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Afer this, which followed this.Angua'd only been gone a moment before Dean got sick of staring at the bedroom wall. He stood up slowly, feeling like he'd gone a few dozen rounds, when in truth all he'd done was welcome his baby brother back to the island. He wasn't sure how great a welcome that'd been, either, but it was hard to think fast when

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[one__song]

The moment Dean's door had slammed closed, Roger had been waiting. He wasn't the best friend in the world and Dean wasn't the best at having friends, but there was something about tragedy and crisis in Dean's life that made Roger more sensitive and less eager. His denim-clad ass had met the fabric of the sofa he'd tasked Jack to make the moment Dean had plowed through, and Roger'd barely moved since then. Well, he got up to get his guitar just to have something to do to pass the time, but with the exception of fingers moving over frets and the snap of his wrist in picking structure, he was mostly still.

"Hey," Roger responded patiently, eyes angled up at Dean. He moved his guitar carefully to the floor and scooted to one side of the couch. It was an invitation, and Dean could take it or leave it. Though Roger was pretty sure by the look on his face that he knew which it was going to be.

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Dean didn't hesitate, watching his feet during the few short steps to the couch and sinking onto it like he'd keep going if the cushions weren't there to bear him up. "Sam's back," he said, head angled up towards the ceiling. "Just now."

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Wide, blue eyes pressed into Dean as the words echoed through Roger's head. He took a moment to weigh his words, nodding through the silence. "Isn't that supposed to be a good thing?" Roger asked, before he glanced down at his hands. The ache of Mark's absence tore him open upon any reminder, and all he could feel was how desperately he wanted him back.

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"Yeah," said Dean. He stared blankly upwards, mouth set in a faint frown. "Yeah, it's good. It's just..." He shrugged, dropping his gaze without quite making it to Roger's eyes. "It's not how I thought it'd be."

He sucked down a long breath, heart skipping nervously in his chest, but if Dean couldn't tell his best friend, who could he tell? "He's not how I thought he'd be."