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Exhile On Main Street. // Dean // Jun 16, 2016 5:57:23 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Jun 16, 2016 5:57:23 GMT -5

ooc; SEASON SIX. EPISODE ONE.

It had been a year. A year since Sam had taken the tumble into the pit and a year since he'd been mysteriously resurrected. For the entire year he'd barely thought about Dean, which maybe should have been surprising, but he didn't really take the time to wonder about this. Instead, he focused on hunting with his new group of fellow hunters. Samuel, Gwen, Christian and Mark. Campbell.
~~~

"You alright Sam" Samuel wanted to know, passing him a glass of water and handtowel. Sam used the towel to mop some of the sweat from his neck and forehead before taking a long sip of water. "Yeah. Thanks." Samuel had just saved him from a Djinn poisoning with a handy little anecdote about three seconds before he would have suffocated to death. Unfortunately, the Djinn had disappeared before they could take her out. Sam set the water glass down and stood up. "We gotta go after her." "Cool your jets." Samuel waved this plan to the side. "You need to rest. Besides, we don't have a clue where she ran off to. We need to take a minute. Track her again." "I know where she'll be" Sam countered, beginning to pack a bag, complete with six vials of the Djinn anecdote. "What, you got a crystal ball in that bag too" Samuel scoffed. Sam slid two angel blades into the bag just to be on the safe side before zipping it closed and turning to face Samuel with no expression. "She said she wanted revenge, right? For killing her brother a few years ago?" Sam tilted his head to the side and speared Samuel with a pointed look. "Well who else to you think she'd go after?"

Samuel took less than a second to catch up, his eyes going wide. Sam gave a curt nod. "Exactly." Because, after all, Sam hadn't actually been the one to stab the Djinn in the back.

Dean had.

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Exhile On Main Street. // Dean // Jun 16, 2016 16:26:07 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 16, 2016 16:26:07 GMT -5

It had been a year. A year since he'd lost Sam and gone to live with Lisa and Ben as promised. And sure, maybe there were a few lingering aspects of his old life, like the devil's traps painted under every rug ((each of those rugs conveniently located near the doors and windows)), and the gun and mason jar of holy water beneath his half of the bed, but other than that, he was actually adjusting quite well to the suburban lifestyle. Surprisingly well. Actually, it was a little scary how well. He'd become close friends with their neighbor Sid. He had standing Tuesday night poker games and Sunday morning golf games with Sid and a few other buddies from work. He and Lisa even had barbecues in the back yard with Sid and his family quite often. Ben and Sid's two little girls would swim in the pool and Dean, Lisa, Sid and Sid's wife Nancy would sit on the back porch, drinking beer and talking. About normal, every day things. Believe it or not, someone who could have once easily been voted least likely to be Mr. Suburbs was actually filling the role quite nicely.
~~~

When the alarm went off at seven am sharp, Dean threw out one hand to slap the off button, then propped himself up against the pillows, looking around at his and Lisa's room. Lisa rolled over and snuggled closer to him, laying one arm across his chest. Noticing his brooding expression, she raised a concerned eyebrow. "You ok?" It was a question not uncommon for her to pose over the last year, though it had gotten less and less as the days wore on. "Yeah, I'm good" he assured her, before placing a kiss on her forehead and sliding out from underneath the covers to get ready for work.

Work. Now there was a new concept for Dean. Sure, hunting had been his "job" but that was basically a round the clock thing so it was more his life than his work. Now he was a construction worker with set hours and the worst he'd ever gotten hurt was when he missed the nail and hammered his thumb once by mistake. Talk about a 180 degree turn.
~~~

After work, like they would do on multiple occasions, Dean and Sid went out for a beer at their favorite bar to unwind. About an hour into it, Sid was just finishing up some ridiculously funny story about himself and a goat one of his daughters had tried to bring home from the zoo. "And thank God this is before Facebook, right" he chuckled. "Because it'd be me and that goat all over the Internet." Dean couldn't help laughing as well, picturing that. Sid put up his hands in a sort of defensive, 'let's take a step back' manner. "Don't get me wrong, right? No complaints. But if you'd have said to me, "hey, you -- fifteen years from now? Suburbia". Never would have believed you." "Right" Dean agreed, taking a swig of his third beer. "Believe me, I know the feeling."

"So, you've traveled around a lot, huh" Sid wanted to know, still working on his first beer. "Mm-hmm." Dean took another swig and then set the bottle down, nodding. "Yeah, my whole life, pretty much." Sid waited a second to see if Dean was going to elaborate but when he didn't, pressed, "...and?" Dean gave a lazy shrug. "And nothing." "Come on." Sid rolled his eyes. "You -- what, you moved in about a year ago?" "Thereabouts" was Dean's casual confirmation as though he hadn't been keeping track of the time day by day, struggling to make it through. "So I've been buying you beer for a year now" Sid reminded him, leaning forward eagerly. "And I think that means you owe me a couple of gory details." "There's not much to tell" Dean lied without missing a beat. But Sid didn't appear ready to just let it go so Dean expanded upon his lie with a few vague truths. "It's, uh... I lived on the road... Took, uh, crap jobs that nobody else wanted." "Like" Sid prompted, looking interested. "Like...." Dean wracked his brains, finally coming up with, "...pest control."

Sid raised an eyebrow, obviously not expecting this as an answer. "Really?? Pest control?" "Yeah." Dean listed off a few benefits. "You get to work with a partner. You get to help people." He lifted his beer bottle again, swirling the remaining few inches around. "You have no idea what's in some people's walls" he finished, half-smiling at the 100% seriousness of this fact, despite using pest control as a cover for it. "It could eat 'em alive." Sid blinked owlishly. "No kidding." Dean gave a firm nod. "Yeah. Course...that was then. Now..." "You're practically respectable" Sid finished, holding out his beer bottle for Dean to tap with his own, which he did with a clink. "Yeah. Wow. I guess so" he agreed, pulling a face. "That's kind of scary, actually." Not a single person who'd known him in the past would probably recognize him at this point.

"Thanks guys." Their waitress left the receipt on the table, sparing a minute to brush her fingers "accidentally" up Dean's arm on her way past in a flirtatious manner. "I think she likes you" Sid observed, looking amused. Dean held up the receipt, which had the name "Brigitta", a phone number and a heart scrawled on the bottom. "Ya think??" "What is it with you?!" Sid shook his head, laughing. "Like, every time!" "It's like chicks specifically dig unavailable guys" Dean remarked with an amused scoff of his own, tearing up the slip of paper, leaving the scraps in a pile on the table. "Who knew??"
~~~

After parting ways with Sid, Dean headed for his truck. Yes, that's right. Truck. Yet another thing that was different about his new life. The Impala was safety tucked away beneath a heavy tarp in the garage. He'd only just put one hand on the driver's side door handle when the sound of a distant woman's scream reached his still-sharp hearing. Interest peaked, Dean pulled a gun and flashlight...the only two non-construction-type-tools his car possessed, a far cry from the Impala...from the glovebox. Slipping the gun into the waistband of his jeans in the small of his back, covered by his jacket, Dean powered up the flashlight and made his way across the street to the abandoned building where the scream had originated.

