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[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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[Dean moves closer, fear and concern shining deep in his eyes. He drops to Sam's level, and moves Sam's hands away from his head, lifting Sam's head. He needed to know to be able to help.

Having no nearby outlet for the power he didn't know he had, one that's slowly wakening with the deep-seated, raw worry and fear he's feeling, it starts to build as a headache. He puts it down to stress - it wouldn't be the first time.]

Sammy. I don't know what you're on about. Lucifer is a bed time story for demons.

[Incredulous, Sam stares. How could he not know? Dean.. he got his soul..]

Sorry, Sam. Dean's not in at the moment. But if you'd like to leave a message..

[He grabs his hand, savagely digging his thumb into the wound until blood begins to well beneath the bandage. The spike of pain helps and he forces his eyes open.]

What? Dean.. don't you remember? I said yes.. stopped the Apocalypse by falling into Hell and he's still here I can still see him and the fire..

...the apocalypse? Sam... The last thing I remember is the hellhounds.

[He's alarmed by the brutal digging into his wound that Sam just did, and his hands move to pull Sam's apart, not realising that was.... much easier than it should have been.

oh yeah, and he's going back to that pretending that he doesn't remember hell.]

Sam, stop it.

Oh my. Someone's been drinking his Ovaltine.

[Lucifer was.. positively gleeful about something. Sam struggles to wrench his hands away.]

Dean.. don't. It's the only way.. don't know what's real without it. You showed me. You got me out but he's still in my head and I think he wants me to kill myself..[His voice is hectic, eyes darting around like a trapped animal.]

[He felt his stomach give a sickening lurch, and the pain in his head ramps up to migraine level. A slightly shaking hand tries to relieve some of the pressure that's there by rubbing at his temple.

Okay, not a dream. Some freaky torture designed by Alistair. Had to be. That'd be the only way Sam could be that messed up and spouting this.

And he'd give Alistair that: It's messing with him. He'd ask what he's done wrong, but only a fool doesn't know that torture doesn't stop completely after you hop off the rack. Sure, it's definitely less frequent but hell is still hell after all.]

...Hallucinations... [The memories of the ghost - she felt important, even if he couldn't remember seeing her in his life - and his conversation surface easily with the word. He'd had a plan. He had a plan.] I can fix this, Sammy. [i think]

Ask him, Sammy. Ask Dean why he's suddenly so much stronger than you. Or why his head hurts. Ask him what he remembers.

Cas.. he broke the wall.. I remember Hell. Lucifer.. he.. hnn

[The confusion and fear is too much and for a long moment, it all overtakes him. Sam is lost in his memories, unable to snap free.]

[oh, how he hates what he's about to do. There was that name again. Cas. It doesn't matter at the minute.

He takes Sam's wounded hand, and presses his thumb into the wound. muttering quietly] ...this had better work, Sammy.

[The clean, sharp spike of pain lances through the hallucination, bringing Sam back to himself, to Dean. Still, he speaks quickly. There's no way to know when he'll slip again]

Cas. He's an angel.. our friend. We were getting him back.. and then I started seeing Lucifer again. He keeps saying you never got me out. That I'm still trapped in Hell with him.

[As soon as Sam snaps back, he drops Sam's hand and trying not to look at the blood on his own. Sam's blood.]

Well, that's half the story. Sam, forgetting th fact that angels ain't real, why the hell would we buddy up with them? and I thought you said he broke the wall? that's not something a friend would do.

Angels are real, Dean. They've been screwing with us since..

What's the last thing you remember?

...Lilith and the hellhounds. [Not mentioning hell at all.]

[He doesn't have to. Sam remembers it for him. He remembers the hellhound, but he doesn't remember Cas.]

Congratulations, Sammy my boy. Straight to the head of the class for you.

[His eyes drift back towards the blank space where Lucifer is standing. It takes some effort for him to tear his gaze back to his brother as they start towards the manor again.]

Cas.. he's an angel. He.. he brings you back, Dean. He's a friend, but after the Apocalypse, he kinda got messed up. We all did.

