. Though, he really should fix that.
"Hi," Dickerson says to Angel, who nods to him. "Dickerson. Ben's friend. Dean's son," he explains. )
Angel.
("And you're Sam," he says, looking at Dean's brother, who looks just like his picture. Maybe more of a receding hairline. He doesn't say that. )
[Sam shifts, taking a sip of his beer before raising an eyebrow. He can tell that there's something Dickerson wants, but he's not quite sure what it is yet.]
Yeah, it's clutch. Lot of people. Not usually Ben's scene. ( And not why he's here. Angel also gets the hint, moving from one foot to the other.
"I should find Cordelia. Let her know I gave my business card out," he says, the lame excuse settling before he leaves them together. ) Does he have a business card minder?
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[That being said, they've strayed from the topic of Dean, but she can pass that curiosity around.]
And how did you wind up connected to all of this?
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[She glances over at Sam and he sighs before nodding in confirmation. "It's ... a really long story, but yeah."
Carol takes another sip of her drink before nodding, eyes wide.]
And here I thought we had problems with Klaus.
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( Things got hairy. )
Cordelia was brought in to help Sam and Dean stop him before everything was wiped of the map.
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[Not really. Not truly. But when he has control over your son's free will, it almost as though he's rewriting the story to his benefit, over and over again.]
But I guess that kind of power is just hard to comprehend, no matter how you shake it.
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( He believes they have nothing left to worry about. He doesn't share that Jack is basically the equivalent of God, now. )
We helped them with the one apocalypse. They've prevented others.
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["It's nice to continue to have one," Sam agrees. "And we haven't had anything that crazy since."]
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( Well. )
And, even then, that's Tuesday. How have you been adjusting back? I don't know Tyler, but, people I trust speak highly of him.
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[She smirks as she takes another sip of her drink.]
I'm just glad to see that Tyler is doing well. That he's found a place in the world and that he's happy.
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It sounds like you have everything you'll need.
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[He deserves to live his own adult life, like he was before she got back.]
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( If it's something she's interested in. )
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[She does like to be useful, but she also wants to stay close to home.]
We'll get through the holidays first, and then we'll see what happens. And I don't want to run off into something where Tyler would worry.
[She's certainly not looking to fight God.]
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There are people who are displaced or in danger and we relocate them. We would do the same for you, to give you something you want to do - it could be right here because you're not in any danger.
( That they know of! )
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[Kind of? But supernaturally speaking. That is interesting, but she doesn't know if that's in her wheelhouse. Maybe she should see what Liz has planned to do.]
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( He's not explaining this right. )
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[Is that what Angel is referring to?]
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( Or, Alexander. )
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For what it's worth, I think you're doing very well.
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( Even if she isn't, Angel doesn't take compliments. Or fashion advice.
Though Cordelia did introduce him to a nice oversized chunky sweater for relaxing. And house shoes. )
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Anyway. I should go check on the food. Please feel free to help yourselves, but I'll leave you two to it.
["Thanks, Carol," Sam nods. As the other woman peels off to maintain her job as hostess, Sam glances to Angel. "Do you think Cordy's found - " His voice trails off as he catches sight of Dickerson wandering their way. "Never mind."]
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( Dickerson has been mingling and biding his time, but he's also kept one eye on Sam most of the night. He has questions, questions Dean would probably bring back to Ben. And since his BFF faux pas, he now has other things on his mind. Though, he really should fix that.
"Hi," Dickerson says to Angel, who nods to him. "Dickerson. Ben's friend. Dean's son," he explains. )
Angel.
( "And you're Sam," he says, looking at Dean's brother, who looks just like his picture. Maybe more of a receding hairline. He doesn't say that. )
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[Sam shifts, taking a sip of his beer before raising an eyebrow. He can tell that there's something Dickerson wants, but he's not quite sure what it is yet.]
Enjoying the party?
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"I should find Cordelia. Let her know I gave my business card out," he says, the lame excuse settling before he leaves them together. ) Does he have a business card minder?
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[Sam shifts back and turns to face Dickerson more as Angel goes.]
This isn't usually our scene either, but Elena's friends were nice enough to host.
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