There was a pair of telephone poles just outside the front door, each with three long claw marks scratched into the wood. "Hello?" Dean drew his gun again at the building's entrance which had been covered with a plastic sheet and used the gun's tip to push through it, aiming his flashlight carefully. Nothing. Dean climbed the stairs at a slow pace, all five senses on high alert. He checked every corner of every room. Twice.

Nothing.
~~~

"And no one's called about a missing person" he asked the dispatcher in a low voice. Sitting in front of his laptop in the den back home, he was hacked into the police database, scouring it as he talked. "We have three this week" the dispatcher began politely but Dean cut him off with a hasty, "no this would have been today". "No sir, nothing from today" the dispatcher informed him, seemingly un-bothered by the interruption. "So no reports of anything around Vineland and Oak street, near that hotel renovation" Dean pressed, his eyes locked on the screen, not entirely sure what he was looking for yet. "Nothing" the dispatcher repeated. "Are you sure about this?" "Call it a hunch" Dean returned grimly. "I've been a cop for a long time." "I can search" the dispatcher began helpfully but whatever else they said was going to have to remain a mystery because the sound of soft footsteps approaching had reached Dean's ears and with one quick flick of the wrist he'd minimized the police database, bringing up the desktop calendar. "No, I'll call you tomorrow" he said cheerfully, pretending not to have noticed Lisa now standing in the doorway. "You too, man. Bye." Hanging up, he let his eyes finally rest on Lisa, who was watching him suspiciously. "Who was that?" "Sid." Dean put the phone down on the desk, leaning back in his chair comfortably. "Just setting up a poker game." "It's 11:30" Lisa pointed out, raising an eyebrow. Dean glanced at the computer's clock in the bottom right hand corner and feigned surprise. "Is it really? Well, that explains why he was asleep when I called." His smile was strained. "I'll be right up."

Lisa eyed him in that "I know something's up with you but I also know you aren't one to talk about your feelings but I'm here for you if you need anything" kind of way that she was so good at, dragging out her, "...okayyyy" before retreating upstairs. The second she was gone, Dean flicked the mouse again, bringing the police database back up. But eventually he had to admit defeat. There was nothing to be found about the abandoned building. It was almost like he'd just imagined the whole thing.
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The next day on his way home from work, Dean was stopped at a red light, staring idly out the driver's side window of his truck, waiting for the light to change when his gaze landed on a telephone pole across the street and his heart sank. Three long claw marks gashed into the wood just like at the building's entrance last night. Pulling over to the side of the road and parking, Dean stepped out of his truck and locked it up. Stashing his gun once more in the small of his back and covering it with his jacket, Dean then made his way over to the pole. It was while he was running his fingers over the scratches that his eyes landed upon three more of them in the next telephone pole up the street. Frowning, Dean approached that one next, only to notice the same thing on the following pole as well. It was like the claw marks were leading him somewhere.

So he followed them. And the final set of claw marks were on the garage door of a house three doors down from his and Lisa's place. Inside the garage was a horrible thumping, crashing and growling sound. Dean tensed up, drawing his gun and cocking the hammer in preparation. With the other hand, he reached out to snap open the garage door to find......a yorkshire terrier playing with a garbage can lid. Dean let out a deep breath as the yapping dog rushed past him, closing his eyes momentarily, letting the tension ease out of his stiff shoulders. "Dean??!!" Dean's eyes snapped open again at the sound of Sid's alarmed call. "Is that a gun??" Sid's eyes were locked on the weapon in Dean's hand, looking thoroughly spooked. "No, no" Dean rushed to object but he couldn't really think of anything else it might be and shrugged sheepishly. "Yeah. Well, it's -- I got a permit for it." "What, to shoot the Glickmans' dog?" Sid was still staring, flabbergasted. Dean forced a chuckle, thinking on his feet. "I thought that was a possum. Remember when I said I was in pest control? Well, possums carry rabies, so..." He mimed the shooting action, struggling to keep his expression from giving away that he was full of bs with that bit of information. "I...did not know that." Sid's eyes were still on the gun. "Oh, yeah. Yeah. Possums -- possums kill, Sid." Dean nodded confidently a few times, his gaze landing on a small pile of yellow chalk-like powder on the garage floor on the final nod. His heart sank. "Oh, crap."

"What??" Sid was starting to look annoyed as well as confused. Dean knelt next to the pile and ran two fingers through it before lifting them up and rubbing them together, feeling the powder. Then, just to be 100% sure he brought his fingers up to his nose, gave a tiny sniff, and recoiled. "Sulfur." Straightening up, he tucked the gun out of sight again and began speed-walking back towards his house. "I gotta go, I'm sorry." "Dean, wait a second" he could hear Sid calling after him but he didn't slow down. Instead, he booked it to his garage, slid back the part of the tarp that was covering the Impala's trunk, got her keys from a nearby toolbox and opened the trunk up. After propping up the false bottom with the barrel of one of the many shotguns stashed inside, he pulled out his old trusty duffel bag and began filling it with supplies. In went a flashlight. In went a salt gun. In went a container of salt. In went a jar of holy water. And in went Ruby's knife.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the garage. Swiftly, Dean kicked the fully supplied bag under the car, closed both the false and real trunk lids, locked it up, tossed the keys into the toolbox and yanked the tarp down just in time. Lisa stepped into the garage, leaning against the door frame, watching Dean carefully as he reached into the toolbox and grabbed the first thing his fingers could find. "Hey Lisa. Just getting a hammer." "So, I just ran into Sid" Lisa mentioned casually, her tone treading somewhere between concern and disbelief. "Did you almost shoot a Yorkie?" Dean opened his mouth to deny this, then decided against that and gave an awkward smile instead. "Technically."

Lisa let out a worried breath. "What's going on with you?" "Nothing" was Dean's immediate reassurance, which wasn't bought for a second, proven by Lisa crossing her arms and pinning him with a perceptive stare. "How come I don't believe you?" Dean set the hammer down with a sigh and came clean. "I just -- I, uh, I-I got this -- I don't know, spidey sense." "Ok." Lisa dropped both arms to her sides and took a step closer with a knowing expression. "Are you hunting something?" "Honestly?" Dean thought back to the events of the last 24 hours, trying to look at them from a different perspective. There could be perfectly logical reasons for the screaming, the claw marks, and the sulfur. "Uh, at first, I thought that I was" he admitted. "But I'm pretty sure that I got worked up over nothing. It's, uh, you know..." "It happens" Lisa assured him, touching his arm in a comforting manner. Dean let out a short breath, focusing himself and taking Lisa's hands in his. "I'll tell you what -- just because, you know, I have an OCD thing about this, why don't, uh, why don't you and Ben go to the movies, hit the cheesecake factory -- you know, hang out with the teeming masses, and I'll do one last sweep just to be 100%." Lisa squeezed his hands gently, staring into his eyes with affection. "Ok. Be careful." Dean's lips twitched wryly.

"Careful's my middle name."
~~~

