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Dean is slumped in one of the easy chairs in his room, seemingly completely oblivious to the camera he's left on the bedside table.  It's at enough of an angle that half his face is obscured by the shadows in the dimly-lit room, and the only sources of illumination are the floor lamp off in the far corner, and the soft electric glow of the radio's face.

The only thing it's been playing today are Journey's greatest hits, but it's been stuck on a loop of Faithfully and Open Arms, which made Dean think, and thinking is always a bad idea when he's convinced that he's fucked up almost every close friendship - or relationship - he's had with anyone since coming here.

Dean is starting to see a pattern, and if the expression of grim pain on his face isn't enough of a giveaway that something is wrong, then the beer bottle dangling from his fingertips over the left arm of the chair ought to be.  Reaching down, he tugs off one of his heavy biker boots and chucks it at the radio, which clatters to the floor and fizzles out of whatever reception it was getting.

He knows he should be happier.  His brother is here.  Sam, Sasquatch that he is, is here - albeit older - the the guilt he feels over moping when he should be catching up with Sam is...really awful, actually.

But everyone has those days, right?

Right?

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Date: 2011-03-02 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demon-bitch.livejournal.com
Sam lets out a sigh, but makes himself comfortable.

"I guess it was too much to hope I wouldn't have to have this conversation twice..." he muttered before taking a deep breath. "Ok, so what has Cas told you? Just so I'm not repeating anything you already know."

He knew it was only postponing the inevitable, but there really was no good way to tell this crap, and Sam didn't want to get into another fight with his brother immediately after finding him again. Especially when he was obviously already upset about something.
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Dean scratches the side of his neck leisurely, pursing his lips. His motor skills leave something to be desired, but that's a common side effect of drunkenness. "Didn't tell me much, actually. He pulls me outta Hell, we drink, we make merry, yadda yadda yadda, then there's the Apocalypse. Which...I started, apparently. Cas said something about a prophecy, or parable, or I dunno..."

He utilizes finger-quotes, "The first seal will be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell. Man, I don't even know what happens to me in Hell. I just know that we're gonna have some kinda final showdown, and...yeah. That's it." Dean takes another swig of his drink.
From: [identity profile] demon-bitch.livejournal.com
"Figures," Sam mutters. He really should have known. Cas never had been one for lengthy conversations or actually explaining shit without having it forcibly dragged from him. "Okay so.."

Another deep breath. "Let's just get the worst of it over with. Remember Ruby?"

Had Dean met her yet? He honestly can't remember, having done his utmost best to drive the bitch out of his thoughts every chance he got.

[Action] HA.

Date: 2011-03-02 05:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
Dean's expression instantly darkens. How could he possibly forget Ruby? She only caused Hell and God knows what else whenever she was around. Whether or not she was helping them for herself or because she was feeling especially sweet that day doesn't matter to Dean.

"What, Ruby the manipulative blonde demon-bitch? Her knife's great and all, but she's bad news, Sam."

[Action] IKR?

Date: 2011-03-02 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demon-bitch.livejournal.com
"Yeah, well, you were right," Sam agreed. "And I figured that out that hard way."

Wasn't that just the story of their lives though?

"It turns out that those powers I got from Azazel get better when I drink demon blood. Down-side, I got addicted to the damn stuff. Ruby enabled it, but in the end, it was my own damn fault for trusting her."

He sighed, glaring off to the side. "You killed her though, after I killed Lilith and opened up hell, just like she wanted me to do. So, technically, I started the Apocalypse by breaking the last seal, not you."

[Action] SO AWKWARD.

Date: 2011-03-02 05:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
And all of this manages to cut through the liquor-induced haze clouding Dean's mental faculties, and he just stares. For at least a minute, if not for more than that. He lets everything sink in, furrowing his brow and looking at the bottle in his hand for a moment before setting it carefully on the floor beside his chair. Folding his hands in his lap, Dean finally speaks after letting Sam stew in the awkwardness for a good thirty seconds.

"So you turned into a blood-sucking demon-fucker, let Satan outta the box, and I haven't disowned you yet?"

The low growl rumbling at the back of Dean's voice, deep in his throat, makes the words even more menacing.
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"Oh no. You pretty much told me to leave and we parted off for awhile. I wouldn't be surprised if you still kind of hated me at the end."

"I know it probably doesn't mean much to you, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't save you from Hell. I'm sorry I ran off with Ruby. I'm-" He stopped. He couldn't really even begin to apologize for all the crap he'd done.

"Listen, can I...can I finish the story...before you kick me out?"


