[In person || Video] The Winchester Brothers make their (not so) triumphant return

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[Dean snaps awake in the front seat of the impala. As he calms his erratic breathing, he realises that the place his baby is parked is giving him the strangest sense of deja vu. He put it down to dreaming again. He dreamed of this place before, after all. The dreams were crazy, and yet... they were an escape from hell.

He reaches for the blackberry on the dash, and flips it on. This dream.... except for at the end, Sam had been there. Mom. And a whole bunch of other people that he'd never thought his mind could create, and yet... apparently it had. He flips on the video, and with a voice that sounds like he hasn't seen, let alone drunk, water in months, he asks]

...Is S'm still-

[he breaks off as something stirs in the back seat. He turns, and a smile lights his weary face.]

Sam!

[ow, okay, that hurt. But so worth it when his brother awakens]

...Dean?Where... [he gives a slightly puzzled look, still a bit scrambled] I know this place. I think.

Yeah, I'm getting the freaky deja vu thing too. [his voice is grating but he tries not to wince against the scraping in his throat.]

Dude, what happened to you? You look like hell. [Sam's not scrambled enough to miss the signs of weary exhaustion, and Dean's voice. He realised Dean looked a little worse than when he'd last saw him, and he didn't think that was all that possible.]

I'm fine. [He brushed it off.] Let's get you something to eat and crap. You're not exactly looking your best, either. [He racks his brain as to why. He should know, Damn it all. Maybe it'll come soon.]

I... yeah, okay. [he presses a finger to the stitched wound on the palm of his hand, the pain keeping him grounded. The manor around them doesn't waver at all. Huh. He's not sure if that's a comfort or not.

Dean addresses the comm again.] Freaky dream world: I salute you. [and with that almost sarcastic sounding sign-off, he switches off. Even if it is a dream, he has Sam again, even if it's just until he wakes up. And that's fine by him.]

[[Dean is normal, Sam is Italics.]]

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[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

[Sam stumbles a bit getting out of the Impala, holding onto the door for a moment. He shakes his head muzzily and presses the injury on his hand.]

Dude, the hell are we? Where's Cas?

Wow. Nice digs, Sammy. I think we're gonna like it here

[Sam startles at the voice, regarding the blonde, smiling vessel of Lucifer before him. His eyes go wide with horror.]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

Who the hell is Cas?

[Sam's eyes widen, and it draws Dean's attention to him. Goddamn it, focus. You know what's wrong with him, why can't you remember properly?]

...what, Sam?

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

I.. I thought I saw..

'fraid so Sammy. I'm here. You're still in the Cage with me. Your brother isn't here. Just you, me, eternity and all the fun I can think of.

[This time Sam nearly loses his footing, reaching for Dean] He took down the wall.. I remember, Dean. All of it.

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[Worry for Sam makes him stop thinking about trying to remember the details of the last time he was here, and was next to him as soon as he stumbled. He put a supporting hand on Sam's chest.]

Remember what? Sam, I'm lost here: give me a clue, at least?

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

[A red haze films his vision and he screws his eyes shut.

[Not real. It's not real. He got me out.]

Hell.. Dean. I remember Hell.. the Cage.

video;

[ursokinky.livejournal.com]

I'm not a freaky dream, unless of course you want me to be~



I had been wondering where you went off to as well. I had thought that you got lucky or something and left us behind.

Re: video;

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[It takes a minute before he remembers what happened.] You spoke to me when I was... in the basement. [Yes, that was a euphanism for being chained and tortured. He figures that even hell would have leaked into his dream of escape.] And a big cat, right?

wait, left? [That's two comments about leaving/coming back.]

Re: video;

[ursokinky.livejournal.com]

That's correct, you remembered~



Well you certainly came back at a bad time wherever you went to, but yes you did leave, I think anyway.

Re: video;

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

So... all this... manor stuff... really happened?

Re: video;

[ursokinky.livejournal.com]

Pretty much. I kind of wish it was some weird dream.

[Video]

[was_a_hunter]

[Turning her video function on; Mary is just going to be staring.

It seems all the Winchesters look like crap right about now. After the boys simply vanished...she'd damn near broken and seemed to forget to take care of herself in favor of staring at their door, waiting for them to come back. Beyond that, aside from minimal eating and sleeping, she'd forgone anything that meant she'd have to leave her station outside of her door.

The nameplates never vanished, she knew they'd be back...she wouldn't fail them again. They wouldn't be hurt while she was here, she'd make sure of it. She'd been watching the feeds quietly, hoping for a hint about where they'd gone.