When Lisa and Ben were safely out of the way, Dean returned to the garage, ready to collect his bag and head back to the Glickman's garage as a starting off point. But as he stepped back into the garage, the lights began to flicker. "Aw crap" he muttered in an undertone, reaching behind him to draw his gun. Keeping said gun at eye level, Dean began to move stealthily towards the back corner of the garage, a small rattling noise having gotten his attention. He rounded the corner with speed, gun ready, only to find that a simple soccer ball was the cause of the noise. First a dog and then a soccer ball. "Get it together Winchester" he commanded himself internally. Shaking his head a few times to clear it and re-focus, he turned around. And came face to face with Azazel.

"Hiya, Dean. Look what the apocalypse shook loose." His pale yellow eyes glinted in the garage's dim lighting. "You have fun sniffing that trail? 'Cause I sure had fun batting you around." Dean took an automatic step backwards. "You can't be." "Oh sure I can" he chortled. "The big daddy brought your pal Cas back, right? So why not me? Add a little spice to all that -- that sugar." He made a face. Dean, despite knowing it would have zero effect, fired three quick rounds into Azazel's torso. The demon looked down at the newly formed holes in his shirt and then back up at Dean with a 'oh you can do better than that' kind of expression on his face. "Really? After all we've been through together?" He stepped forward with alarming speed, knocking the gun from Dean's hand and pinning him to the wall by his throat, using one hand. "You know, you got a great little life here" he went on conversationally as Dean began to choke for air. "Pretty Lady -- real understanding. Hell of a kid. And how do you keep your lawn so green?" With a nasty laugh, Azazel put a little more pressure on Dean's windpipe, starting to lift him off the floor. "I mean, come on, Dean. You never been what I'd call brainy, but did you really think you were gonna get to keep all of this? You had to know that we were coming for you sometime, pal. You can't outrun your past." Dean's feet were scrambling for a foothold, his eyes beginning to roll back in his head. And then, just before he lost consciousness altogether, someone came sprinting up from behind Azazel, plunging a vial of something straight through his back and landing in Dean's chest. And the weirder thing was...

He could have sworn it was Sam.

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Exhile On Main Street. // Dean // Jun 16, 2016 17:21:57 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Jun 16, 2016 17:21:57 GMT -5

After plunging the vial of Djinn anecdote into Dean's chest, Sam carried his unconscious brother to an abandoned building a few blocks away and lay him down on a cot in the bedroom, taking a seat on a overturned box on the other side of the room. And then he waited.

It only took about half an hour before Dean was rocketing up like he'd been fired from a canon, staring at Sam like...well, like he'd seen a ghost. "Hey, Dean." Sam got to his feet with a somewhat crooked smile. Dean went right on staring. Sam held his arms wide, giving Dean a clear path. "I was expecting, uh... I don't know, a hug, some holy water in the face -- something." "So I'm dead" Dean falsely concluded with glassy eyes. "This is Heaven? Yellow Eyes killed me, and now"- Sam's eyebrows flew to his hairline in surprise. "Yellow eyes? That's who you saw??" "What do you mean, 'saw'?" Dean was looking more confused by the minute and he still hadn't risen from the cot. "You were poisoned" Sam explained bluntly. "So whatever kind of crazy crap you think you been seeing, it's not real." "So then...are you..." Dean looked as though he was trying extremely hard not to get his hopes up. "I'm real" Sam assured him, drawing a silver blade from within an inner jacket pocket. "Here, let me save you the trouble." He drew the blade across the underside of his lower forearm, producing a small cut that dripped red, human blood, with no burning or steaming side effects. He wrapped a bandana around the cut, knotting it into place. "All me."

Next, he picked up a jug of water from the floor and poured some salt into it before taking a swig and making a face as the unappealing liquid slid down his throat. "That's nasty" he remarked, coughing slightly and putting both the jug and his knife down. "See?" "Sammy?" Dean rose slowly to his feet, his eyes wide with awe. "Yeah. It's me" Sam promised yet again. And in two giant strides, Dean had crossed the floor to pull Sam into a bone-crushing hug. Sam returned it with a little less enthusiasm, though if Dean noticed the lack of passion in the hug, he didn't mention it. Instead, after a solid two or three minutes of clinging to his younger brother, he backed off a pace and held up one hand, in a sort of 'flag on the play' motion. "Wait a minute, wait a minute. You -- you -- you were -- you were gone, man. I mean, that -- that was it. How the hell are you"- "I don't know" Sam admitted honestly. Dean frowned, looking confused again. "What do you mean you don't know?" "I mean, no idea" Sam repeated his earlier sentiment with different words, gesturing vaguely. "I-I'm just back."

