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

[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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[There's a moment where the screen is jostled and there's the odd view of a bloody bandage.]

It's nothing. Where.. where are you?

[Her eyes actually show a little concern as she saw the bloody bandage. Did people that weren't real bleed?]

...Does it matter where I am?

[She felt like she'd already lost everything, there didn't even seem to be a point to moving. The angels would kill her...and at this point, she welcomed it.]

[Sam frowns. Something is.. very wrong.]

Of course it does. I.. [He glances around at the stone statues that seem to be closing in. Hallucination? He can't tell.] .. just.. we're coming.

What's the point? I wish...I wish that you didn't give me hope like this. At least dad didn't talk.

[No, he just stalked her for a week. It wasn't so bad when she found out that he wasn't trying to hurt her...but it was still painful.

Now she was seeing her babies. Did that mean they were dead too?]

[His head snaps up sharply, alarmed.] Samuel? He's here?

[He'd sold them out to a demon for Mary once.. the hell was he doing back?]

Mom. We're here. Please.

Where are you?

Dad's gone now, he left with the others... [Left her alone like she'd wanted, but...at least with him, it didn't feel like she was so completely alone.]

...Outside your room. I'm still waiting for you, you'll be back soon...I know it.

[She had to hold onto that hope, no matter how small it was. She'd already lost John, then her boys, then her dad again...all she had left was the belief that her boys would come back.]

Edited 2011-10-19 02:40 (UTC)

[Sam staggers down the hallway, barely making the corner. The hallucinations are getting worse and he's having a harder time distinguishing what's real and what's not. Lucifer's color commentary, not to mention what was going on with Dean..

[Jesus. Dean.

[Then he saw a familiar figure and blonde hair. It felt like he was coming home. He had missed her so much. When she turned.. Sam wasn't sure who it was at first, even if his eyes filled with relieved tears.]

Jess? Is that.. [No, not Jess.]

Mom?

[She'd tossed the blackberry onto the floor, not wanting to see the painful image on the screen. She'd spent so long waiting for her boys, the author was simply cruel to give her hope like that. Leaning against her door frame, she quickly became lost in thought, thinking about the last time she got to see her babies.

Hearing steps in the hallway, she turned slowly, expecting it to be one of the angels. It was about time, she'd been giving them a free chance at her since she knew they were here. ...He was really here?]

...Sammy?

[Slowly getting to her feet, she took half a step forward, afraid that he'd suddenly vanish.]

[His expression confused and upset, Sam pauses long enough to dig his thumb into a bloodied bandage on his hand. There's a brief grimace of pain and the haze seems to lift for a moment. Sam gives her a relieved look and staggers forward.

[He remembers now. Talking to her in the library, in the gym, telling her about Jess. It takes all of his strength to keep from simply collapsing into her arms.]

Mom. 'm home.

[Meeting him partway, she brings her arms up to wrap around Sam, tightly holding his to her. She wanted them to be able to leave...but she also worried when they were so far away that she couldn't help them, especially with recent events still on her mind.]

Welcome home, Sammy. [She didn't know when she started thinking of the Manor as home, but she did. Remembering his bloody hand, she pulled back enough to look up at him.] Are you okay?

[Sam nearly collapses into her arms, dizzy and disoriented.] I think so. I'm.. I'm not sure. I was falling.. and then Dean..

[Nothing bad that had happened mattered anymore, she had her baby again and all was right in the world. Holding him tight, she listens to his words curiously. It didn't make sense really, but it obviously meant a lot to Sam.]

You're in one piece at least...Can I see your hand?

Edited 2011-10-22 03:23 (UTC)

[Was he in one piece? Sam couldn't remember. There was a time when there were three of him.. but he can't quite grasp those memories. They keep slipping away. He shakes himself, trying to focus.]

It's all right. Dean, he, he stitched it.

[He could say it was fine until he was blue in the face. It didn't change anything though, she could see the blood and it made her worry.]

I can see the blood. Just humor me?

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

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