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[Sam nods, biting his lip. Orpheus is right. It would make the place safer, and so it all makes sense, him wanting to do whatever he could to help out. Sam just honestly... appreciates the thought of it most of all. Years ago, he'd been in desperate need of help. It's good to finally know it's there. For not just giving up on him.

Maybe he's not a lost cause like he thought he was years ago. Months ago.]

I think we've got it figured out.

We'd been working on a spell — I had actually been translating it when, uh... when I started feeling my control slip. But now, it's almost done. And once we can perform it, it should get rid of Lucifer... in theory.

In theory. [ Orpheus parrots. ] Is it just for banishing him? Or is there some kind of price?

[ Medea's magic always seemed to have some toll that needed to be paid to use it. Usually a bloody one. For something big enough to send a creature powerful enough to kill gods away, he imagines there would have to be some cost. ]

... There could be a price, yeah. If the safeguards fail, there could be a rebound of energy. I can't say for sure it's exactly safe for me, but at this point... I would rather make the jump than wait for Lucifer to get strong enough to take over again.

[Besides, Sam thinks he's a very minor sacrifice in the grand scheme of things.

It's all the self-hate. Really makes him fine with jumping into a pit, metaphorical or literal.]

It's at least self-contained. Whatever happens, it's a small enough scale that it won't impact the rest of the town.

[ Orpheus frowns to himself, thinking that over. He doesn't like this. ]

You shouldn't have to suffer even more for something that was forced on you by the Fates, [ he says, quietly. ] I guess I understand, if you're running out of time to find a better solution. But I'm sorry. You don't deserve any of this.

[ He wishes he had some way of making it easier, but all he has is words and that never seems to feel like enough here in this place. ]

I don't think there's anything I can do to help with that. I'm not a sorcerer. But, let me know when it's done? So I know you're okay, so I can help you if you're not.

[Sam lets out a shaky breath, but the smile he offers is more genuine.]

... Thanks, Orpheus. You're a good guy; probably too good, for a place like this.

I'll try to let you know. I might not, um... remember we've met, though. If this all works, the spell should send me back to a time before Lucifer possessed me. My memories of Deerington'll probably be wiped clean.

But if you'd like... after this, when it's all said and done, I could — probably use the friends.

[He was in a really... really bad way, before Lucifer possessed him.

Worse than now, if anyone could believe it. Maybe it was extremely believable, honestly.]

I don't think it matters how good or bad any of us are, if that's even a useful way to think about it in the first place. We're just here, and we have to do our best.

[ But he listens to Sam's explanation carefully, frowning a little and nodding along. ]

That sounds like it'll be kind of difficult. [ Both in the doing of it - messing with time is insanely powerful magic, as far as Orpheus is concerned - and in the consequences. ] You have people who will be around to help you afterwards, when you don't remember what happened, right? Either way, I'd be happy to be be your friend.

[He smiles sadly.]

I do have people. Family.

... I definitely couldn't do this without my brother around.

[Which... learning about the alternate universe... makes it sure sound like that was where they had messed up in the first place. Fighting the devil by yourself? It just... doesn't work, does it? There or here.]

I appreciate it. This place, even with it's dark spots... it's given me a lot more to live for.

That matters a lot.

Oh! That's good, I'm glad you've got someone like that here for you.

[ He's... maybe a little envious, though not in a resentful kind of way. It isn't that he doesn't have very close friends here himself, or that he doesn't appreciate his cousins who are here, but it would be nice to have a familiar face around. He thinks about that for a brief moment before shaking it off. ]

This place is... bad, a lot of the time, but in a way it's really good at making you remember the things that are important to you. I'm kind of grateful for that? Even if it sounds weird.

... It's not weird at all.

That's how life was back home for me, too. A lot of bad, but it — did remind me about what was important.

[He screwed that up a lot, especially after he'd lost his brother — and his mind, in a sense. But he's relearning things he'd lost. Figuring out how to be... healthier. If he can even ever really be mentally healthy again. Some people seem to have hope for him. Dean being one of them, despite everything.]

... Make sure you stick close to the people you've found here, too.

They're really lucky to have you.

Thanks! And you too, Sam. I hope we can talk again soon, when you've got less to worry about.

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