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[familybusiness]

[Sam had been holding off on doing this, if only because he'd promised Dean he wouldn't, but after the entire mess with Rose and his brother making a deal with Lucifer, he doesn't feel nearly as bad going through with it.]

I need to talk to you.

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[hacker]

The message went out while I was in your device. When I saw it, I got curious.

[familybusiness]

This isn't something you want to be curious about.

[hacker]

Why not?

Sam, you're my friend. Romantic baggage is part of that. You can dump it on me, if you need to.

[familybusiness]

It's not that kind of baggage. I need her help with something.

[NOT HIS DICK.]

[hacker]

Ok friend doesn't mean I need the boner update omg

[familybusiness]

[Oh for fuck's sake.]

For the last time. It's not about that.

[A longer pause before:]

If we're going to talk about this, we're going for a drive.

[hacker]

Cool. So let's drive.

[familybusiness]

Fine. Garage. 10 minutes.

[hacker]

[ ok this actually seems ... weirdly dire and terse. so she rallies to be supportive friend, not sarcastic friend, by the time she gets to the garage with her jacket pulled up around her face, furry hood outlining her button features in hilarious contrast. ]

[familybusiness]

[By then, Sam's already grabbed keys to one of the cars and is waiting for her. He gestures with his head for her to follow them, and he's silent as they make their way to the car.

He opens her door for her, by the way, before he makes his way around and gets in the driver's side, shoving the key into the ignition.

It's probably pretty clear that he's...not super excited about this conversation.]

[hacker]

[ at least he's not so unexcited that he forgot manners. skye climbs in and shuts her door herself, compulsively hitting the unlock button on her door in a show of how unused to fancy new cars she still is. ]

Sorry. I ... I really didn't think it'd be a big deal.

[familybusiness]

[He sort of bobs his head for a second, as if he already gets that, not putting the car in reverse just yet. Instead, he lets out a heavy breath before he looks over at her, his expression intent.]

Anything I say in this car, you can't repeat. If at any point you get...too freaked out, you need to let me know, and we'll come back. [He waits a second for that to sink in before he asks:] Can you do those two things for me?

[hacker]

... Sam, what the hell is this about? That is not the way you preface girl trouble.

[familybusiness]

That things that I told you about when we first met? The ones you thought weren't supposed to be real? It's about that.

Honestly, I don't even know if I'm doing the right thing, but I'm kind of out of options.

[And the one person he should be able to talk to this about, well...

...yeah. Things aren't exactly great there.]

[hacker]

[ Skye bristles, discomfort visibly mounting. The source is easy enough to place: there's something about his uncertain morality that makes her balk. She doesn't want to be the one to reassure him that he's a good person making the right choice. ]

Okay, slow down. [ Free of judgments, direct without being unkind. ] You need to back this up for me. What does this girl have to do with demons? Who is she?

[familybusiness]

♪ my demons - starset

[At least both of their increasing discomfort is evident, but as she asks that question, he puts the car in reverse and pulls out of the parking spot, not glancing back over to her until their on the road and the castle starts to shrink behind them (drive 16).

It's as if he's not sure if he wants to answer or if he wants to start somewhere else, but he finally seems to decide that if he doesn't answer the question, she's just going to ask again anyway.]

She's the devil's daughter. [A beat as he promptly looks away, focusing on the road.] And yes, I mean that literally.

[hacker]

[ Skye startles visibly, unsure what she's gotten herself into, but now certain that it's not good. That it's over her heard. Her hand tightens around the phone in her lap, one part anticipation and one part millennial security blanket. ]

The devil. [ She repeats it, not quite disbelieving, but uncertain and dry-mouthed. ] You have pictures of actual satanspawn on your phone. I don't know if I should be laughing, or ... [ she's not laughing, despite the sarcasm. ]

[familybusiness]

Don't call her that.

[His voice is judgy or angry, but it is tight.]

She's done nothing but try to help me.

[hacker]

She is a direct relation of Satan, Sam! [ What the fuck how does she need to explain this to him. What ? ?? is happening ? ? ? ?! Why this. ] If she's helping you, it is not out of the kindness of her own heart.

[familybusiness]

[His shoulders tighten. It's not like he hasn't thought about that before a million times. But he feels like he spent enough time with her to know better than that.

And that's only the tip of the iceberg.]

You sound just like Dean.

[hacker]

No, you do. You aren't even willing to engage anything you don't want to hear. [ She shakes her head, leaning her head back against the headrest of the car and hissing out a sigh through her teeth. The sigh that slips out of her is flustered and just this side of overwhelmed, but her reaction to being called out like that, to his frustration, is about as far from Dean as it gets. ] You think I don't get it? You think I've never fallen for the wrong person? It eats you alive, knowing the truth and not being able to stop caring for them, but when someone shows you who they really are ... You have to find a way to let it go.

[familybusiness]

So are you. You're making assumptions about someone you've never met based on whatever limited knowledge you have over who her parent is. She has shown me who she really is, and it isn't the person you're imagining.

[He manages to keep his voice level as he speaks, but his eyes continue to stare at the road.]

None of that matters anyway. I let her go a long time ago, for more reasons than I'm going to talk about. I need her help with something else.

[hacker]

[ She opens her mouth to argue but instead accepts that she's not ... gaining any ground, and she's not going to sabotage her friendship with Sam over something that's over and done. Besides, glass houses. Pointing out that his tirade isn't what "let her go" sounds like would only point out in turn that she's highly emotional about this topic herself.

So instead, she draws a deep breath, looks back at him, and grits through it to ask. ] With what? Most people don't turn to Hell for a helping hand.

[familybusiness]

Most people don't get their psionic abilities from Hell, either.

[He turns his head toward her briefly, meeting her eyes before he looks away again.]

And no, I didn't ask for them. They were given to me the night my Mom died, but they didn't start developing until a few years ago.

[This is more the part where he expects her to want to get as far away from him as possible. He's pretty much already bracing for it, for her to call him some kind of monster, especially given the reaction he's already gotten to what he's said so far.]

[hacker]

[ Like any sane person might, Skye widens her eyes and takes a moment to process that, swallowing it, leaning back against the seat and glancing around the car to fully process and consider her next questions. Shaking her head, she settles on, ] Psionic powers from ... What does that mean? Can they use that? To ... To turn you evil, to control you, what are they?