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[ganking]

Date & Time: backdated to march 6th, evening.
Location: starts at sam's apartment.
Characters: sam & dean winchester.
Summary: winchesters have a tendency to be stupid and then regretting it. this is the regretting part.
Warnings: language possibly.

[ it's thanks to cas that dean stands behind sam's door. thanks to cas that he'd finally sort of understood that his approach to sam's presence in exsilium, his need to keep his brother safe hasn't been the right one. he still.... wishes he could do what he wants, keep sam away from it all and that would be it, not headbutting from his brother.

but nothing is ever that easy. and dean.... he should damn well know that by now.

the knock is quiet but there. dean doesn't know much about sam's roommates (another glaring sign he's fucked this up. he doesn't know much about sam's time here at all) but he hopes he can save a meeting with them for some other time. ]

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[bikininspector]

[A part of him wants to ask, but a bigger part of him shuts it up. He can't handle any more truth, not right now. He doesn't want to know how crazy he is. He never thought his life as it is now would seem good, and yet.]

Good. Bet dad still had criticism though.

[Cuz that would lighten the mood, right?]

[ganking]

[ dean snorts quietly at that. ]

Dad can shove his opinions. [ seriously. ] But no, Sam, he'd be proud, and you know it. [ he had been, when they'd found him-- always had been. there might not be any convincing sam, but dean knows it. and whenever they get sam back home, he'll come to see it for himself. ]

[bikininspector]

[He'd be. He's afraid to ask. After everything he's already learned -- he doesn't want to know.]

Wait hold on -- lemme get my camera -- and you can say that again, I wanna save it for posterity.

[Dean saying dad can shove anything -- it's amazing, how much the little things can help. One little thing after another, and maybe one day he could breathe again.]

[ganking]

[ have an eye roll, sammy. he's still smiling though. ]

Careful, he'd find a way to get himself over here to kick my ass. [ or the initiative could just, you know, zap him here again. ]

[bikininspector]

Nah, he'd just kick mine.

[He likes Dean too much, or so Sam sees him at least. He'd blame him for being a bad influence on his brother, probably. How would he take hearing his shameful failure of a son saved the world?

Only in their family could he be the black sheep for going to college. The bitterness almost seems absurd, compared to the pain of everything else. But it's familiar, it's something he can understand and deal with. So he focuses on it.]

[ganking]

[ dean snorts. there's no doubt he'd kick both their asses, if you ask him.

after a beat though, a more serious expression fills his face again. ]

So you okay, man? I know it's a lot to learn and all, and not something fun to look forward to, but... in the end, things're fairly okay.

[bikininspector]

[Is he okay? No. Absolutely not. He feels sick to his stomach, he's terrified, he's furious, he's a million different things he's still too numb to feel. Okay? Not one of them.

But Dean only now put any sort of faith in him. What will happen if he told the truth? Dean will never trust him. He'll go back to treating him like the mental patient he'll become.]

I'll be okay.

[He doubts it, but you never let it show, not in this family.]