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Karen was still a little nervous around Kang, and quiet, even after spending a couple of days with him, and he couldn't really blame her. At least she wasn't terrified of him anymore, and she wasn't all that difficult to watch over. He'd even managed to find a few things to help keep her entertained in Possessions (the Fairplay memories were definitely coming in handy in this case; he wouldn't have known what type of things human children typically liked to do otherwise).

He had duties at the tavern, though, and decided to bring her along with him. She'd offered to help him out, but there really wasn't anything a child as young as her could do, so he'd handed her some paper and crayons and set her up at a table next to the bar, asking her to draw some pictures for the tavern. That way, she was occupied and out of the way, and still felt that she was doing something to help.

He made sure to keep an eye on her as he went about his usual business, checking up on her every now and then to make sure she wasn't bored.

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Dean briefly frowned at that, his memories all jumbled. There was something. Something about ghosts.

"Uh, Director of Sales and Marketing at Sandover Bridge and Iron Inc."

Kang nodded, "That was it. What exactly do you do?"

"Mostly on the phone taking care of sales calls, keeping the customers happy and the cash flowing."

It took about twenty minutes for Sam to make his way to the tavern. He'd been dealing with his X-Wing and holding off the start of another headache. He'd been living on aspirin since the fight ended and, frankly, had been looking forward to going home.

It figured his brother would regress and not remember that while he was gone.

Sam rubbed the back of his head as he stepped in, looking around and heading straight toward Kang and...Dean Smith. Shit. "Kang. Dean. Hi."

"Sam," Kang nodded, very relieved to see him there finally. "Just the person I wanted to talk to."

Dean looked puzzled, oh it's the guy from Tech Support? Wait, or... man he's off his game today. He should have had his rice milk latte this morning.

Sam smiled at Kang and sat down. "Right. You still remember everything from Stacy, right?" He didn't want to admit that his brother was having the same issue people were being Quarantined for. At least, not in front of Kang. But Dean Smith wouldn't believe him.

"He seems to. He knew who the hell I was, at least," Kang said, leaning on his elbows. Sam could handle this better than he could.

"You know, I'm still standing here, guys. Don't have to talk around me, and sure, of course I do."

He knew them both. Mostly, kind of. It was still confusing, and he clearly needed to detox more.

"Right. So. There's this...thing going around." Because they still had no idea what was causing it. "It's...causing people to regress mentally, back along their lives. I know it's weird, but--"

The headache suddenly returned with a vengeance, causing Sam to reach up and clutch at his forehead, his other hand going to the bar to hold himself steady. Flashes, nothing making sense, then it let go and he could breathe again, though his head was still pounding.

"Oh. FUCK." Just what he DIDN'T need right now.

Kang frowned, concerned, "...Sam? You alright?"

Dean looked puzzled, and then his stance shifted. His hair looked more like his normal casual hair again. He dropped the water, and frowned at Sam.

"Sam? I told you before to lay off that crap, man. How's your head?" He came closer to him, not yet realizing he was in a suit.

Well. That at least sounded more normal. Sam looked up, squinting in the light of the tavern because it was just too bright. Side effect of the headache. "Oh yeah, didn't miss that," he muttered, moving the hand on his head to rub at the back.

Still, there was that subtle shift in the way Dean stood that made him pause. "What's the last thing you remember? Before Stacy," he added.

"What the hell was that?" Kang picked up the dropped mug and filled up a new one with water for Sam. Dean's shift and appearance didn't escape his notice either, and he eyed the human for a moment before turning his attention back his brother.

Dean ignored Kang and focused on his brother with a mix of concern, fear, and anger.

"Easy, we just took care of Samhain, or actually *you* did."

"Well, that explains why you're not freaking out." Sam's headaches were never a good thing. Not when they came on suddenly like this, at least. "Though your timeline is off a bit. Or, a lot."

Sam lifted his head, taking the mug from Kang and taking a long drink. "For the record, I'm not sitting through the lecture twice, Dean. We've talked about this here on Stacy. About..." He glanced at Kang, but...well, it was out of the bag already. "About how you're losing time. You remember that?" Dean's memories of Stacy were always good. Even if it was confusing for him. "I'll explain what that was in a minute, Kang. Promise."

Dean briefly glanced at Kang since while his memories were screwed up, he remembered the notice. Things came up, so he just ignored it though. But he did remember Sam mentioning it last time. Something about it being less that time.

"Yeah, I got that. You saying it happened again? How much now?"

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Sam pinched the skin between his thumb and index finger, using an old acupressure trick to deal with the worst of the pain for the moment. "To now? I think you're missing about a year. The way this is going, I'm going to need to start making those plans pretty soon." Plans that Dean wasn't privy to, no, but that he knew Sam was going to have to make.

Kang had been staying silent, letting the two of them talk, but upon hearing that Sam knew this had been happening, and the mention of plans, he snorted, "If you knew, why was he not taken to the med bay? And what plans are you talking about?"

Dean felt he needed to sit for this crap. Plus he was too sober. But would drinking make this thing worse, whatever it was?

"Hey I've been fine till this." He then got a better look at what he was wearing.

"Why the hell am I in a suit? And Sam, what plans?"

Sam's hands moved to the spot between forehead and temples, pressing and rubbing in circles. "Because angels are dicks," was his explanation to Dean. "And one in particular decided to show you what your life might have been like without hunting. You were a corporate drone."

Which Dean would LOVE, he was certain.

After a moment, he dropped his hands and looked up at Kang. "Dean wasn't meant to leave the house. I didn't think he'd regress back to a point where...well, absolutely nothing would make sense." If he had, he'd have been more careful when leaving. "That said. The reason he's not in the medbay is because, at the current rate, he's going to think he's back in Hell before the end of the week. Including ten years of being..." He glanced at Dean, then back to Kang. "Basically a torturer's apprentice."

He knew Dean had told Kang about a lot of what had happened. And as much as he didn't want to bring this up, Sam knew damned well he was going to need back up when that happened.

"Did you at least inform any others about Dean being affected?" Kang asked. "I can understand why you did try to keep him in the house, but they still needed to know. As of yet, we have no idea what's causing this."

Dean started to yell about he's standing right the fuck here so stop talking about him like he wasn't. But then off Sam's mention, he felt his stomach drop. Yeah, he vaguely remembered telling Kang, but he didn't realize that if Sam had later memories, he must have told him at some point. He told him about picking up the knife, and how much he loved it.

He closed into himself for the time being, again wishing for a beer or better yet, whiskey.

Sam shifted, pushing his shoulder against Dean's. Just a reminder that he was there.

"No, I haven't," Sam replied, straightening his shoulders. "If I told medical, they'd make Dean come in. Whatever it is, it's not affecting me. As soon as I figured out what was happening, I left notes of the last things I remembered from my world on my omnicomm. It's set to come up when I look at it in the morning. My memories haven't changed."

He picked up the mug again. "So, no. I'm not telling medical. Not until the worst of this has run its course." Given the fact that Dean had been in Hell longer than he'd been alive, that was going to take some time.

"Damn it to the Abyss, you two are the most stubborn humans I have ever met," Kang cursed. He had to admit, it was pretty smart of Sam to do that, though. "I'm of a mind to go and tell medical myself now."