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[belligerency]

[Dean looks tired, dazed and confused as he looks around his bedroom and accesses the second level, rubbing at the back of his neck where there's a crown tattoo very similar to that of his brother's -- but, of course, he doesn't realize it's there just yet]

Fuck. Just -- Christ, how long was I gone? Feels like a friggin' year.

Sammy. Both of you

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[ad_perditionem]

[Sam has the most confused and beleaguered expression on his face everrrr]

I---what---I---I don't know if I'm okay.

[belligerency]

Well, you haven't died since I disappeared, for starters, which is good. I just ... man. ... How long was I away? Feels like years.

[ad_perditionem]

I don't know, but it seems like the same thing for me. I could swear up and down that I'm, like, forty now or something.

Dean, did you...are you marked?

[belligerency]

[rubbing at his burn-y neck] Marked?

[ad_perditionem]

Yeah, a tattoo. Everyone who came back has one, according to Axel. Mine is above my other one, you kn---uh, I guess you wouldn't know, would you? [uncomfortable pause] Anyway. Do you have one?

[belligerency]

[blink, then realizing --] You tell me. [he stops rubbing at his neck and pulls down his shirt collar a bit near the back, turns a little -- and Sam will see that there's clearly a crown there]

[ad_perditionem]

[sighs, leaning in and rubbing over it with his thumb to make sure it's the real deal]

Shit. You got one, too.

I don't know what this means, Dean. I really have no fucking clue.

[belligerency]

Shit. ... Aren't there people with crosses around here?

[ad_perditionem]

Yeah. Everyone that came back from this...I don't know, this kidnapping thing? Came back with a crown. [unbuttons his shirt halfway and shrugs it off his shoulder, half-turning so that Dean can see his]

[belligerency]

That's comforting.