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The Curious Case Of Dean Winchester. // Dean // Dec 19, 2015 15:24:02 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 19, 2015 15:24:02 GMT -5

"Everything we put in that spell was kosher" Bobby pointed out as he and Dean drove along in his van, back towards Patrick's apartment. "Yeah, everything except the damn toothpick" Dean reminded him, his thoughts a tangled mixture of frustration that he was still stuck looking like this, and worry for Sam. If the toothpick had been the wrong one then that meant Patrick was onto them. "So you got to go get a speck of DNA." Bobby put the van in park, gesturing at the high-rise they were in front of once more. "Strap on your track shoes." "Oh goody." Dean made a face. "More stairs."
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"It's too damn clean in here" Dean whispered over the phone twenty minutes later, having scoured most of Patrick and Lia's apartment, coming up dry. "First witch I ever heard of who didn't spew bodily fluids all over the place." "Well there has to be something" Bobby countered, listing a few examples off. "Toothbrush, comb—anything." Dean gave his head a grim shake.

"Nothing."

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The Curious Case Of Dean Winchester. // Dean // Dec 19, 2015 15:35:48 GMT -5

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Sam stacked ten chips together and pushed them towards the center of the table. "Bet ten" he announced, glancing down at his cards with a straight face. "Well, look at you." Patrick raised an eyebrow. "The percentage player betting the farm. Awful transparent of you, Sam. I mean, if I had a monster hand like you have, I'd trap you. But you get so excited, you bet yourself right out of a big pot. I fold." He pushed his upside-down cards into the middle of the table as Sam gathered up the chips, not adding much to his dwindling pile. "Set of ladies, I'm guessing" Patrick guessed. There was already a pair of queens in the middle so another pair of them would be four of a kind, which was basically the second best hand you could get in poker. Not much of a chance of anything beating it. Sam flipped over his hand, revealing a three and a five, giving him nothing better than the pair of queens already on the table.

Patrick nodded, impressed. "Nice bluff. If we had time, I could make a real player out of you." "I got time" Sam insisted, knowing he needed to give Dean and Bobby as much of it as possible to come up with an alternative solution. "Maybe" Patrick allowed with a sly grin. "But I can't say the same for Dean. Your brother's gonna be dead soon. And when I say soon...I mean minutes." Sam's expression, which had remained stoic and blank all game, changed at once to one of fear and worry. He was on his feet in seconds, but Patrick yanked him back down with witchcraft. "The game's not over till I say it is" he declared with authority. "Blinds." Patrick flipped two chips into the middle and Sam slammed one of his own down impatiently. Patrick dealt two face-down cards apiece. Sam glanced haphazardly at his cards, the four of spades and diamonds, then tossed another chip into the middle carelessly. "So." Patrick lay down three cards in the middle of the table. The ace of spades and fours of hearts and clubs. "When it's about your brother, you get so emotional, your brain just flies right out the window. Good to know." Sam clenched his jaw.

"Go to hell."

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The Curious Case Of Dean Winchester. // Dean // Dec 19, 2015 15:39:10 GMT -5

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Dean had wandered into the final room of the apartment. Sitting on the edge of the coffee table was a wine glass with a spot of wine still in it. There was no lipstick stain so odds were that the glass was Patrick's, not Lia's. Starting for it, Dean felt a sharp stab of pain unlike any he'd felt as an old guy thusfar. He crumpled to the ground, groaning. "Sam..." In the far distance, almost like through a tunnel, he could hear Bobby's alarmed calls of his name through the phone which he'd dropped and couldn't reach. "Dean?? Dean are you there???" Another spike of pain coursed through his whole body.

He was dying.

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The Curious Case Of Dean Winchester. // Dean // Dec 19, 2015 16:04:42 GMT -5

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Sam swept one arm across the table, shoving all of his chips into the middle. "I'm all in." Patrick checked his own cards with a heavy sigh. "Don't do that Sam." "I can't leave until it's over" Sam pointed out sharply. "Fine. It's over. Now, where's my brother?" "Look, there's poker and then there's suicide" Patrick informed him, frowning. Sam stared him down with narrowed eyes. "Just play the hand." "Fine." Patrick sighed once more, then added all his chips to the pile as well and dealt the next two cards: the seven of diamonds and nine of spades. "I'm sorry, kid." He flipped over his face-down cards with a genuinely sorrowful expression. A pair of aces. "Aces full." Sam let out a breath, having known from the flop his hand was going to be hard to beat but this was a pretty close call. Off to the side, Lia was silently crying, tears spilling down both cheeks. "You're crying" Sam observed, managing a small smile. "For a witch, you're so nice, it's actually kind of creepy. It's okay" he added with an encouraging nod. "It was a great hand." Patrick moved to collect the chips. "Just..." Sam's voice stopped him. "Not as great as..." He flipped his own cards over, placing each of the fours next to their counterparts. "Four fours."