[[ooc: I kind of wanna hand-wave most of the rest of it now so that we don't take up too many comment boxes...I just realized how long-winded this is gonna be....along with remembering that I'm a lazy-ass on top of it. XD]]

[Action]

Date: 2011-03-02 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
Dean glares at Sam, expression hard, mouth drawn in a thin line. This might be a little too much for him to take in while he's slightly drunk, because he knows that if he gets up to punch his brother in the jaw like he wants to, he'll probably miss and faceplant on the floor.

"...fine," He grits out, unclenching his fists and relaxing a little. It's just the future. It's all going to happen, and he can't change it, and he won't even remember when he gets back.

Yeah, 'cause that's comforting.

[[ooc; No prob!]]

[Action]

Date: 2011-03-02 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demon-bitch.livejournal.com
So Sam spills out the whole damn story, from Lilith to Gabriel to the end of it. He tells Dean about Castiel's Fall and how they actually do have a half-brother and all the other shit in-between.

"And then I pulled them in and next thing I know I'm waking up in this place," he finally ends stopping his pacing, having gotten to his feet some time ago, and find himself fidgeting again. He's waiting for Dean to kick him out, because at this point he's going to be severely surprised if he doesn't, but he wants to see his brother's full reaction first (as morbid as that sounds).

Actually, he's already surprised Dean hasn't punched him yet. That's what he'd done last time, after all.

[Action]

Date: 2011-03-02 06:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
Luckily for Sam, Dean-before-Hell is far less jaded, bitter and cynical than Dean-after-Hell. He's much more likely to be forgiving given the circumstances, because he can't completely emotionally attach himself to events in the future that he's been told about, rather than experienced firsthand. So while he's pissed - oh, yes, very pissed - he's not so blinded by anger and betrayal than he can't shove frustration aside in light of the fact that his brother wants to be honest with him.

Dean opens his mouth to speak, then closes it contemplatively, taking a moment to gather his beer-soaked thoughts.

"...okay, so...you fucked up. Whatever, it's...it's back in the future. Doesn't matter here. Nothin' we can do, nothin' I can say."

That's about as close to an "I forgive you" as Sam is going to get.

[Action]

Date: 2011-03-02 06:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demon-bitch.livejournal.com
Sam literally almost falls over in relief because that- that is probably as good as he's going to get (better than anything he expected) and he is so freakin' grateful he's pretty sure he might start crying.

Except he doesn't. Because as much as Dean likes to tease him, he's not a girl, dammit.

He sits back down though, not trusting his legs at that moment. He doesn't know what to say to that and just sits there, staring at Dean in something close to relieved shock.

[Action]

Date: 2011-03-02 02:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
Dean lets Sam bask in the moment, because being here in this delightful Hellhole has been a rather eye-opening experience for him so far, and while whatever Sam has done probably won't warrant such easy forgiveness in the future, there really is nothing Dean can do about it here. He's learned to accept that, and sort of roll with the punches instead.

"So," He starts idly, raising an eyebrow. "Want me t'fill you in on all the shit that's happened here so you can get a laugh?"
Edited Date: 2011-03-02 02:52 pm (UTC)

[Action]

Date: 2011-03-02 04:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demon-bitch.livejournal.com
"That bad, huh?" Sam managed, still half-expecting Dean to get up and punch him at any moment. "Go for it."

He couldn't deny that he really was curious, and maybe his brother would let slip about what was bothering him.



[[ooc: Sam the ever-hopeful?]]

[Action]

Date: 2011-03-02 04:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
"They got these things called events," Dean states matter-of-factly, not slurring as much as before. "Happen every two weeks or so, last about three days. Random shit goes down. First event for me was the "your worst fear becomes realized" event." Dean's lips twist in a wry smile, "Hellhounds, Sammy. Three days of bein' stalked by Hellhounds. Wasn't a cakewalk. There've been other things...re-enacting The Little Mermaid being one of the tamer ones, not gonna lie. Although I was a pretty badass merdude."

Believe him. He totally was.

"First day I got here, met some teenagers - Lemme tell you, man, for this place bein' as dangerous as it is, there are a fuck ton of teenagers. One of 'em was a smokin' hot cheerleader, the other was this...fashionista kid named Kurt." Dean smirks, "He's like a tiny gay you, bitchface and everything." Stretching, Dean groans and continues, "Anyhow, Kurt got it into his head that he and I were meant for each other - Don't you friggin' laugh, I'll break your teeth - But I sorta had to break it to 'im that it wasn't gonna happen. Uh...lemme see, what else..."

He purses his lips, definitely opting out of the various encounters with Castiel that he's had, if only to protect his masculinity for a little while longer. Sam might not be able to handle that, former college-boy or not.

"...Went on a hunting trip."

[Action]

Date: 2011-03-02 05:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demon-bitch.livejournal.com
"There's always teenagers," Sam replies, remembering every horror movie he's ever had to sit through. He scowled slightly at the jab about this Kurt person, then realized he was just proving Dean's point for him.

