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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...Alright. [Turning off the phone, she slowly made her way to the kitchen. She'd keep the hope that he'd be there when she arrived.

Walking into the kitchen, she paused in shock and surprise. He was really here? He was okay?]

Dean?

[He'd been worrying about Sam after getting the kid sorted a little, and he'd drank water, making his throat feel so much better. He had been sat at the table, spinning his knife and stopping it by the blade on the table, sat with a glass of liquor.

As soon as he heard her voice he stood, and with a pace quick enough that it was just short of jogging, he wrapped her in his arms, holding her tightly. Maybe he could keep himself fromfalling apart if he held on tight enough.]

Sorry. I think... I think she sent me home..... but I can't remember what happened properly. [No, he's not mentioning hell or the fact he died. It didn't matter right now.]

[Holding him back just as tightly, she wasn't about to let him go again, not this soon after loosing him. She felt like she'd been falling and for the first time in a week she was on solid ground...She needed this; needed Dean to hold her and not let go.]

...I'm so sorry Dean, I didn't mean to let any of this happen...

[She'd failed him, she let that girl do what she wanted with him and for all she knew, he was in worse condition than he was before. The same with his brother. While she'd been sleeping, they were taken from her, something that she doubted she'd be able to ever completely forgive herself for.

All her fear and insecurity built up and she could help crying softly, her tears rolling down her cheeks to be absorbed into his shirt. He was safe now, she could protect him now...and like hell anyone or anything would ever hurt him again.]

[He softly stroked her hair, heart beating quickly as he tries to keep a firm grasp on his emotions as he held her in his warm embrace.]

It's okay; it's not your fault.

I could have done something.

[She didn't know what, but there had to be some way that she could have stopped anything from happening to them. Relaxing against his warm heat she listened to his heart bea--...wait. What?

Pulling back slightly, she looked up at Dean, a mixture of confusion and happy dancing across her face.] Dean? ...Your heart's beating...

[there's just plain confusion on his face]

...doesn't it normally?

Edited 2011-10-21 09:38 (UTC)

[She's just so thankful that Dean's normal and human again. Maybe now he wouldn't be so miserable, he could hide it well, but she knew that he always missed things that he couldn't enjoy anymore.]

No. You don't remember what you...were?

Edited 2011-10-21 18:07 (UTC)

[He thinks, hard. While he could remember what he had done... he couldn't remember himself.] ...No. It's like... i remember being here, and remember what I did - mostly, but... it's like someone cut me out of the film.

Perhaps that's for the best, all things considered. [She wouldn't tell him unless he asked, remembering how miserable that he'd been. Particularly when it came time that he had to feed. It was yet another reminder that he was different than his friends and family.]

[...But when you dangle a sentence like that, of course he's gonna ask.] ...What? what happened to me? [there's only two things he can think of without a pulse: Vampire and Zombie. He's not liking either much.]

[Glancing down, she suddenly became very interested in the floor. Such a pretty patt- oh right. Sighing, she knew she couldn't lie to him. If she didn't tell him, someone else would..it would be better coming from her.] You were a vampire.

[...]

I was...

I don't believe this.

[There's a little exhalation of air, almost a humourless chuckle, but not quite] Heh. [He shakes his head] Did I hurt anyone? [did I hurt you?]

[Smiling a fraction, she shook her head. She wasn't positive, but she couldn't see him purposely hurting anyone. When she first arrived didn't count...]

No. You weren't like what we hunted...you had compassion.

[Except when it came to Gokudera. But, she didn't blame him for how he reacted to him. Had they been in reversed positions, she'd have been peeved at him too.]

[He let out a little sigh of relief, but... he was worried in the back of his mind. How had he fed without hurting anyone?]

I'm glad.

[Rubbing a hand over his arm, she smiled faintly.]

Me too. Seriously, you don't have to worry about what happened before. All that matters is that you're back.

[He gave her a small smile back]

Back and alive this time.

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

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