thirty-third ghost faced

[srsbusinessk]

[ video ]

[See Sam. See Sam sleeping. See Sam roll onto his back. This is a rare occasion for the younger Winchester - getting decent sleep, that is, and it's a damn good thing he isn't Dean because otherwise the Network would get a face full of Sasquatch snoring. But no, he's peacefully asleep, unaware of the filming and why should he be? It's

Comments

[dude_imbatman]

Sammy? You okay?

[See Dean ditch work to check on his baby brother. Sorry City but there's a priority to things here and Sam's always going to be at the top of that list]

I'll be right there. [Is that the sound of tires squealing? Nope. Surely not]

[srsbusinessk]

Okay? Like Hell I'm okay! I'm fucking alive, Dean!

]Yeah, puppy's angry. And sloppily getting dressed to run downstairs and meet Dean in the parking lot, because he's got a real strong urge to knock his brother on his ass and he's not waiting for this one.]

[dude_imbatman]

[Dean pulls the Impala to a screeching halt in the parking lot, opening the driver's door and hitting asphalt about the time Sam does. Sam's thinking punch, Dean's thinking hug and some back patting to make sure Lazslo really filled his part of the deal.]

[srsbusinessk]

[Sam's definitely thinking punch, but then there are arms wrapped around him and the anger just kind of temporarily peels away into "goddammit, I hate this guy but he loves me" and then he's hugging right back, pressing his lips into a tight line. Just the Winchester Way, and this has to be the millionth time that Dean's sacrificed himself for him.

But the difference is that this time, he didn't want it. Sure, he didn't want Dean to sell his soul to bring him back the first time, but this is different. Sam didn't want to be alive. So he claps his brother on the back before pulling away from him and doing his best not to freak right the fuck out.]

You are such a jackass, you know that? You should've said something.

[dude_imbatman]

So you could bitch at me too? Cas already did that for you before he left.

[Dean shoves his hands in his pockets. He doesn't exactly maintain eye contact but he's checking Sam out, making sure everything is okay.]

[srsbusinessk]

Cas? [He told him to watch out for Dean. And he knew he wanted to make a deal, which means--] Sonnuva bitch.

[He runs a hand through his hair and tries to look anywhere but Dean. Whereas his brother's got his hands buried in his pockets and is closing himself off, Sam's a loose wire, shoulders slack and eyes wrought, and he can't seem to stand still. Everything telltale sign that something is clearly eating him up inside.]

[dude_imbatman]

Yeah. And if Cas can go then so can I and I'm not leaving you here alone.

[Now you see the reason for Dean's plans. Selfish? Hell yes. Dean doesn't care]

Hey, Sam--[Dean reaches out and puts his hands on Sam's shoulders] Look at me. Whatever it is gave 'em, I'm not missing it.

[srsbusinessk]

Dean, I don't--.

[He cuts himself off, grimacing and still trying not to look Dean in the eyes. But then he's being forced to, and he is utterly bemused with a hint of horrified.]

You don't even know what you gave them? [Jesus fucking Christ.] Tell me you're still alive, at least.

[dude_imbatman]

Heart still going thump thump. I'm good. [Clearly he's fine with this. More than fine]

[srsbusinessk]

[That at much helps him relax a little. It's usually a life for a life. He exhales shortly, then nods his head and speaks quietly.]

Good. That's...that's good.

[There is so much more on his mind. But at least Dean's relatively okay.]

[dude_imbatman]

Don't sweat it, Sam. I'm fine. You feel okay? [Because clearly he's going to be more worried about Sam and how he feels]

[srsbusinessk]

[He doesn't wanna say it. He nas no right to. Back to the jittery restlessness, he has to turn for a second and pace a little before shaking his head.]

I'm not, Dean. I'm not--.

[Okay. He stops again and turns back to back him but keeps the distance in between.]

It's this...this place, man. Maybe it's made me complacent or something, I dunno, but. I don't wanna go back.

[dude_imbatman]

[Dean thinks about that a long time before he answers Sam in a very quiet voice] Yeah...I thought about offing myself so we could both stay here.

[he clears his throat and his voice is more normal] Then Cas left and things are shit there and we can't let him clean it up by himself.

[Can you hear the "Carry on Wayward Son" theme music here?]

[srsbusinessk]

[He can, and it has him laughing dryly. That wasn't their arrangement. Why the fuck should they have to keep fighting?]

What are we supposed to do about it though? I mean, we go back there, I get shoved six hundred feet under with Lucifer and Michael, and you, you promised not to--.

[Ranting. He's ranting. He shakes his head again, lowering it.]

I know we can't stay here forever, and I'd've kicked your ass if you'd--. [So not going there.] I'm grateful, I really am. I'm just...fucking terrified, man.

[dude_imbatman]

[And that deserves another tight hug. Dean's not letting go this time.]

We'll figure it out, Sam.

[srsbusinessk]

[This isn't one Sam's looking to get out of. He hugs him back just as tightly, because he's not sure what there is to figure out. But it's Dean. He always comes up with something.]