An Awkward Surprise with immortalwin

[second_son83]

Sam really hadn't had a full nights sleep in a long time. So when he was woken up by something unknown, he wasn't too surprised. He shifted sleepily and blinked through his hair to check his watch. 6:27am. Perfect. They had to get going early today anyway. He stretched on his stomach and rolled off of his sleeping bag up into a sitting position.

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[immortalwin]

Dean yelped and turned away from the window, shielding his eyes. "What the fuck are you doing?! Shut those things!" He stood up and darted into the bathroom to escape the sun.

Dean slammed the door behind him but stopped when his eyes refused to adjust to the dark bathroom. He knew Sam and him had pretty much avoided the sun lately but he didn't think it would blind him this much. Finally giving up he turned on the lights and let out a scream. There in the mirror was him, like it had been before he was turned. He could usually see himself in the mirror but his reflection was translucent and a little faded.

[second_son83]

Sam was left alone, standing there more confused than ever. "D-dean?" he called out tentatively after hearing the yelp from the bathroom. "Are....you okay?" He took a few steps towards the bathroom, watching the door intensely.

[immortalwin]

The door burst open and there stood Dean, panic clear on his face as he pointed at the mirror. "I...I can see myself. Sammy, what in the fact is happening?"

[second_son83]

Sam took a few steps back as the door opened again. Something was seriously wrong... He peered into the bathroom and yes... Saw Dean's reflection in the mirror. "Uhh... Could you not before?"

[immortalwin]

"But....I can see me!". And his eyes grew even wider when he noticed the other thing reflected in the mirror. "I can see you!". There was something seriously wrong here, and for the first time since he woke up he really took in his surroundings.

The sun was shining in but he didn't feel hot or tired, He could hear things, he could see things but everything seemed muffled. No, this wasn't possible. He immediately rushed to Sam and put a trembling hand on his chest, feeling the unmistakable beat up his heard. He stared up at Sam with wide, terrified eyes, "you're human...."

[second_son83]

Dean was going crazy. There was no other reason for this crap to be happening. He stayed still as Dean came near him. He could feel the hand shaking on his chest. Yeah... Something was seriously wrong.

At that statement, Sam's heart sped up just a tiny bit more, fear creeping into his eyes. "I've always been human, Dean... Are... Are you feeling okay?"

[immortalwin]

He shook his head, voice trembling with unshed tears. "No, no you're not, we're not! We haven't been human in over ten years.....something's wrong.". He brought a hand to his own chest and started hyperventilating, something he hadn't in years.

[second_son83]

Sam had no idea what to do. What the fuck was he supposed to do? Dean looked like he was gonna fucking cry and was talking about things that really weren't true. What...

"I... Dean? Just..." he put his hands on Dean's upper arms and led him back to the chair. "Sit down and... take a deep breath."

He poured Dean a glass of scotch and tried to hand it to him. Sam wasn't one to make Dean drink but... Alcohol would make things better, right?

[immortalwin]

"I shouldn't have to fucking breathe," he muttered but followed Sams instructions and sat down. He didn't know what was going on but this was not his fucking Sam and he wanted his back! He glared at the scotch and pushed it away, he wasn't in the mood.

[second_son83]

Sam set the glass down on the table near Dean and took a step back. "P-people breathe, Dean... It's a normal thing for people to do."

He wasn't gonna admit that Dean was scaring him but the look in his eye should tell Dean enough without having to voice it. Sam swallowed nervously and looked around, waiting for the archangel to pop out and tell him that this was all a dream or something... but nothing happened.

[immortalwin]

"you're....really not my Sam, are you? Ok look, something happened, I'm not where I should be and I just wanna get home.". He frowned and looked up at Sam, "You got old."

[second_son83]

Not where he should be?? Sam's head tilted and he again looked for the angel. Still not seeing anything, he decided to go with it. This couldn't be that bad, right? He just... wouldn't go anywhere. He'd stay there and then the real Dean would come back and explain everything and then everything would be okay. He'd just deal with his imaginary Dean for right now.

The 'you got old' comment threw him for a second and he blinked down at Dean. "Well... You're older so...," he paused and shook his head.

"Hold on... You wanna get home? Where is home? I'm... I'm confused." Not the first time lately, is it Sammy-boy? He looked up to see where the voice was coming from and spotted Lucifer leaning in the door way to the bathroom. The angel raised his hands. Don't look at me. I've got nothing to do with this.

[immortalwin]

"I don't know what the fuck this is, if Lilith is somehow behind this but I want to go home, this bullshit.". He stood up and stepped closer, looking at him carefully. "Ok....how old are you?"

[second_son83]

Sam blinked a few times at the name of the dead demon. "I'm.... I'm 29. I turn 30 in a few months... And... Lilith's been dead for years. I killed her. It's what started the apocalypse."

Again he looked up at Lucifer who just smiled at him, then looked back at Dean. "How old are you..."

[immortalwin]

"You killed Lilith?". His eyed widened a little. Well, looking like there was one nice thing about this world, "I-I'm 29....or 39 I guess. I was 29 when I came back from hell.". He just shut his eyes for a moment, wishing he could be back in his Sam's arm when he opened them again. "you're not supposed to be that old. You never get older than 25."

[second_son83]

He completely skipped over the whole 'you killed Lilith' thing. Cause that was a very touchy subject for Dean and him. They rarely spoke of it. Not that it came up often or something. Sam eyes Dean cautiously. "Why don't I get older than 25? People don't just stop aging, Dean..."