[open] faces look ugly when you're alone.

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Who: Dean, OTA. (Multiple threads/thread jacking very encouraged!!)
What: Arrival. Dean's making his way to the boarding house.
Where: Town Square
When:Day 42. Late afternoon/early evening.

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[imnot_likeyou]

Sam was still trying to get a handle on Peaksville. He doesn't like it. Walking around got him nowhere but turned around in circles and the people that actually lived there? No help. He was starting to think that Yellow Eyes might have just started this to screw with him. He won -- technically. Jake wasn't dead, but maybe the demon was just trying to push Sam so that he'd remedy that situation. Sam wasn't exactly planning on it. Enough people had died already, he wasn't going to add one more to the pile just to prove who's dick was bigger.

Right now, though, he's sitting on the porch of the boarding house, with the journal, reading through it and trying to see if there were any clues he was missing. Normally he was all over the research and could find something that someone missed, but this just kept turning him around in circles. He didn't like it.

Flipping it closed out of frustration more than anything else, he sat back on the swing and rubbed his eyes gently, trying to get them to stop aching for a second. When he looked up, he was seventy-five percent certain he was hallucinating.

Give or take.

There's a guy that looked like he was about to fall down drunk, leaning on a guy that looked a hell of a lot like his brother. He was older than Dean was, sure, but other than that -- it was the spitting image. He leaned forward a bit, peering into the low light for a moment, before actually speaking.

"Dean?"

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When Dean lifted his head and saw Sam it was accompanied by the earth shaking beneath his feet, and he knew no one else felt that but him. He wasn't sure if his legs had finally felt the weight of Cas across his shoulders or if it really was shell shock about how everything ended but he had to stop for a second before continuing with Cas in tote, and the closer he got- the more he started to notice the little differences in Sam that let him know that he still had a lot of living to do before he ended up in the place that he last saw him.

When Dean finally reached the porch of boarding house he moved to sling Cas off of his shoulder and gently roll him down across the wood that Sam had been sitting on. He wasn't really sure where Cas kept all the alcohol he was drinking. He must be a camel, or something, for it not to hurt him- but he dusted his hands off on his jeans and stole a glance at his new living arrangements before throwing back a, "Yeah?" At his brother.

[hey_assbutt]

Castiel wasn't a horrible drunk. He was just a drunk.

The rearrival of the hunter wasn't without it's hope. Not in the fact that they were back, but the fact that they were back. Meaning the burning of the tapes didn't exactly kill them, they could just return from their homes. Something that made him sober up quick to the fact that Buffy had the possibility of returning. He just wasn't sobering enough for himself as hung over the hunter's shoulders, allowing himself to just stay there without trying to struggle out of his grip. He still trusted him as much as he did before. He just missed the person he cared about.

Even if he didn't want to admit to that feeling. He didn't want to admit to feeling as though he was going to deal with the Winchesters and their problems without reprieve. The angel flopped back on where he was set down, looking up at Sam and tilting his head to the side. "...Hello Sam." He blinked wildly before sitting up slowly and looking on at his friend before glancing back at the youngest Winchester. "How are you both back? They said when the tapes burn that's it..."

[imnot_likeyou]

Sam blinked at the fact that the drunk guy knew his name. If he hadn't met Erik this morning, he might have had a bit of a stronger reaction, but at the moment, he was just happy to see his brother and trying to process all the weird at once.

"So ... you found a crazy person who said that you were here before too?"

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Dean chose to just roll his eyes at Castiel's drunken display, making sure that he was at the very least sitting up right and not nauseaous before turning his chin back to his little brother and translating all of his frustrations into a sigh that made his lips purse into a thin line and his eye lids flutter.

"Pretty sure that wasn't MY tape," he answered to his angel first. "And yeah-" Dean quipped back at Sam, running his palm across the hair on the back of his neck. "Somethin' like that."