Disclaimer: Supernatural ain't mine.
Warnings: A little bit of... not classy word choice.
A/N: I'm baaaack. Man, I missed this story!
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"Eyes forward, 'knees locked'! 'Ten hut,' 'start your engines' because this is the Way of the Wings 'boot camp'!"
Grokll the Great appears to be talking to himself, seeming a little too enthusiastic about whatever it is that he's doing. Hunched over, his knees folded and touching his chin, Grokll is spiritedly fidgeting atop an oddly shaped thing that, if Sam were forced to put a name to it, might be a log. He is not entirely sure what it is, because Sam is in a freakin' 'nother dimension.
Yeah, Sam remembers all too well how Grokll was being a major d-bag and abducted Sam, forcing him to travel via strange black vortex of doom and through what he can only assume was the unholy force of a thousand weeping angels and the universe's largest violin, or at least a very large compilation of a lot of average sized violins.
What Sam is trying to say, is that the black hole thing was traumatizing. It overwhelmed his sensibilities and made his ears feel as if they could smell all of the gas station restrooms in existence, all while sound was pouring into his throat and overfilling his stomach until he was moments from imploding.
Another way to put it would be: it felt like that one time when Sam so did not take a hit from the dildo shaped bong Dean had offered him on his fourteenth birthday and then later didn't not un-have two beers and definitely did not even possibly try to arm wrestle his extremely alarmed and maybe just a little bit bemused father when he got home.
Seriously, Sam's not sure if he'll ever get over that. "That" referring to both being sucked into a black hole (and boy would Dean have things to say about that choice of words) and his fourteenth birthday. And to think he still has his return trip to look forward to. Or, at least, he better have a one way ticket back to Earth because Sam is going to be pretty unhappy if he's stuck here. Speaking of which…
"Where are we?"
"Ah! Chosen One!" Grokll the Great stands grandly, by which it is meant that Grokll startle-falls off of the tentatively dubbed log and then clambers to his full height of less than five feet and a little extra due to the pile of maybe beetles that are now settled upon the top of his balding little head of shame.
Grokll rushes to add on to his lacking initial response. What he adds on is a pathetic mixture of acting stern and a desperate need to explain and get validation from Sam.
"You see, Mr. uh… Sammy!" And at this point, Grokll receives a glare that speaks of hidden depths of sadism and promise. "Er- Young Ginormous One, it is for the safety of my realm and… umm… oh yes, can't forget the grapes… Yes! Mr. Chosen One, sir, I had no other choice than to… encourage?... you to seek passage into my 'humble abode' because you have to… maybe save my kingdom? Now, please?"
Sam watches Grokll with a certain growing awe for the heights of pitiful impressiveness that Grokll can reach. Sam says so too.
"Wow. That was actually so sad that I'm impressed. Just… just wow, Grokll."
There is a certain point where words can hurt, where they can cut so deep it almost feels as if a gaping wound of raw agony and haunting humiliation has been hammered into existence, bringing forth a lifetime of bullying that have been buried and only help to bring to light the echoing memory of never being good or cool or strong or tall enough. Now is not one of those times. This time is one of those times where Grokll hears what he likes to hear and puffs up in pride.
"I'm glad you're impressed, Chosen One." And maybe, in the sense that it is actually true but way too lame to actually straight up admit, Grokll thanks Sam in a voice that deepens and then deepens some more to showcase manliness in this time of what Grokll has interpreted as male bonding time.
Grokll stares at Sam, a smile revealing a row of crooked, purple stained teeth. In fits of what Sam can only assume is the manifestation of a neurological disorder, Grokll also nods as if to be agreeable with whatever Sam wants, except for the fact that Sam has said nothing. Sam has only stared back at Grokll, a little too out of his realm (literally and metaphorically) to really have any idea what to do next. Eventually though, Sam starts to get a smidgen overpoweringly grossed out with having to stare unendingly at Grokll's face and so he stands up purposefully.
"Chosen One! Where are you going? I must protect you while you remain in this delicate state of untrained being! Please, Chosen One, do not go that way!"
Yes, Sam hears Grokll's warnings. Yes, Sam continues to 'go that way.' No, Sam does not actually think it is a good idea (he's not Dean and he is rather preferential to listening to warnings and people who might know what they're talking about). However, Sam is in a state in which he does not care all that much and actually kind of hopes something will arise.
He knows that Grokll is following him; Sam can hear Grokll's heavy panting as he struggles to keep up. That means that Grokll will be here if some strange event unfolds unfortunately around them. Sam knows that Grokll will use whatever kingly powers he has that best align with the dangers within this place, and Sam can only hope that Grokll will realize that Sam should not be here and bring him back home immediately. If that's not what happens, Sam at least hopes Grokll will trip over a branch.
"Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no! This is not good."
Sam has stopped in the middle of an open area, looking around and trying to decide where to go next. Grokll has caught up and is now muttering and seeming incredibly not like the brave warrior he has vowed that he is.
There is a rustling. The noise is gently, as the rubbing of leaves and other soft alien vegetation often is, but affects even the tallest shrubbery and trees and plants. To their left, a small width of forest, but vertically very large area of forest is moving as if there is something about to make its way to Sam and Grokll's spot.
Just as Grokll predicted, this seem quite 'not good,' because when the creature appears within the same open space and Sam and Grokll, it is large, and scary, and clawed, and well…. Look at it this way. In Japan, there is always some sort of monster whacking down skyscrapers. Come to think of it, Sam can only think of Godzilla, but the point still stands. This thing looks like Godzilla, except it's only about 15 feet tall (and Sam feels it is within his rights to feel that he should never again have to use the word 'only' to describe something that is big enough that even he, Sam Sasquatch Winchester, has to look up to see its face).
Getting a little too personal with Sam's personal space, Grokll leans in and whispers, "I think we better run."
Sam says, "First smart thing you've ever said."
And then they run, in the opposite direction of Godzilla Jr., mind you.
Off in a far off place that is not infested with littler Godzillas, Dean is sitting down with a big, warm piece of pie. He is definitely upset and worried about Sam disappearing and is, perhaps, eating away his pain. He also can't help but to take note of the fact that it's so much easier to go out and get, as well as eat, pie when Sam isn't around.
Feeling as though he has to make some sort of verbal cue that he is missing Sam, Dean calls out, mouth still full of sugar and crust and apples and not actually sounding terribly concerned, "Sam. Sam, where are you?"
Task completed, Dean shrugs and digs into the cherry pie next. While he eats, the only thing on his mind is whether he'll have blueberry or rhubarb pie when he's done with this one. Oh, also, Sam. Can't forget about the missing brother.