Patrick settled back in his chair, nodding in approval. "Well played" he praised. "You know, that whole...going-out-of-your-head bit—very method." Sam collected his chips, saying nothing. Patrick nodded yet again. "Well, there's more to you than meets the eye." He raised his whiskey glass in a toast. Sam nodded once, then pointed at his winnings. "Cash these in for Dean please." Patrick chuckled. "With pleasure."
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"No tricks? You actually beat the guy?" It was the next morning and the three of them were back at the motel room, Dean once again his proper age. They hadn't really talked much the previous evening. Sam had booked it back there as soon as Patrick had done his little witchy number and had been relieved to find normal Dean. After that, they'd all conked out, exhausted. So now, Sam was filling the other two in on what had gone down. To say they both looked stunned would be an understatement. Bobby raised an eyebrow. "How the hell?..." Sam grinned, shrugging modestly. "Just got lucky." Dean pulled a bacon cheeseburger from the bag he was holding...probably using the fact that it had bacon on it as an excuse to eat it for breakfast...and took a bite, giving an impressed nod. "Nice work." "Thanks." Sam shifted from one foot to the other to lessen the itching between his legs. "Alright, well I'll see y'all guys later." With a quick wave, he headed for the door. Dean tilted his head to the side curiously. "Where you going?" "Um...nowhere" Sam lied evasively, which neither of the other two bought as was evident by their expressions. Sam sighed. "A booster shot" he finally admitted, holding up a warning finger at the sight of Dean's spreading grin.

"Don't say it."

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The Curious Case Of Dean Winchester. // Dean // Dec 19, 2015 16:32:37 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 19, 2015 16:32:37 GMT -5

"Well, I guess we can get the van loaded." Bobby inclined his head at Dean's duffel bag and Sam's backpack, both ready to go. Dean allowed himself one moment of inner enjoyment at Sam's destination before sobering up. Placing the burger down on the table, he held up one finger and cleared his throat. "I shouldn't have called you an idiot" he informed Bobby regretfully. Bobby rolled his eyes. "Which time?" "I'm sorry" Dean apologized sincerely. "I mean, I actually—I, I get it. Getting old ain't a bachelor party." He could now say that with 100% understanding. "And dealing with the crap you got to deal with"- "Don't you go on pity patrol" Bobby interrupted with a frown. "I'm not" Dean assured him, holding up his hands. "I'm not. I'm just...I'm saying, you know, if I was in your shoes..." "You'd never stop complaining" Bobby finished with a snort. Dean stared at him for a minute, annoyed. He was honestly trying to say something serious here and Bobby was cutting him off at the pass every time.

"Fair enough" he allowed finally, getting to the part he really wanted to make clear. "You're not useless, Bobby." "Ok. Good talk." Bobby tried to roll past but Dean stepped in his path. "No, just wait a damn minute and listen to me" he ordered, taking a seat so they were on the same eye level. "You don't stop being a soldier 'cause you got wounded in battle. Okay? No matter what shape you're in, bottom line is, you're family." His tone softened a few degrees, becoming rich with emotion. "Now, I don't know if you've noticed, but me and Sam, we don't have much left. I can't do this without you." He locked eyes with Bobby, repeating this last bit for emphasis. "I can't. So don't you dare think about checking out. I don't want to hear that again."

There was a long silence. Bobby's eyes held the faintest hint of glassiness. "Ok" he relented at last, his voice thick with emotion as well. Dean let out a long breath of relief, smiling fondly. "Good." Bobby's returning smile was gruff but affectionate. "Thanks." There was another beat of silence, shorter than the first, and then Bobby cleared his throat. "Now, we done feeling our feelings? 'Cause I'd like to get out of this room before we both start growing lady parts." Dean chuckled and stood. "Yeah, we're done." Reaching for the burger, he had it halfway to his mouth before changing his mind and with a pointed gesture, tossed it into the trash can. "Come on Ironsides." Slinging his duffel bag over one shoulder and Sam's bag over the other, he headed for the door. "Oh, that one's sticking, huh?" Bobby sighed and rolled himself over. Dean glanced over one shoulder, grinning.

"If the wheel fits..."

[THE END.]

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