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badfic_manor2011-10-18 03:43 pm
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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.]]
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.]]
UGH. I HAVE THE DUMB TODAY.
Apparently if you keep an eye on them they can't attack you.
*he's grateful for that, considering he doesn't want you to disappear again*
*snugs*
sorry Charles, he likes ladies >;)awww, Charles.]okay, thanks for the heads up. I'm pretty much staying with Sam at the minute, so we should be fine.
[There's a pause. Between what Sam has told him, and memories of his last trip here, he remembers that he had a plan, and Charles was going to be needed.] When this is finished, there's something I might need your help with.
*pyrrs*
*
Shush, Charles is rather fond of the ladies himself*Good. Just make sure you get inside where they'll have fewer directions to come at you from.
And depending on the favor you can count on me. *pretty much meaning no murder, maiming, brainwashing, etc*
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...Thanks. [He bites at his lip as he switches off, wondering if he'll be asking too much. But then realising he didn't really care: this was Sam after all.]