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Who: Sam Winchester and you!
What: Sam's found his home away from home
Where: The library at the North Pole
When: Relatively soon after arrival, probably post-Branch
Warnings/Notes: Winchester mouth. Updated as needed.

Once Dean was back on his feet, Sam started exploring the North Pole. And, honestly, nobody who knew him would be surprised to find that once he found the library, he kept drifting back there.

Not that it was that easy to find things there. That North has a filing system is undeniable. What's also undeniable, though, is that whatever filing system he has is archaic and likely all in his own head. Which doesn't mean that Sam doesn't enjoy the looking.

Which is why he can be found at one of the tables near the middle of the room, piles of books and scrolls around him and a leather-bound notebook open to his right, pen set in the crease between pages as he bends over another book, head bowed and hand on cheek as he reads.

He glances up as somebody approaches, then leans back with a stretch. "Hey. Any idea how long I've been here?"

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Sam's height is very noticeable.

So is the way that Rex holds himself. Sam eyes him for a moment before offering a half smile. "Military?" he asks before shaking his head. "My dad was a Marine before Dean and I came along. I recognize the way you're standing."

Though he realizes that the guy looks familiar. It's just not coming to mind right now why.

"I mean...it kinda has? In that I have abilities, but what I've found isn't what I've had before?" He reaches up, brushing a hand through his hair. "But as far as the rest of it, I seem to be able to fight as well as I could before. A little stronger, able to take hits better, that sort of thing. Which may come in useful."

A small trace of awkwardness flashed across Rex's face. The change in expression was slight. There didn't seem to be any harm in being honest here. He doubted anyone was going to execute him.

"Yes," he said after a pause. "I served the Republic."

He cleared his throat. "I haven't noticed any changes to my strength but I do heal faster as well as other-- things." He couldn't say that he could use the force now because it was something he still couldn't reconcile.

"The Republic?" Even as he's saying it, it's poking at something at the back of Sam's mind. A certain movie series he'd watched way too many times. Though that couldn't be right.

"The place I was before this? I could use telekinesis. Nothing fine, but it was good for shielding and pushing people." Sam leans forward on the table. "But that's changed since I got here. What I have is still primarily protective, though, so that's good."

Given Sam's confusion, Rex knew now that revealing anything more wouldn't put himself in danger. While that was a relief, he found it more unsettling that there was someone who didn't know about the Republic or the war or, presumably, Jedi.

"It's--" Rex didn't even know how he was supposed to explain. "An interplanetary government. It's fallen now." Rex did not seem pleased with this development.

What interested him was Sam's description of telekinesis. "You said pushing people? Do you mean the force?"

As if a fallen Republic wasn't clue enough.

Yeah. No, those clues are enough that Sam's face lights with recognition. Though it dies again a moment later. "Yeah. I know a bit about it. I grew up in a world that story touched."

It's the best way he can think of to explain it. That some worlds just get touched by some stories while others don't. Rex's world is probably fairly isolated, honestly, given that it's set so far...either in the future or the past.

He frowns at the question. "Like a Force push? I guess it's similar. I know that the Jedi could do some similar things with the Force, like picking things up without actually touching them, but I think that ability was more limited in other ways. But. I've never had access to the Force, so I can't be certain of that."

"Ah-- oh," was all Rex managed at finding out Sam had already heard about his universe. He recalled the cover of the item he held in his hand, the stylized faces, and suddenly reconsidered whether or not he should come up with a fake name. This time it would be to preserve his own dignity instead of his life.

And what did you say to someone who quite possibly knew what lay ahead of you?

So he moved on.

"Since I came here I found I can-- move things. I thought it was the Force but I've never been able to before. This telekinesis is different?" Rex spoke in a matter of fact tone when in reality the prospect was a huge relief.

Which is fine. Sam's watched some of the newer stuff from Star Wars, but not enough to be able to tell Rex much. Though he might recognize the name, but it's rare that Sam has time to watch TV these days.

"Having the Force might be more fitting for the kids to believe you have." Though Sam totally understands not wanting something you have absolutely no basis in. "It can be. I don't currently have it, but in a lot of ways, it acts similarly. For me, it was primarily able to push people away or keep them away from me and anybody I was protecting. It also kept people from being able to hit me or anybody behind me with bullets or other weapons. Or throwing things. I could pick up a desk and throw it at somebody, but smaller items or having to be more careful could be difficult."

He hums slightly. "That said, people have different ways that they express powers. Yours might be better with closer manipulation, things like being able to unlock a door by jimmying the lock rather than blowing it off the hinges."

Rex shook his head at the idea he might have lucked out and got stuck with the Force anyway. "I'm too old to have the Force. I never thought I'd need to ask General Skywalker how to meditate.

"Even if it's telekinesis I'm not very good at it yet." And there were few things related to combat that he wasn't good at. It was an adjustment. "All I've done is grab a blaster."

But if he had the potential to do any of that... Rex didn't care for the force but he had seen what telekinesis could do in a fight.

"Have you ever tried moving yourself?"

"Honestly? I prefer having a gun when things are weird. It's more reliable and requires FAR less concentration."

Sam nods slowly at the question. "I tried. Once. I didn't get very far, though. Again, it seemed like a concentration problem. I was too afraid I'd drop myself. Also, harder to see what's happening when it's you rather than somebody else." A tilt of the head in a half shrug. "Or, at least, that's how it felt to me."

Rex nodded in approval. His own blasters were a part of himself at this point. Being separated from them ~~or having them stolen~~ would, to allow himself hyperbole, be like having his arm severed. And yet his response was simple. "Agreed."

Still, there were benefits to the force-- or telekinesis. "But if you could manage to move yourself..." Well, he'd seen how that could be used.

But he forgot himself. "I'm Captain--" he caught himself too late but kept his sigh internal. "Rex. You can just call me Rex."

Sam actually prefers knives, sometimes, but for distance? Definitely guns.

He hums at that and nods. "I've definitely read a fair few comics where the telekinetics could move themselves. Just because I couldn't get over the idea of trying to get more than two inches off the ground with my own powers doesn't mean everybody would have the same problem."

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