"Well, was it God, or -- or Cas" Dean pressed with rising amounts of curiosity. "I mean, does Cas know anything about it?" Sam shrugged indifferently. "You tell me. I've been calling. Cas hasn't answered my prayers. I don't even know where he is." He recognized somewhere deep inside of him that maybe he should feel insulted by this fact but he just couldn't be bothered. "I mean, I was... down there, and then, next minute, it's raining, and I'm lying in that field, alone" he finished with a shrug. "It's kind of hard to go looking for whatever saved you when you got no leads. But I looked. I mean, believe me, I looked... for weeks." As soon as he'd said the words he wanted to call them back. For an instant, Dean simply bobbed his head in acceptance of this fact, but then it registered on his face, his head freezing mid-bob. "Wait, weeks?" He twisted his head sideways so that he was looking directly at Sam. "How long you been back?" Sam studied his hands with interest. "How long you been back, Sam" Dean demanded, echoing his previous question sharply. Sam heaved a heavy sigh, lifting his eyes to meet Dean's probing ones. "About a year."

"A year" Dean echoed blankly, looking for all the world like someone had just punched him in the face with a brick. "Dean"- Sam tried to head him off before he got going but it was too late. "You've been back practically this whole time" he snapped furiously. "What, did you lose the ability to send a friggin' text message?!" "You finally had what you wanted Dean" Sam pointed out in a calm tone, not really bothered by the amount of hostility in his brother's voice. "I wanted my brother alive" Dean was Dean's exasperated counter to which Sam argued back with flatly, "you wanted a family. You have for a long time, maybe the whole time." It had never really dawned on him until a few years back when Lisa had re-entered Dean's life. Sam had always been the more vocal one about wanting a family and a normal life but now that he was looking back on it, he was surprised he'd never pieced it together before now. "I know you" he continued, staring Dean down. "You only gave it up because of the way we lived. But you had something, and you were building something. Had I shown up, Dean, you would have just run off." Dean looked away, neither confirming nor denying this, though it was pretty obviously the truth. Sam let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry. But it felt like after everything, you deserved some regular life."

There was a lengthy stretch of silence before Dean cleared his throat and changed the subject. "So what you been doing?" That seemed like a pretty silly question but Sam answered it anyway. "Hunting." "Hang on a second." Dean held up his hands like a cop stopping traffic. "You left me alone and went off flying solo??" Hunting by yourself was never a good idea. Sam knew that. He wasn't an idiot. "Not solo" he corrected. "I hooked up with some other people." Dean scoffed. "You? Working with strangers?" Sam shook his head with a tiny smile playing at his lips.

"More like family."

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Exhile On Main Street. // Dean // Jun 17, 2016 22:57:47 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 17, 2016 22:57:47 GMT -5

Dean's head was spinning. "What are you talking about" he wanted to know finally, trying to put aside the whole 'Sam's been back for a year' problem to focus on the cryptic 'more like family' hunters he'd been working with for that time frame. Sam tipped his head towards a closed door off to their left. "Come with me." With relatively high levels of skepticism, Dean followed his brother through the doorway into the adjoining room where three people were sitting, two men and one woman. The woman got up immediately and came over, offering her hand for Dean to shake. "Hi." Dean's return greeting was a little slower, still trying to process everything. "...hi." "My God, you have delicate features for a hunter" she observed, studying him. Dean took his hand back. "Excuse me??" She smiled slightly. "Dean, Gwen Campbell" Sam introduced, inclining his head. "Good to finally meet you." Gwen inclined her own head back in Sam's direction. "Sam's gone on and on." "And this is Christian... and Mark" Sam finished the introductions. "Campbell." When Sam had introduced Gwen, the name Campbell had rung a faint bell but now that he'd said it again, with more emphasis, Dean realized where he knew it from. "Campbell" he repeated curiously. "Like..." "Like your mom" Christian finished, nodding in confirmation. Sam pointed at Gwen. "Third cousin." He moved his finger to Christian. "Third cousin." And finally he pointed to Mark with a small chuckle. "Something, something twice removed." He lowered his hand. "They grew up in the life, like Mom and like us." "I thought all of Mom's relatives were gone" Dean returned before realizing that might not have come off in the way he meant it to and backtracked a little. "I'm sorry. It's just, you know, why didn't we know about any of you?" "Because they didn't know about you." The voice that answered was not Mark, Christian, Gwen's, or even Sam's.

Samuel Campbell rounded the corner, continuing to speak while Dean stared. "Not til I brought you all together anyway." If Dean's head had been spinning before, that was nothing compared to what it was doing now. "Samuel??" "Guys, give me a minute with my grandsons here, please" Samuel requested over one shoulder. Gwen, Christian and Mark all filed out of the room. Samuel addressed Dean next. "Lot of resurrections in your face today. It's all right. Take a minute." Dean ran a hand over his face, wandering a few steps away and then turning back to face them both. "It's gonna take more than a minute" was all he could think to say, followed by a shaky, "I mean, what the hell? H-how did this happen?" "We're guessing whatever pulled Sam up pulled me down" Samuel theorized. "So, whatever this is, we're both a part of it." "...but you don't know what that something is" Dean concluded. Samuel nodded. "Bingo." "And you have no leads" Dean pressed, looking from one to the other. "Nothing?" Sam and Samuel both shook their heads. Dean massaged his temples, feeling the beginnings of a migraine coming on. "Well, this -- this is..." Unable to find the words to finish that sentence, he tried a different approach. "No more doornails coming out of that door, is there?" He half expected to see one or both of his parents walk around the corner next and he wasn't sure if that would have made him feel better or worse.

"As far as we know, it's Samuel and it's me" Sam promised. Dean studied their blank, calm faces, feeling sort of like he was tumbling down a flight of stairs. "Okay, am I the only one here that -- that -- that thinks that this can't all just be fine" he demanded, rushing to get the words out. "Believe me, you're not" Samuel assured him with a fierce passion, then switched gears immediately, clearly picking up on the issue that was still bothering Dean the most. "I wanted to come get you, of course. But Sam was adamant about leaving you out, so we did. Until this obviously." "Right." Dean swung his gaze to Sam. "And you ended up in my garage how?" "I got hit before you did, few days ago" Sam explained. "Dosed up with poison." "By" Dean prompted when Sam didn't elaborate. "Couple of Djinn." "Djinn?" Dean frowned in confusion. "I thought those were -- were cave-dwelling hermit-type. That's pretty exotic." "No" Sam corrected before correcting himself as well. "Not anymore, at least. These...look like regular people. They can blend in. And all they got to do to kill you is touch you. Their toxins get in your system, all of a sudden you're hallucinating your worst nightmares, and pretty soon you O.D." "Well, then how are you breathing air" Dean wanted to know, obviously glad he was but still massively confused. Sam inclined his head at their grandfather. "Samuel had a cure." Dean switched his gaze over to Samuel, staring blankly. "You had a cure for Djinn poison??" That seemed odd and maybe a little too coincidental.

