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[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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[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?

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I do. I really, really do. [Darcy nods. She sighs heavily, lifting her hand to run her fingers through her hair.] We have practically everything else taken care of. The temple. The priest. The yadda yadda yadda.... [Darcy waves her hand off to the side as she yaddas.] I just...can't find anything to wear.

[Darcy laughs softly, shaking her head.] Here you are, just got back after two years of being gone and I'm talking your ear off about dresses. I'm so sorry, Dean.

[likemichael]

[Dean leans back against the wall, watching her as she talks. When she finishes, he can't help but laugh.]

No, believe me, it's nice to hear talk about somethin' totally normal. [He shifts a bit, his gaze wandering for a moment and he seems to zone out for a few seconds but he soon looks back to her.] So, uh... I better be getting an invite to this thing.

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You shouldn't even have to ask, Dean. You're coming and I get at least one dance outta you. [Darcy points at him.] Oh, and...wear a tux? It's not monster fighting casual.

[likemichael]

Yes ma'am. [He smirks a bit.] You feel like walkin' a while? I gotta find somewhere to take care of this before I get home. [He turns a bit to show the bloody bullet wound on his arm, visible through his ripped clothes.]

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[Darcy gasps when she sees the bullet wound.] Jesus, Dean! Why didn't you say that before I started rambling about weddings? Injuries outweigh catching up. You are like a giant child. C'mon. [She reaches for his free hand and starts in the direction of the hospital.]

[likemichael]

Woah, woah-- Hey. Darcy, really, it's just a scratch. I've had way worse. I'm covered in evidence of that. [He shakes his head slightly, squeezing her hand.]

I just... I wanna head to somewhere and deal with it myself. [He doesn't want a hospital, or noise, or anything like that. Just a dark warehouse.]

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[Dean's bigger than her so he easily slows them down. She turns to face him again, thinking of a place to go.] Then why not my work? Christmas season's over. It's kinda dead right now. You could do it in the back room, if you wanted?

[likemichael]

[He frowns a bit, and shifts on the spot, then finally just nods and grabs his back, pulling it over his shoulder and squeezing the weapon he has for self-assurance.]

That'll work. [He'll head to a warehouse after. He has stuff stashed that he wants.]

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Okay. Let's go. [Darcy says with a nod. She reaches for him again, not wanting to let go of him just yet.] Do you mind me asking what happened while you were away? [Darcy asks, glancing over at him as she leads him to M3.]

[likemichael]

[He let her keep hold of him, but he's still a little on edge and the louder sounds make him flinch, but he's trying to keep his cool.]

What? Oh... [He frowns more and swallows a lump in his throat. He trusts her enough to tell her where he went, at least.] Went to a place called Purgatory. I'm not sure if you ever read Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy, but... like that.

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[Her eyebrows shoot up when he says Purgatory.] Purgatory. The Purgatory? Oh my god, Dean. How-- [Darcy cuts herself off, unsure how to even word the question.]

[likemichael]

No, the one in Miami-- Yes, the real, actual Purgatory. [He gives her an amused look.]

How did I get there? Or how am I alive?

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There's a Purgatory in Miami? [Darcy asks, confused.]

Little of both, actually.

[likemichael]

It-s a-- you know what, never mind. I'm not gonna implicate myself in anythin'.

[He shrugs a bit.] Standing too close to exploding Dick sends your ass straight to Purgatory. [I'm not sorry.]

Fought my way out, like any Winchester would.

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[She squints at him a little, releasing him to unlock the front door of the shop.]

Exploding what now? [Darcy's eyebrows climb towards her hairline at that. Either she's around the wrong dicks or she's doing it wrong.]

I'm not surprised.