001 | video

[likemichael]

[Deciding a video is an easy way to spot who is a monster and who isn't, Dean opts to make his arrival a video rather than simply trekking to his supposed apartment and fussing to himself there about the shit storm he was in the middle of. Quick on his feet as always, an alias and story comes to mind instantly.]The name's Dean Young. I'm looking

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[likelucifer]

[ The message is private, and Sam doesn't look happy. ] Gigantor?

[likemichael]

Sammy! [He gives him a quick smile.] At least I didn't say "moose". Hey, where are you? We need to figure out what the Hell is going on here.

[likelucifer]

I'm around. Where are you? How'd we get separated?

[likemichael]

I'm kinda stuck on the "how did we get here" part. I mean, we were at Bobby's-- what's left of it, and now we're here. I'm gonna take a guess and say that angels are screwing with us again. [He'll get back to you on the part of where he is.]

[likelucifer]

Bobby's? Dean, we weren't at Bobby's, we were at that shitty motel after--[ And he stops there, glancing away. ] After we got killed.

[likemichael]

Motel? Wait-- [Give him a second, this was a while ago.] Wait, you're talking before the apocalypse ended. [And he's heading out to find him as fast as he can, with a silver knife on it's way.]

[likelucifer]

...Yeah, we're trying to stop it from happening, remember?

[likemichael]

...Right. [He's making his way back to the station he woke up in, and as soon as he's in range of Sam, he's going to nick him with the knife.] You... feeling alright, Sammy? No headaches? Seeing things? Nothing?

[likelucifer]

Little weirded out by you asking questions like that, considering you know I haven't had visions in a year. [ He's standing in front of the station, on his phone, back to Dean's approach. ]

[likemichael]

[Dean lifts his gaze and spots his over-sized sibling, giving him a half smile.] Just, you know, checking. [And as he approaches from behind, slowly, he scrapes his knife on Sam's arm.]

[likelucifer]

Ow! Hey! What the hell, Dean?! [ Sam slaps a hand over the scratch, stopping the bleeding. ] I can't get possessed, Dean, remember?

[likemichael]

Wasn't looking for possession, Sammy. [He goes to tuck the knife away then pauses, scratching his own arm to show his brother.] Alright, we're both who we really are. So why the Hell are you like two or three years behind me?

[likelucifer]

What are you talking about? You're still freaking me out here, Dean.

[likemichael]

Okay, look, us getting killed in that room, going to Heaven, all of that? That was a long time ago for me. I've lived through the end of the apocalypse, and a Hell of a lot more. [He reaches out to grab his shoulder, giving him a little shake.] We'll figure it out. Come on, we can't stand around all day.

[likelucifer]

[ Sam just stares at him for a long moment before nodding. He doesn't like this, he doesn't like it at all, but he'll go with you, Dean, because he feels terrible about Heaven, feels like nothing he can do can make what wedge came in between them go away. You're more than family, Dean. You're the single most important person in his life. ] Right. Let's see what we can find, yeah? Where's your car?

[likemichael]

[Soulmates, if he heard Ash correctly, but he won't bring it up. That's done and dusted, for him at least, and he's got Sam back, with a soul, a few screws loose but a soul, and if he can keep him moving on baby steps he can keep him around. And at least for now, Sam isn't loopy, he's just a grumpy bitchface, which Dean can work with.

And then he realises his car isn't here.] Son of a bitch! They kidnap me, you, Gabriel, and they can't even give us my baby, come on! [He makes an irritated noise and shoves his hands in his pockets, leading the way to wherever the hell they can actually stay.] So, ugh. Get this -- there are monsters here that are actually nice. A fairy, Sam, that got all uppity because I was being "specist".