"Oh, I know a few things. Stick around, I'll show you tricks your daddy never even dreamed of" Samuel promised with a dry smile. Deciding to leave that comment alone, Dean looked at Sam again. "And why are these things after us?" "Well you did stake one awhile back" Samuel reminded him before Sam could answer. But he added a statement of his own. "After they came after me, we were pretty certain that they were gonna go gunning for you next." "Lisa and Ben, they're at the house right now" Dean realized with a jolt of panic. "If that thing comes back"- "It's all right. I already sent someone over there to watch 'em" Samuel reassured him but Dean was already moving towards the door. "You have to take me home. Right now."
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"Lisa?" Dean pushed through the front door, his panic climbing. "Ben??" No answer. Trying to stave off the utterly agonizing terror that was clogging his heart and lungs with each passing second of silence that met his cries, Dean called Lisa's cell phone. Nothing. "Dean." Sam's voice was tight, addressing him from the window. Dean hurried over and followed the younger Winchester's gaze out to the car parked outside. The hunter Samuel had sent over to watch Lisa and Ben was in the driver's seat, pale as all get out, obviously dead. Dean's heart stopped. Crossing the kitchen floor in three long strides, his fumbling fingers grasped onto the telephone and punched in 911. The operator had barely gotten out the traditional opener of "911, what is your emergency" when the front door opened, revealing Lisa and Ben. Hanging up, Dean sped to their side, pulling them both into a bone-crushing hug, relief flooding his whole body.

"Where the hell have you been" he demanded, releasing them. "We -- we were at the movies." Lisa gave him an odd look. "You knew that." Dean vaguely remembered suggesting this course of action to her now that his heart rate was returning to normal. Ben looked between his mother and Dean. "What's going on?" "Go upstairs and pack a bag" Dean instructed, ignoring the question. "Where are we going" Lisa wanted to know without moving. "I'm taking you guys to a friend's house." Dean inclined his head towards the stairs with an encouraging nod. "Go. It's okay. I'll be there in a sec." "Um..." Ben had taken two steps and stopped, his eyes roaming upwards to land on Sam's face as he entered the kitchen. Lisa paled. "Oh my god." Dean smiled tightly. "Lisa, Ben, I don't know if you remember"- "Sam." Lisa put a hand to her mouth. "You...you're..." "Yeah, he's back" Dean confirmed.

They were still just a little shy on the 'how that happened' part of the equation.
~~~

Dean knocked three times on Bobby's front door. Bobby opened it and, upon seeing Dean, Lisa and Ben and obviously knowing something was up, his shoulders sagged. "Dammit." Dean smiled dryly. "Good to see you too Bobby." "If you're here, something's wrong" was all Bobby said in response, looking worried. Dean gestured Lisa and Ben through the doorway, introducing them as he did so. "Bobby, this is Lisa and Ben." Lisa smiled awkwardly. "Hi." Bobby tipped his cap at them both. "Well, it's nice to finally meet you two. Mi casa es su casa and all that." He left the door open and pointed down the hall. "Maybe you want to just go upstairs and get settled. TV's broken, but there's plenty of Reader's Digest. Just don't touch the decor, okay" he finished as a sort of afterthought as Lisa put an arm around Ben's shoulders and led him towards the stairs. "Assume it's all loaded." He rounded on Dean the second Lisa and Ben were out of sight. "What's going on?" "Uh..." Dean tried to think of where to start.

In the silence that followed, Sam came wandering through the front door. "Hey Bobby." He nodded casually. Dean waited expectantly for the loss of color in Bobby's face. Or for some kind of stunned remark. Something that might illustrate the total bewilderment Dean was still feeling. But instead, Bobby simply gave a curt nod of recognition and returned the greeting as though it was completely normal to see someone who had died a year ago standing in your foyer. "Sam." "You knew" Dean accused, narrowing his eyes at Bobby. It was the only possible conclusion he could gather from that exchange. "You knew Sam was alive." Bobby sighed in resignation. "Yeah." "How long" Dean demanded sharply. "Look, Dean"- Bobby tried to avoid the subject but Dean was having none of it. "How. Long??" "All year" Bobby admitted finally with another heavy sigh. Dean threw up his hands in frustration. "Ob you gotta be kidding me!"

"And I'd do it again" Bobby insisted, stabbing Dean in the gut with his words. "Why??!" "Because you got OUT, Dean!" Bobby locked eyes with the older Winchester intensely. "You walked away from the life. And I was so damn grateful, you got no idea." Dean shook his head in exasperation. "Do you have any clue what walking away meant for me?" "Yeah -- a woman and a kid and not getting your guts ripped out at age 30" Bobby shot back, getting right in Dean's face. "That's what it meant." "That woman and that kid -- I went to them because you asked me to." Dean pointed over Bobby's shoulder at Sam who nodded firmly. "Good." Dean stared back at him, gaping for a minute until he was able to collect his thoughts and snap, "Good for who?! I showed up on their doorstep half out of my head with grief. God knows why they even let me in." He held up one hand, beginning to list things off irritably. "I drank too much. I had nightmares. I looked EVERYWHERE. I collected hundreds of books, trying to find anything to bust you out." "You promised you'd leave it alone" Sam argued, looking disappointed. "Of course I didn't leave it alone" Dean fired back without missing a beat. "Sue me!"

Shifting his gaze back to Bobby, all the fight seemed to just drain out of him at once. "A damn year?? You couldn't put me out of my misery?" "Look, I get it wasn't easy." Bobby gave him a hard look. "But that's life! And it's as close to happiness as I've ever seen a hunter get." Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and counting to five. When he opened his eyes again, Bobby's expression had softened. "It ain't like I wanted to lie to you, son" he assured him quietly. "But you were out, Dean." With crossed arms, Dean set his jaw.

"Do I look out to you?"

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Exhile On Main Street. // Dean // Jun 17, 2016 23:20:44 GMT -5

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-- "Lisa" --

After making sure Ben was all settled in with one of his gameboy games and some headphones, Lisa made her way back downstairs to find Dean waiting at the bottom of them. He inclined his head in the direction Lisa had just come from. "How's he doing?" "He's ok." Lisa took a seat on the bottom step and gave it a pat with one hand for Dean to join her. "How are you?" He'd been acting sort of funny lately, although now that she knew Sam was back from the dead, she supposed it made sense. Ignoring the question...something else he'd been doing a lot of lately...Dean took one of her hands in his own. "Look, I know Bobby's a little crotchety, but he's great. He's gonna look after you guys. But, uh, me and Sam, we're gonna head out." Lisa frowned curiously. "For how long?" Dean stared deep into her eyes, his own becoming slightly glassy. "I'm so sorry Lisa." Lisa's frown deepened. "For what?" "Those things were coming for me" Dean explained in a hollow tone. "And I should've known." Lisa's expression softened, losing the frown. "How could you have known a monster would show up?" That was ridiculous.

Dean shook his head, looking miserable. "I just should've known. I should've known that if I stayed with you that something would come, because something ALWAYS does. But I was stupid and reckless and..." He lowered his vision to the floor but not before Lisa could make out the sight of a single tear falling down one cheek. "You can't outrun your past." "You're saying goodbye" Lisa realized with a flip of the stomach. Dean raised his eyes to hers again, the tear track still visible. "I'm saying...I'm sorry" he corrected. "For everything." Lisa stared at him for a minute before shaking her head and declaring, "you're an idiot."

Dean blinked a few times, obviously not expecting that reaction. Lisa dropped his hands, getting a little fed up with his whole bury the pain and try to take everything on alone thing. "I mean, I know it wasn't greeting-card perfect, but we were in it together" she reminded him. "I was a wreck half the time" Dean reminded her in turn. "Yeah, well, the guy that basically just saved the world shows up at your door, you expect him to have a couple of issues." Lisa gave him a pointed stare before calming down enough to smile fondly. "And you're always so amazing with Ben." She remembered countless occasions where she'd glanced out the front window while drinking her morning cup of coffee to find Dean and Ben playing catch or working on the truck. And she remembered countless more times of the two of them helping Ben with homework and glancing over to see Dean's doting expression whenever his eyes landed on Ben and he didn't think anyone was looking. "You know what I wanted, more than anything" Lisa went on quietly. "...was a guy that Ben could look up to...like a dad." Dean looked away, the muscle in his jaw tightening. She could see him swallow hard. "So, you're saying it's all bad, Dean" she challenged, watching his profile, feeling her heart swell with love.

"'Cause it was the best year of my life."

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Exhile On Main Street. // Dean // Jun 18, 2016 15:19:40 GMT -5

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After parting ways with Lisa and pulling himself back together, Dean collected Sam from the kitchen and the two of them headed back to the abandoned building where the Campbells had set up shop. "So what's the plan" Dean wanted to know about three seconds after they'd entered. "Well, right now, we stock up, get set" Christian informed him from the table where he was cleaning his gun. "So you're saying there is no plan" Dean summarized in a perfect deadpan. "We'll find 'em" Christian assured him, unfazed by the jab. "Just got to be patient." "Yeah, okay." Dean nodded curtly, diving right back in after only a second's pause. "Oh, hey, here's an idea. Why don't we go kill the sons of bitches that broke into my home?"

Christian put his gun down and held up his hands to slow Dean down. "Relax, Dean. We got it handled. Djinn are hard to draw out. Now, you've been out of the game for a while. Leave it to the professionals." Out of the corner of one eye, Dean noticed Sam ducking his head to hide the half-smile that seemed to say "bad move pal". Dean smiled tightly at Christian. "Yeah. Sure." He held up one finger to make his point. "Tiny suggestion. You see, djinn are easier to draw out when you got bait. They want Sam and me. They know where I live. Now, I haven't been hunting in a while, but I'm gonna stick my neck out and guess that's a pretty good place for us to go." His smile turned sarcastic, his tone doing the same. "See? It's almost like I'm a professional."
~~~

