Who: Dean, Sam (
precogging), and his Mom shaped VC. She'll be npc'd by (
refrigeratormom)
What: Killing of the VC. Potential triggers and jearsy moments.
Where: Dean's place of solace.
When: Backdated to the last day of the event.
Warnings: As said above, emotional triggers. Mentions of horrific death. Etc. Etc. The Winchester way.
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The water's gone and the grain is black, it's not exactly where you wanna be. But we're the only true friends you've ever had and this company loves your misery. )
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The house still had that unlived-in smell of dust to it, the dullness of disuse and general neglect.
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What he heard when he walked inside, however, was not something he expected. And what he saw...
Dean had his arms around a blonde that, from the back, looked exactly like their mom. His hand reached back and he placed it on his gun, just in case, but if his brother was okay with this woman... he shouldn't be that worried. Right? Upon further investigation, circling around, he saw her face.
"... Mom," he said, brow furrowing. "How..?"
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"Hi, baby," she beamed, cupping Dean's face in her hands. Sam's arrival got a little almost-chuckle out of her, more a release of breath than anything.
She gave Dean one last little squeeze before turning to her youngest son. "Sam," she reached out to him welcomingly. From one hunter to another she didn't try putting her hands on him yet, not with him looking ready to pull a gun, but her face was warm, if a little sad. "I don't know how, but I knew you'd find me."
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