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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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[zombie_pen]

[hugs his brother tightly, much like in Mystery Spot when it's Wednesday]

Dean, Christ. Are you okay?

[buries his face in his brother's shoulder, then blinks in surprise, catching a glimpse of the crown on Dean's neck]

You have one too. & it's like mine.

[belligerency]

[hug] Yeah. I'm fine.

[... neckrub] Apparently. Sounds like we should be worried.

[zombie_pen]

You realize we're starting to look like twins, dude? We've got two matching tattoos now.

[grins, trying to take the edge off]

[belligerency]

[following Sam's lead, because angst =/= welcome here] Yeah, we're cool.

[zombie_pen]

Oh, absolutely. The coolest.

[belligerency]

We're gonna need matching clothes.

[zombie_pen]

Oh hell yeah, man.

I don't know if they have a shop for midgets around here though. [grins]