Back at the house, everyone started to spread out. Gwen picked up a cosmo magazine from the coffee table, smirking. "Huh. I love this one. Yours or, uh, your wife's?" "Give me that." Dean snatched the magazine from her just in time to notice Mark picking up a framed picture of him, Lisa and Ben from the mantle. "Hey." He walked over and grabbed it with his other hand, replacing it to the mantle in agitation. "Do me a favor -- don't touch that." "Golf??" Now it was Sam's turn, pulling the sack of clubs out of the closet with an arched eyebrow. "It's a sport" Dean defended himself, starting to feel dizzy from all the running around to protect his and Lisa's belongings he'd just done. "Sure." Sam chuckled, replacing the clubs. Dean rolled his eyes. "Bite me."
~~~

Needing to take a minute, Dean ducked into the kitchen to splash some cold water on his face and then pat it dry with a dishrag. "Nice house." Samuel wandered in. Dean draped the rag over one shoulder and sighed. "Yeah, sure, go ahead call me a soccer mom. Whatever." ""Soccer mom," huh" Samuel quoted with a shrug. "Well, I'll have to look that up on the "intranet"." He half-smiled, looking proud of himself for using the "lingo" of younger generations. After a beat his smile faded. "You know, believe it or not, I...I get it, Dean. You wanted a normal life. Your mom wanted a normal life, too." And even though he didn't say it, the words "and look how that turned out" seemed to hang there unspoken until he went on. "You remind me of her, actually. The attitude, for one thing." Dean cracked a half smile of his own at that. Samuel rested his back up against the counter next to Dean. "Your brother tell you what we been dealing with the past few months?" Dean shook his head. There hadn't really been time for that yet. "No, not really." "I've never seen anything quite like it" Samuel admitted. "Been working 'round the clock." Dean lifted an eyebrow. "So what's going on?" "We don't know." Samuel shrugged cluelessly. "But whatever it is, it goes way past a couple of djinn acting off -- Nocturnals attacking in broad daylight, werewolves out on the half-moon, creatures that we've never even seen before. We don't -- we don't even know what they are." He took a deep breath, let it out and kept going. "I'm knee-deep in half-eaten human hearts and exsanguinated 10-year-olds, and it's all making me.. Uneasy." "So what's your theory" Dean wanted to know, earning another clueless shrug. "You tell me. All we really know is it's all hands on deck. We're counting on each other right now. That's how it is with Campbells." Samuel pushed off the counter to come stand directly in front of Dean. "We need you, Dean."

Dean shook his head with regret. "Look, I hear you, but"- "You don't know what you're part of, Dean" Samuel interrupted intensely. "You know, you had ancestors hacking the heads off vamps on the Mayflower. What I'm saying is that we're your blood. And we're out there dying, trying to get in front of whatever this is." He clapped Dean on the shoulder, looking half annoyed and half sympathetic. "Maybe not the best time for golf." He raised an eyebrow in a "think about it" kind of way before wandering off. Dean closed his eyes and counted to five. Again.
~~~

Rather than wind back up in the living room with the others and have to deal with more pointed little quips and jabs about the way he'd lived his last year, Dean found himself in the driveway with Mark, the one Campbell who hadn't said a word to him yet, good or bad. He was holding a pair of binoculars, staring off into space. "You don't really say much do you" Dean observed. "Enough" was the one word answer that proved his point. "Any sign of 'em" was Dean's next question. "Three Djinn off in the trees." Mark offered up the binoculars. "Here." Squinting through them, Dean could make out the form of three people just sort of hanging out lazily in the branches of some trees two houses down. They didn't appear to be making any move towards the house.

