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

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[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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[...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.]

[was_a_hunter]

[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.

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[...]

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?]

[was_a_hunter]

[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.]

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[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.

[was_a_hunter]

[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.

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[He gave her a small smile back]

Back and alive this time.