When she'd seen this feed though...it was too good to be true. They weren't back, someone had just managed to hack the phones, that was all. She had to hope though. Her voice was soft, refusing to believe that they were there until she saw them with her own eyes.]

...are you really back...?

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

[It takes Sam a moment to realize that the soft, hopeful voice is, in fact, real and not another hallucination. He picks up the blackberry, his features briefly contorting in pain. He knew her.]

.. Mom?

[was_a_hunter]

[Even for someone that wasn't really there, his voice managed to take some of the pain away. Running her fingers down the screen, she settled herself back against her door frame.]

...Hey, Sammy~.

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

Mom.. are you.. me n' Dean, we're hnn.. we're coming. [They weren't coming quickly, but they were on the move. Both brothers hurt, but trying to draw some semblance of strength from each other.]

Stay there.

Re: [Video]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[He really wasn't sure this wasn't all a dream, but Sammy and Mom? He'll definitely take it.

Strange his mind would make her say that, or make her look as rundown as she did, but...]

Sorry. Didn't mean to worry you.

[was_a_hunter]

[She curled back against the wall as she watched the screen. One of the last things she told him was that she'd protect him...but she couldn't even do that.]

No...I'm sorry. I should have protected you better...now you're gone.

[And he hadn't come back yet. She didn't think he would ever be back...as the days passed, her hope steadily dwindled.]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[a hand absently rubbed at his temple as he tried to get his brain working properly, and give him the fuzzy dream memories properly.]

...That was... when I wasn't sleeping, right?

No, right here. Dreaming, I think. Going to the kitchen.

[Video]

[stalking_horse]

[Who looks like he hasn't really slept in almost three weeks? This detective! :D He hates his life right now.]

I'd say 'welcome back', but your timing is a little horrible. You're probably going to want to make for the house and get to the normal room, if you remember where it is, as soon as possible - and if you see any strange angel statues? Don't look away from them until you can put something solid between you and them.

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[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

Dude, you look.... awful. [He rubbed at his brow. He ignored the fact he wasn't looking or sounding hot himself]

So, angels statues are the new plot? [the word came into his head before he could really think of why. He's sure that once he gets at least some damned water, he'll be fine.]

[Video]

[stalking_horse]

Unstoppable fae murder monster. Helping friends with less-than-friendly ghosts. Thank your mother for the advice about salt for me if I don't catch her first. [No, no you don't.] With my luck you've probably still come in from worse anyway. [He'd like it to be snark, but, fate just likes to make sure that whenever he feels like bitching there's a good example of "it could be worse", so.]

Well, that's what they look like when they're not moving. Apparently they're some kind of indestructible murderous entities that can't move when they're being watched. [Don't look at him, he doesn't make this crack up.]

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[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[Plus, you're talking to the freaking KING of "shit just got worse".]

I'll tell her when I see her. And don't worry, I always win the sucky competitions. [He snarks dryly.]

... [He nods, and his eyebrows raise] of course they would be. [The scary thing is that.... isn't sarcasm.]

This is to the both of you, through the psychic network~

[psychic-labrat.livejournal.com]

*sorry boys, but he's going to temporarily intrude on your "dreamscape" reunion here. Contrary to how late the mun is, Charles will be attempting to contact you the second he recognizes your mind, which, admittedly, Sam's might be a bit slower than Dean's cause when they met he had no power :Da

You probably won't notice him before he speaks, but he's glancing across the surface of your mind, Dean, in order to see where you are exactly before he speaks to the both of you*

Sam? Dean? Where have you been?!

*his 'voice' is colored in shock, worry, and relief that you're not dead(er)*

GET OUTTA MY HEAD, CHARLES B|

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[Well, this clears a lot of memories that will have a dream-like quality. And there's chunks of it missing as they pertain to what his future will be.

But.... He remembers that last time this happened with stunning HD quality, and irritation flares] Use the goddamned phone. [He despised the thought of people in his head, especially as he wasn't telling Sam a lot, And Sam was freaking out as it was.]

WHY WASN'T I EXPECTING THIS SUBJECT LINE?!

[psychic-labrat.livejournal.com]

My apologies, Dean, I'm dialing now, but this was a faster way to get a hold of you, considering the circumstances.

*and that would be your phone, man. Please don't yell at him too loudly, he has a killer headache*

IDEK. IT WAS OBVIOUS.

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[He clicks on the video feed, looking a little peeved.]

What?

[It could be worse considering that you were in his head without permission.]