[Okay, Dean's back. He just appears in his room, and the first thing he does is reach for the communicator. This has gotta be a crazy dream. He can't be back here.
He can't. He clicks on the feed, looking a little non-plussed.] ...I'm back here?
[Okay. He had some people he had to speak to. He clicks off the public, and puts the private feeds
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When he lets go, his hand rubs at the back of his neck.] How long was I gone?
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[Yes, she is pointedly looking at your foot.]
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[He follows your gaze to his foot]
oh... It was like that never happened when I woke up. I woke up... It was like no time had passed. Sammy was Sam, Cas was... better than he is at the moment [Strategically not mentioning the shiny new promotion], and life was hell in a handbasket.
Wait, Days? I was there for weeks. [Have a confused look]
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Dean. Holy shit, you're not dead! Where the hell are you? Where did you g- dude, we need to talk! Right now!
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just, get your ass to my room. [He's not fixed the trap yet, don't worry.]
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You're really back. I'm so sorry. I swear, man. I was so drunk I wasn't thinking straight.
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Hell, I'd do the same if mom ever... [But it's not likely. He knows that, hence: no getting his hopes up]
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What can I say? I just love it so much here.
[That would be a yes.]
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Perhaps if we both ask nicely, they will send you back.
[Cause really....he don't want you here.]
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[Cause really....he don't want you here.]
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