ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ↭ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏs. (ʙᴀᴄᴋᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ 2ɴᴅ)

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[On the screen appears a very drunk, very disgruntled looking Dean. You'll notice his hair is in complete disarray and there's blood stains on the front of his long sleeved shirt.]

This place is bullshit. [Dean stops a belch and it goes down his chest. It's a very flattering image.If it ain't one thing it's another and I've had up to here with

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Dude, what the hell? What's wrong with you?

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[In an indignant tone:] Nothin', I'm just awesome.

Can you make it to house eleven?

I'm on the third floor.

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Yeah. Yeah, I'll be there in ten. [ S-so concernicus.

He leaves fast and takes the road at a light jog, and it's not long before he's there. Door-banging. ]

Dean?

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[Dean opens the door with his good hand and waits for Sam to get inside before kicking it closed with the heel of his boot. He goes back to the table where his long nursed glass of whiskey is sitting, puts down another, and starts to fill it up.

You probably remember the motel room that his place looks like, Sam. He tailored it to his tastes.] You're gonna need this, trust me.

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[ Yeah, he remembers. It's weird though. And he doesn't say anything about it. Sam doesn't take the glass right away, giving it an unsure glance before picking it up and taking a small sip. It burns way more than he remembers it burning. Maybe it's just because he's been without for as long as he has. ]

What the hell's going on? What's with you?

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Lucifer's here. Don't know how he managed to crop up in the city, but he's here and from the looks of it he's not too far off from where we found him in Detroit. That's what's with me. [He couldn't handle the fall out again. He was still repressing what happened in Lawrence, it had only been a few months and it still hurt. Speaking with the devil sent everything boiling to the surface. Even if they had an agreement to stay out of each other's way Dean didn't trust it. Not a bit. Dean still doesn't know about the time line discrepancies. They hadn't gotten very far past silver blades and holy water when he and Sam last met up. It still hurt to look at him, which explained the evasion tactics and the time spent away. This time it was serious.]

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... Lucifer. [ Snort. ] You're kidding.

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No, I'm not kidding, and to be honest I'm getting really fuckin' tired of your attitude. He's Lucifer, the morning star, the devil, abaddon... whichever way you wanna swing it he's the real deal.

You should know that. [He looks confused for a moment.] You don't know that?

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How the hell should I know that? Why should I know that?

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[Dean rubbed at his temples and just exhaled a long winded breath.] Did some of your memory get wiped out comin' out of the pit, or... [He trailed off. Dean considered for a moment that because Lucifer was still in Nick and from before it all got ugly Sam might be too.] When's the last time we saw each other?

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I'm pretty sure you just came back from Hell, Dean.

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[possemagnet]

[Dean eyes him warily, and puts that together in his head.] Yeah, I'm from 2011. We're... not on key with each other. Angels let me out of the pit. There's a whole 'nother story you don't know so pop and squat and poor yourself a drink because it's gonna take a while.

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[ Drink is being poured and Sam... takes a swig because he feels like that's the only way he'll be able to brace himself for all the shit he's about to hear. ] So you're... from the future? Seriously?

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Yeah, and lemme tell ya the destiny bullshit puts us through a real ringer. [Dean sighs and slips into the chair opposite to him.]

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[ Uh - ] Should I even ask?

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Would just waste your time. I'm gonna fill you in on the details now.