Dean and Mark re-entered the living room together where Dean wasted no time in announcing, "those djinn are just sitting out there, watching us. Everybody's got to clear out." Christian frowned. "What?" "They're not gonna come in here until me and Sam are alone" Dean pointed out wisely. Samuel didn't appear too fond of the plan. "So, what, I'm supposed to leave you here with no backup?" "Dean's right" Sam agreed. "They're smart. They'd wait till they weren't outnumbered." Samuel looked between the brothers for another minute, at first appearing as though he might refuse, but finally gave a clipped nod. "All right, we won't be far. You call when they come, you hear?" Dean waved this off in a distracted, 'yeah, sure whatever' kind of way. Samuel sighed and gestured to Gwen, Mark and Christian briskly. "Pack up. We're out of here." Gwen and Mark filed out of the house with no complaint. Christian spared a final dirty look for Dean, obviously not appreciating how he'd just sort of waltzed in and started barking orders after a year on hiatus. Dean stared back at him, almost challengingly, until he'd vanished from sight through the front door, at which point Dean walked straight back into the kitchen to splash some more cold water on his face, gripping the edge of the sink for support.

Sam wandered in behind him, leaning casually against the doorframe. "You ok?" Dean pushed off of the sink and turned around, his expression hard to decipher. "Oh yeah." He nodded sarcastically, wondering how on earth Sam would think he was anything close to ok. Sam simply waited silently, watching him. "No" Dean finally corrected, throwing up his arms in exasperation. "This is... This is crazy. I mean, you, Grandpa. Whoever brought you back..." "They don't want to be found" Sam reminded him. Dean massaged his temples with two fingers from each hand, closing his eyes briefly. "Yeah, I get that part" he assured Sam tightly once he'd opened them again. "But who are they, and what do they -- what do they want? Why?" Sam shrugged, not looking entirely interested in the subject. "That is a good question." Apparently having run this topic into the ground, and getting nowhere with it to boot, Dean changed tracks without warning. "Do you remember it?" Sam pushed off of the doorframe, crossing to pull two beers out of the refrigerator. "What? The cage?" Dean accepted the offered beer and twisted off its cap easily. "Yeah." Sam took a long sip of beer before nodding a slow confirmation of this fact. "You want to"- Dean began but before the whole question could make its way out of his mouth, Sam was shooting him down. "No." Dean eyed him sympathetically. "Well if anyone can relate..."

"Dean, I don't want to talk about it" Sam stressed with a great deal of emphasis, putting down his bottle. "I'm back. I get to breathe fresh air, have a beer, hunt with my family, see you again. So why exactly would I want to think about Hell?" Dean realized he was being a tad hypocritical, seeing as how when he'd gotten back from hell, he'd done everything in his power to keep what had happened a secret from Sam, refusing to talk about it, just like Sam was doing now. It wasn't like he was the poster boy for talking about your feelings or anything. Still. That was him, not Sam. "But you"- He stopped cold mid-sentence, his eyes having latched onto the sight of Sid and Nancy through their kitchen window next door. Both of them were extraordinarily pale, appearing to be having seizures in the middle of their kitchen floor. Standing beside them was Brigitta, the waitress who had hit on Dean at the bar, though her arms were now covered with long spiraling black tattoos and her eyes were gleaming blue. "Sid!" Dean dropped his beer bottle into the sink with a crash and began to sprint for the front door. Sam grabbed his arm on the way by. "Dean, they're already dead, and you know it" he insisted without a hint of emotion. "This is happening because of me" Dean argued, wrenching his arm free, grabbing four vials of the anecdote from the bag by the door, and hurrying across the street. By the time he had reached the house, Brigitta was nowhere to be seen. Sid, Nancy and their two girls were lying motionless on their backs, no color left in their faces. "Sid." Dean knelt at his side, feeling for a pulse. Nothing.

He'd barely straightened up when something hard connected with the back of his skull, sending him stumbling forward a few paces, dropping the vials. Turning around, he found himself face to face with two goonish thug types, both with the same Djinn tattoo markings up their arms and glowing blue eyes. Dean balled up his fists and landed a solid jab to one of their jaws before the other managed to subdue him, grabbing both his arms and pinning them at an awkward angle behind his back. Dean winced, struggling as best he could without dislocating a shoulder. "You made it through that last trip" Brigitta announced suddenly, coming out of the shadows, her blue eyes glowing. "So how about a big, fat double dose?" The tattoos on her arm seemed to be growing, stretching towards her fingers as she reached out to grab Dean's chin with force. "Bad news -- it'll kill you. The good news? At least you'll go fast." This time Dean could feel the toxins entering his blood stream, sweat beginning to form on his forehead immediately, his vision blurred. Brigitta nodded and the Djinn holding him dropped him to the ground in a crumpled heap. "That's for our brother, you son of a bitch" Brigitta whisper-hissed, before she and the other two Djinn strode through the front door. It wasn't too hard to guess their destination.

"Sam" Dean tried to shout, struggling back to his feet, blinking several times to try and focus his vision. Outside the window, Lisa and Ben could be seen, walking in the direction of their house. "I just -- I-I couldn't sleep at that house" Ben was saying, sounding unsettled. "It's ok" Lisa promised him. "We'll call Dean." They continued walking, straight towards where the three Djinn were waiting. "No!" Dean stumbled forward, dizzy, knocking over a chair as he went. "Lisa! Ben!" "Ah, don't worry about them Dean." Azazel was back. "Worry about me." He winked at Dean before vanishing and reappearing in the kitchen window of Lisa and Ben's house, giving Dean a little wave. "No!" Dean's heart flip-flopped in his chest. "Stay away from them!"

