[Okay, Dean's back. He just appears in his room, and the first thing he does is reach for the communicator. This has gotta be a crazy dream. He can't be back here.
He can't. He clicks on the feed, looking a little non-plussed.] ...I'm back here?
[Okay. He had some people he had to speak to. He clicks off the public, and puts the private feeds
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Dean. Holy shit, you're not dead! Where the hell are you? Where did you g- dude, we need to talk! Right now!
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just, get your ass to my room. [He's not fixed the trap yet, don't worry.]
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You're really back. I'm so sorry. I swear, man. I was so drunk I wasn't thinking straight.
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Hell, I'd do the same if mom ever... [But it's not likely. He knows that, hence: no getting his hopes up]
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Wait. Where the hell did you go?
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[he chuckles] It sucked at the time, but in hindsight, some of it was awesome.
Like fighting dragons. [Not being death. That sucked the major leagues.]
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and yes dragons. Though, they looked nothing like in the films.
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You're gonna have to tell me the story. All of it. Over some pie...
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Of the dragons, or just being at home? [You'll get some of it, if the latter is the case.]
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[He's sat there like: Missed me because we're friends, or because you shot me in the foot and felt guilty?]
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You wanna go somewhere? I don't wanna be in your room.
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So, what happened whilst I wasn't here? [making the small talk whilst they walked. Plus, Cas hadn't been overly heplful. All he'd got was that Gabriel was here.]
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