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[loaded_wolf]

Angua came back into Dean's room after doing her best to feed water to Roger and O-Ren, and frowned when she saw Castiel in his usual chair, arms braced on his legs and head tipped down. Probably praying

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[weary_head]

Dean woke up, stiff and aching all over but for his right arm, which was completely dead. Eyes blinking open, he quickly saw why. Angua was wrapped around him like an octopus, face pressed into the hollow of his throat, each even breath tickling at his skin as she slept.

"Hey," he rasped out, taking in the rest of what he'd come to think of as home in the dim, early morning light. "Angua. Wake up."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua's eyes fluttered open upon hearing her name, cheeks flushed in surprise.

"You're awake," she said in wonder, a smile taking over her whole face. "You're back." she pulled herself up on her elbows, leaning in to kiss Dean's face. "Dean..."

[weary_head]

"Easy," Dean murmured against her lips. New York was still fading behind his closed lids, but he knew what had happened to him, and by her reaction, what hadn't happened to Angua this time around.

"I must taste like day old asshole."

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"Well that's a nice thought," Angua laughed, and nuzzled his cheek. She was just so happy he was awake, she didn't care what he smelled like.

"Are you okay? Where did you go?" And why wasn't I there, with you?

[weary_head]

"I'm fine. New York in the late eighties," Dean said around a too dry throat. "Nothing a little classic rock couldn't fix."

He stroked his hand over her hair, ignoring the leaden weight of his arm. "Roger's world."

[loaded_wolf]

Dean's voice sounded like he'd been drinking, though Angua was sure it was because of the exact opposite. She reluctantly pulled away from him to get the water on the nightstand, offering it over.

"Roger's world?" she echoed. "I guess that's why he was out. Was O-Ren with you?"

[weary_head]

Dean shook his head, carefully tipping some of the water into his mouth. "Shit. Was she out, too?" He laid his head back against the pillow. "I sure hope she didn't go home."

[loaded_wolf]

"Me too. I've been worried. About all of you," Angua admitted, sitting up next to Dean. She ran a hand through his hair, smoothing her palm over his forehead.

The bed suddenly dipped as Black Dog jumped up on the bed with them. "Gods," Angua groaned as the dog nearly crushed her legs. "Ugh. Black Dog missed you, too. He hardly left the bedroom."

[weary_head]

"Whoa," said Dean, stopping Dog's face an inch away from his own. "Damn, your breath smells worse than mine does," he groaned.

He managed to make Dog content with some hearty scritches behind the ear, eyes eventually landing on a weird bit of string around his wrist.

Dean drew his arm in front of his eyes. "The hell is this."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua rolled her eyes.

"Castiel. He was here the whole time you were asleep. I had to actually kick him out last night." He gaze drifted to Dean's shoulder a moment, then back to his eyes. She motioned to the bracelet. "I reckon he proposed marriage or something."

[weary_head]

"Son of a bitch," Dean murmured, staring at it in surprise. "It's a friendship bracelet." He turned his head towards Angua, lips beginning to quirk in a smile.

"I thought the crazy bastard was joking, but I guess not. It's a, uh. Sort of an Earth tradition, usually only kept by teenage girls."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua smirked. "So you're a teenage girl now? Does that mean I can get you into a skirt?" she asked innocently, touching Dean's hip.

[weary_head]

"If you didn't these last couple days, I'd say that ship has sailed," said Dean, letting his hand rest against Dog's enormous neck.

[loaded_wolf]

"Could barely get near you with Dog and Castiel keeping watch," Angua teased, curling back up against his side, hand idly stroking his chest.

"So, you were really okay? There weren't any...demons, or, things like that?"

[weary_head]

"Just Roger's brand," Dean sighed. "Sickness, poverty, freakin' cold ass nights. It wasn't as bad as it sounds, though." He turned his face towards hers. "He's got a lot of love back home. Makes me feel better about the one stuck back there. He's not sitting around, waiting to die. He's livin', at least."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua ran her fingers lightly over Dean's cheek, along the thick stubble she'd been tempted to shave while he was gone.

"Good," she said, feeling warm all over. It was really good to hear that about Roger.

"Speaking of lives back home..." She briefly considered not saying anything at all, but if he didn't hear it from her, chances were Castiel would say something anyway. He hand found his once burned shoulder. "Castiel told me about what he did for you, back in your world."