[ For a second, he honestly didn't know what to say. He wasn't good at this kind of stuff, long lost reunion things, and time travel, seeing people whom he happened to know were long dead. That was always where Dean saved his ass, stepping in with a quick comment that saved his bacon, but Sam had nothing. He just wasn't that witty, or maybe he just wore his heart on his sleeve, because when she said her name he swallowed hard, emotions all right on the surface.
His lips were suddenly dry. His chest hurt.
It took him forever to get to actual words, or at least it felt like forever. And they weren't great when he got to them. ]
It's really you, isn't it? I'm me, too. I mean. I'm really Sam, I guess. Wow. Wow.
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His lips were suddenly dry. His chest hurt.
It took him forever to get to actual words, or at least it felt like forever. And they weren't great when he got to them. ]
It's really you, isn't it? I'm me, too. I mean. I'm really Sam, I guess. Wow. Wow.