Speak for yourself, I've never felt better.

[Sam really, really didn't like the way that Lucifer was grinning at Dean.]

[He follows Sam's gaze into the blank space, but when Sam fixes back on him, he decides to carry on questioning.]

...He brings me back...? Why? [He didn't deserve to be saved. he knows that. It's only for the simple reason he didn't want to believe that he was that far gone that he didn't ask if he was brought back human.

Plus, right now, he really thinks he is. Not least because he's not possessing some poor bastard, and is in his own skin.

As they were walking and talking, he's not all that focused on his surroundings, purely worried with Sam.]

[The question helps snap Sam forward again and he rounds on his brother.] Why? Dean, you were in Hell. You didn't belong there. Not with..

[No. If he doesn't think about it, it won't overtake him. Not again.] I'm a couple years ahead of you, I think.

Hard to tell in here, you know? Time moves a little funny in Hell. In the Cage.

[Sam forces his attention back to his brother, trying desperately to ignore the horribly grinning visage lurking just outside his field of vision.]

[...] what year is it for you? [Well, mom was here, so it really shouldn't be that strange of a thought. and yet...]

[He's ignoring the first bit. As for as he's concerned; Sam didn't know. and like hell was he going to tell him.] So what did they want with me? [He pushed the front door open, and a tremendous pressure from the headache he'd been feeling eased when they were inside. Which.... Dean dismissed After all, strange things were happening all the time here. He carried on talking as it happened.] ...I mean, good people go down all the time. They're not just dragging people back because they feel like it.

What year? It's 2011.

Cas brought you back, he brought you back to stop the Apocalypse. [It was infinitley more complicated than that, but Sam wasn't sure he had it in him to explain. Not yet.]

Good people? Oh Sammy. *Lucifer taps his chin thoughtfully* And how good are they after they've been there for a few years?

He's a friend, Dean. Your best friend.

...2011? [He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.] But... I think I kinda remember Mom being here, so it shouldn't be that strange, I guess.

But in the end, it was stopped by you swandiving into hell, right? [Carefully guarding his emotions as he has it clarified

But as he's thinking about what the hell could have happened to bring on the apocalypse in the space of a couple of years, and what the hell being best friends with an angel means, let alone how it's frigging possible, the banging of the door down the hall gets noticed and grates on his nerves.] ...The hell is with that damned door?

[At the mention of falling into Hell again, Sam is nearly swamped by another wave of blinding pain. He staggers again, reaching for Dean.]

I.. yeah. Cas, he.. he got me out.

But he forgot one key element, didn't he, Sammy boy?

You you had to get my soul. I was still in .. hnn in the Cage.

[He remembered what pamela's ghost had said.] A deal with Death

Wall's broken Dean. I had to .. had to save you and Bobby. It's broken, Dean. I remember it.. remember Hell.[Sam chokes on a wild sob]

I remember what they did.

[He puts his hands on Sam's shoulders to draw his attention to him] Sammy, I can help. [He knows he can, he just.... needs to remember how.]

We'll get you through this. [I'll save you. This time]

[Sam is shaking, violently. Another wave threatens to swamp him when Dean reaches out and catches his shoulders. It's difficult, but Sam fights through the terror.]

Cas is gone.. can't fix it. Can't fix me.

[There's determination blazing in his eyes alongside the fear. He may not have said what he does if he remembered the future, but he doesn't so...]

I didn't need an angel to save you last time, I don't need one this time.

I.. okay. [Because he trusts Dean. If he said he'd do it, then he would. A sharp press to the stitches in his hand affords him a moment of clarity.] Death. Said he put up a wall.

[Dean nods] Last time I was here, some... [He tried remembering the name, knowing that she was pretty damn important for some reason] 'pamela' chick... she told me the same thing. Don't worry about it; I've got the plan, and doesn't need death. [He gave him a confident smile... even if he didn't much feel like smiling.]

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STFU HALLUCIFER :|

Hallucifer : Nyah nyah!

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