Suddenly, without warning, Dean found himself in Ben's room back at the house, lying on his bed. "Dean, help me" Lisa was begging in terrified panic as she was dragged up the wall to the ceiling. "Lisa!" Dean tried to spring off the bed but found himself unable to move. "LISA!" Flames began to lap around her, a red circle of blood blossoming on her stomach, leaking through the white nightdress she was suddenly wearing. "This is all your fault Dean" she whispered as the fire consumed her. "Lisa!!!!!" His breathing was strangled, coming out in choking gasps.

And then he wasn't breathing anymore.

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Exhile On Main Street. // Dean // Jun 18, 2016 19:10:07 GMT -5

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When Dean didn't return after a few minutes, Sam headed for the door, intending to go after him, but stopping short as he was accosted by the three Djinn. "Your turn" Brigitta smirked, reaching for Sam who dodged the attempted grab, reached behind him and snatched up the first thing his fingers found, which turned out to be one of Dean's golf clubs. Swinging it wildly, he managed to take down the two male Djinn before Brigitta was able to get a hold on the club, yanking it from his grasp and throwing it aside. Sam took a step backwards, feeling his back brush up against the wall, leaving him nowhere else to go as Brigitta advanced, her tattoos expanding the entire length of her arm. Sam tensed.

Suddenly, Brigitta was stumbling, something having struck her across the back of the skull from behind, giving Sam the opportunity to duck out from his little entrapment of a corner. Samuel was standing there, a cast iron frying pan in one hand, a silver blade dipped in lamb's blood in the other. "I've got her" he assured Sam, dropping the pan and keeping the blade out at an arm's distance defensively. "Go get Dean." Sam hesitated another second, something not entirely like himself, then grabbed up the last vial of anecdote and booked it across the lawn to the house next door. He was barely in time.

Dean was lying on his back, not breathing, his eyes rolled back in his head. Following instinct more than desire, Sam quickly felt for a pulse with one hand while using the other to jam the anecdote into his chest. It took a few seconds to circulate, but Dean eventually opened his eyes, gasping for air as though he was coming up from underwater. Clasping one hand with one of Dean's, Sam helped pull him into a seated position. "You ok?" Dean twisted his head slowly around to stare at Sam with a 'really??!!" kind of expression. Sam held up his hands, wordlessly apologizing for the question, his lips twitching. In retrospect, maybe it wasn't the smartest of things to ask.
~~~

"So...Samuel and the cuzzes?" The boys were back at Lisa, Ben, and Dean's house twenty minutes later, Dean seeming to be fully recovered from his two doses of poison. "Don't know." Sam shrugged, pulling two more beers out of the refrigerator, neither of them at all fazed by the fact that it wasn't actually his refrigerator or beers for that matter. He'd called Samuel as soon as Dean was alright and Samuel had sounded kind of cagey when he'd explained that he, Gwen, Mark and Christian had gone back to their temporary base and suggested Sam just meet them there later. Sam said as much. "They left in a hurry. I'm meeting them back at their place." He twisted off the top to his beer, waited a second and then flicked his eyes sideways to Dean with interest. "You, uh, you coming with me?" Dean considered it for a minute and then shook his head, setting the untouched beer bottle down on the counter. "No. No, I'm going back for Lisa and Ben." Sam furrowed his brow, confused. "I thought you said"- "I did." Dean switched his head from the shake to a nod. "I changed my mind." "Look..." Sam made a face. "I practically shoved you at them." Dean arched an eyebrow. "...funny way to put it but alright." He waited, obviously looking for the point to that remark, which Sam delivered next. "I'm just saying, I really wanted that for you. And when I told you to go, I-I thought... You could have it, you know? But now I'm not so sure." He sighed reluctantly. "I mean, you got to consider the fact that you'll be putting them in danger if you go back."

"So, what, it's better to leave them alone, unprotected, and then they're not in danger" Dean challenged, looking upset with himself. "This is all my fault. I did this to them. I made them vulnerable the moment I knocked on their door, and I can't undo that. But what I CAN do is go with the best option." He stared Sam down, apparently looking for some kind of objection or argument but instead Sam simply held up his beer-free hand, backing down. "I hear you. I guess I just...wish you were coming, that's all." Dean tilted his head to one side. "Why?" "Don't be stupid" Sam scoffed, looking away. "No I mean it." Dean straightened his head. "You know plenty of good hunters. Even more now. I'm rusty. I did something seriously stupid going out there. I almost got us both killed." "And that's exactly why I want you" Sam returned with the ghost of a smile. Dean stared blankly. "What are you talking about??" "You just went." Sam shrugged, setting down the beer bottle as the two of them walked side by side out the front door. "You didn't hesitate. Because you care, and that's who you are. Me? I wouldn't even think to try." "Yes you would" Dean argued, giving Sam an odd look. Sam tried to smile. Ok, yes, maybe the Sam that had existed before jumping into that pit would have, but this Sam...well, he knew something was a little off with him, he just couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. Other than he didn't sleep, eat, or really have any feeling about anything at all. Ever.

"No, Dean." Sam shook his head and then half-shrugged. "I'm telling you, it's just better with you around. That's all." He felt more like his old self with Dean around, even with having to pick each and every word and expression he used to try and sound like it. Dean bestowed a fond smile upon his younger brother before reaching into one pocket. "Listen..." He pulled that hand free, revealing the Impala's keys in his palm. "Take her. She should be hunting." Sam recognized that this was a pretty big step for Dean but respectfully declined anyway, trying to at least look grateful for the gesture. "Thanks. Really. But I already got my car set up how I like it." There was an awkward pause. After a few seconds of this, Sam inclined his head at the aforementioned car, parked alongside the curb. "I should hit the road." Dean nodded understandingly. "Keep in touch, ok" he requested with a saddened smile. Sam mimicked the expression. "'Course." He took a few steps towards the car and then turned around. "It was really good to see you again, Dean."

He almost meant that too.

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Exhile On Main Street. // Dean // Jun 18, 2016 19:38:29 GMT -5

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"You too." Dean watched his brother drive away with a heavy heart. After a year of thinking he was dead, a year of missing him so much it literally hurt his heart to simply think about him even in passing...he wanted nothing more than to be able to just jump in the Impala and get back to hunting with him like the old days. But he couldn't do that to Lisa and Ben. He loved them. They were his family now too.

And family was everything to him.

[THE END.]

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