A moment later, he was fighting down a snicker. His brother had a knack for attracting people, even the ones he didn't want.

He could tell that Dean was holding something back and noticed that his brother hadn't mentioned Castiel at all yet. So, obviously whatever was upsetting him had to do with the angel (what else is new?).

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask though, Dean's last words (and the tone that went with them) effectively distracted him.

"A hunt?"
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"Yeah," Dean mumbles distractedly, suddenly re-living his own death. Again. Shaking it off a little, he clears his throat and tips his head back, looking up at the ceiling. "...a hunt. There's this...thing...out in the woods. People call it "The Operator". It basically looks like a tall, skinny dude in a suit with no face. But it was killin' people, and I thought it was a reaper, so Cas and I went hunting."

With a weary sigh, he rolls his gaze back down to Sam. "It wasn't a reaper. It wasn't...Sammy, it wasn't like anything we've seen before. The sonuvabitch came outta nowhere, gutted me like a fish before I could get off a good shot, dragged me deeper into the woods and left me in friggin' pieces."

Dean pauses, "...this is probably a good time to tell you that everyone has five lives here."
From: [identity profile] demon-bitch.livejournal.com
Five lives. They had five lives.

"Like some kind of screwed up video game?" Sam replied, giving his brother an incredulous look. He didn't want to think about Dean getting ripped to pieces again (or...for the first time? Frigging time travel), even all this time later that image still played a starring role in his worst nightmares.

He also didn't want to ask just how many lives his brother had already lost, given their track record, he could already tell he wouldn't like the answer.

"What happens when you die the fifth time?" And how close are you to that? He doesn't ask.

[Action] Because he's lovably stupid~

Date: 2011-03-02 05:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
"You leave," Dean shrugs. "Or...disappear, or whatever. You respawn after every life you lose but it takes a whole day- Don't freaking look at me like that, Sam, I'm not made of porcelain. I've only died once."

So there's your damn answer. Castiel got pissed about it, too, so Dean isn't planning on killing himself off again any time soon. Hell hath no fury like an angel's scorn.

[Action] Must be.

Date: 2011-03-02 05:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demon-bitch.livejournal.com
"Because you went after the Operator," he repeats, just to clarify it in his head. Note to self: Avoid skinny face-less men in suits until further information can be obtained.

Idly, he found himself remembering the masked man he'd met before and made a note to try and find out more about him as well.

"Why does it a take a day?" He asked, furrowing his brow as he tossed that thought around in his head.

[Action]

Date: 2011-03-02 06:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
"Yes, Jesus. What am I, a broken record?" He huffs, folding his arms across his chest and rolling his shoulders a little. "I dunno why it takes a day. Apparently if no one's around, you just reappear after a day. If someone's watching, you heal in front of 'em over the course of twenty-four hours. And you feel every damn second of it. S'what happened to me."

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Date: 2011-03-02 06:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demon-bitch.livejournal.com
Sam fought down a shudder at that thought. "That must have tore Cas up..." he mumbles, glancing off to the side and only half-aware he'd said that out loud.

"This place has a really twisted sense of humor," he said louder, shaking his head as he tried not to imagine feeling yourself getting knit back together like a ripped up blanket. He'd gotten pretty good at not thinking about things over the years, but the image was still there on the edge of his vision.

[Action]

Date: 2011-03-02 06:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
"You have no idea," Dean mumbles, eyeing Sam sidelong with slight suspicion. Did he just...mention Cas? He narrows his eyes. "Why the Hell would Cas be torn up? I was the one who went through a woodchipper."

[Action]

Date: 2011-03-02 06:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demon-bitch.livejournal.com
"You said getting put back together hurts if someone's watching right?" Sam pointed out. "How would you feel knowing you'd caused that to happen to someone you care about?"

[Action]

Date: 2011-03-02 06:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
"...oh."

He actually hadn't thought of that. Dean had just assumed that Castiel was angry about him pissing away one of his lives. He never considered blaming the angel for the pain because he was grateful that Castiel had found his arm and brought it over to his mauled body. He was grateful that he had someone to keep him company while he was knitted back together, cell by cell.

"Pretty...pretty crappy, I guess," He finishes lamely, the realization that Cas was upset because he was hurt fully striking him in the chest. Sammy was always better with decoding emotions. Dean knows that Cas cares about him now, but he never knew why - he thought it was the obligation to look after him.

"...I didn't know he cared about me."

Maybe Future-Sam has the answers, and Dean can get them from him without spilling the beans.
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Sam snorted, actually snorted at that. "Are you kidding me? That guy practically worships you." He rolled his eyes. "He lives for you Dean, rebelled against friggin' Heaven for you and helped us stop the Apocalypse at the cost of losing pretty much everything in the process because you convinced him it was the right thing to do."

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