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[likemichael]

[The phone comes on to a shaky feed and it's clear whoever is recording this isn't the main focus of the broadcast. Instead, it tilts up to show a man covered in blood and filth and wounds. He holds a strange weapon and it's obvious that Dean is wary, alert, and more than prepared to shoot or stab someone if they get in his way

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[ipod_less]

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[Darcy's right. When Sam had made that post about Dean disappearing, Darcy hoped that he'd be back. And she was right. But, mother of god, what happened to him?] Dean, it's Darcy. Are you all right? Where are you?

[likemichael]

[Dean responds after a few minutes.] Not sure. It's been a long time since I was here. Darcy... Darcy Lewis, right?

[ipod_less]

A long time? [Darcy parrots, brow knitting with concern.] How long? Yeah, it's me.

[likemichael]

Nearly two years. Give or take. How long's it been here?

[ipod_less]

Two years? [Darcy can't stop her myna bird impression.] It's been, like, a week. Dean. What's the nearest landmark you see? Maybe I can come meet you?

[likemichael]

Yeah, almost two. [He's coming up for thirty-four this month, although it was just about October back home.] Just made a run from the station. I remember this is the Business District and the crappiest bar in the city is two blocks north of here. You don't need to meet me if you're busy, I'm fine.

[ipod_less]

Oh, my god. [Darcy exhales sharply.] Okay. That's a few blocks north of me. I can be there in ten minutes. [This is Darcy's way of saying she is not too busy for Dean.]

[likemichael]

Right. I... guess I'll wait here then. [He half-laughs.] See you in ten.

[ipod_less]

[Ten minutes later, Darcy is hurrying to the bar. The wind whips her hair away from her face and she cringes a little. Why didn't she grab her scarf? Well, it's not her scarf. She forgot it at work last night so Magnus made her wear his this morning. She sees a very dirty, bloody Dean outside the bar, holding some wicked looking equipment.] Dean! [She speeds up a little, lifting her arms for a hug. Jesus, it's been two years for him.]

[likemichael]

[Dean's grin is bright, crinkles the corners of his eyes, and he doesn't even hesitate to wrap his arms around her when she lifts hers for a hug, his blade still held in one hand.]

Damn, it's good to see you, sweetheart. [He leans back enough to see her face.] Don't mind the gore, it's a fashion statement.

[ipod_less]

[When she sees that smile, she smiles right back. She hits his chest like he's a brick wall and slides her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Her nose crinkles. Wherever he's been, it did not smell good.] It's good to see you, too, Stinky. [When he leans back, she looks him over.] So is this mostly your blood or someone else's?

[likemichael]

[Dean laughs a little and shrugs.] Some of it's mine. Most of it's not. [He shakes his head and pulls away, taking hold of her hand as he notices something and lifting it up.]

You're engaged? Damn, when did this happen?

[ipod_less]

You're gonna be in the shower for three hours trying to get the smell out of you. [Darcy teases.] Want me to lend you some soap that'll make you smell all pretty?

[Her cheeks flush and her smile brightens.] Maggy proposed on Christmas Day. We're getting married on the twenty-second. [A beat.] Of this month.

[likemichael]

I'm sure Sam's got enough girly soaps at home for me, don't you worry about that. [He smirks a bit.]

Yeah? That's great. The... twenty-second? That's... I have no idea what day it is, only that it's January.

[ipod_less]

Okay. Offer's still on the table, in case you change your mind.

[Darcy nods, her smile getting a little bit of an edge to it.] It's two weeks. From today. I'm getting married in two weeks. [She swallows hard.] And I still haven't found a dress. [Oh god panic.]

[likemichael]

I'll pass. [He hasn't stopped smiling, at least.]

Jesus Christ. You need to get your ass movin', don't ya? I mean, you should have everything ready by now, right?