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[upstairsbrain]

Who: Soulless!Sam and Prue, then Soulless, Dean, John, and Mary.
When: January 23rd.
Where: Wherever Sam's hiding, and then at Mary's apartment.
Summary: Prue has suspicions about Sam. They're true, and his family knows it.
Warnings: Drama, potential for swearing and violence.

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[upstairsbrain]

Fine. [ And he tugs open the door, stepping back instinctively. Before, when he'd had his soul, the sight of her made him feel... well, it was something hard to place. Especially for someone who didn't get emotional. But now, she just made him nervous, wary. He wishes very much that she'd just leave before this turned into another big soap opera. ]

What?

[momchester]

[She walks in and turns, looking around the bizarrely meticulous room and not seeing any sign of the man she's still instinctively looking for. Not having an excuse to call this whole thing off leaves her feeling curiously empty, so that it almost comes as a relief. If the issue were muddled, this would be even harder to solve.

This is a simple solution. Clean. Inhuman. She's doing the hard thing when nobody else will.

But this is a scene, so she acts for him: perfectly in-character, even coloring it with shades of honesty in the emptiness of her expression and the unhappiness showing through.]

I want to talk, Sam. I've heard everyone else talk about you in your... condition, but not you.

[She sits down on the bed and looks to him, wondering if he'll bite. Hoping the talk will give her some glimpse that the real Sam is in here, and give her an out from this. God, it's so hard to keep buttoned-up about it. She can't completely hide it- her, with her impressive lying ability.

Truth be told, the pain and worry showing through make her believable. It makes her look a little plaintive under the businesslike mannerisms.]

I want to hear it in your own words.

[upstairsbrain]

My condition. [ He laughs, and it's a low, contemptuous sound that she's likely never heard from him. ] That's what they think of me? That I'm a disease, some kind of...

[ He shakes his head, pacing. They're all so ridiculous, so hard-headed and weak-minded. Mary's here to try and make things right, maybe, to reason with him. That's his guess. But he won't budge. He just doesn't give a damn. ]

Look, I know what you're looking for, and I'm not going to say it. I'm not sorry I took out Dean, I'm not sorry for what I am. He was going to try and take me out; I just got to him first.

[ He eyes her closely, just on guard. ]

I'm not a demon, I'm not possessed. I'm all the better parts of Sam. Looking out for myself in a way that he never did.

[momchester]

Looking out for you? [In-fucking-credulous.] You're kidding, right?

Sam, don't be stupid. I did some reading tonight. It's probably stuff you studied years ago in college. Altruism. Sam, being good is part of human nature, we couldn't survive without it. People are good to each other because we all survive together.

[She uncrosses and recrosses her arms, staring at him quizzically, trying hard to understand him.]

Don't you think having a soul is important for that?

[samocchio]

I think having a soul is what brings people to conclusions like that. [ He's not dumb, just calculating. Selfish. ] We all survive together, that's true. And I've got nothing against that, nothing against co-existing. But this touchy-feely Hallmark crap? It only makes it that much harder to make the tough decisions. When being good gets in the way of survival, it's a problem.

[ Hence, Dean. ]

I know this isn't what you want to hear. But it's the truth.