Sam scratches at his eyebrow, some form of tension increasing inside of him as Jo's explanation crawls around between his ears. There's something about how she alludes to the subconscious being involved that makes the nerves tingle at the base of Sam's skull; like his very own version of a (shitty) psychological Spidey-sense, the increasing odds that his own psyche will betray him looms heavily over Sam's shoulder.
(Strangely enough, he thinks the voice suggesting he's fucked sounds suspiciously like Lucifer's.)
"That makes sense if everything is controlled from one source of power," he reasons, mostly because he doesn't want to probe for more details to haunt him between now and his inevitable first foray into The Horizon. He could ask plenty and he's sure Jo would kindly oblige, but sometimes ignorance truly is bliss (and if anyone would know the benefits of practiced ignorance, it's Sam).
He clasps his arms across his broad chest, hunched some as he's occasionally wont to do in the presence of those shorter than him. Brow furrowed (as he's also wont to do), Sam asks, "You and Dean have been... meditating together?"
no subject
(Strangely enough, he thinks the voice suggesting he's fucked sounds suspiciously like Lucifer's.)
"That makes sense if everything is controlled from one source of power," he reasons, mostly because he doesn't want to probe for more details to haunt him between now and his inevitable first foray into The Horizon. He could ask plenty and he's sure Jo would kindly oblige, but sometimes ignorance truly is bliss (and if anyone would know the benefits of practiced ignorance, it's Sam).
He clasps his arms across his broad chest, hunched some as he's occasionally wont to do in the presence of those shorter than him. Brow furrowed (as he's also wont to do), Sam asks, "You and Dean have been... meditating together?"