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Since when have a few tentacles and freaky bat-monsters stopped you?

I'm joking, don't actually do something stupid for the car.
Maybe we can look for more parts and stuff, when this mist's gone.

Do you think it'll ever leave? Stuff usually leaves after a while here, right?

fair point.

[ see you cant poke fun at him about baby, sammy, because now he's definitely going to do something stupid for the car. ]

Usually, yeah. I'm not so sure it will this time, but we can hope.

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Yeah. Hope's a good thing, so I guess I'll try it.

Hey
Does Cas hate me?

[ hope is kind of a new thing for Dean - and this Sam, tbh. ]

That's the spirit.

No, course not. Why?

Why wouldnt he?
He thinks I ruined his life.
I mean
I did, didnt I?

He probably just knows me as the bad person I became.

Sammy, we talked about this. You didn't become a bad person. You've always been good, and you did the best with what you had.

You're my brother, you've got biases.
Cas doesn't.
Just
dont get mad at him if he does hate me, ok?
He should be allowed to.
He doesn't have to like me or talk to me or anything.

[ oh, he's mad, alright. But Cas is Cas and sdkfjsg he just bends to Dean and it makes it difficult to yell at him. ]

You know, I've done a lot worse than get mad at people 'cause they were mean to you.

I'm super aware of that. Threatening to rip people's lungs out, and all. But you don't have to do that.
Especially not for something like this
I gotta accept um

responsibility.
For everything I did.
Will do.
Have done.
Whatever it is.

[ Or nearly killing them, like he almost did to Raleigh Becket. ]

That's very mature, Sammy. But this is a different situation. YOU didn't do anything, I keep telling you. If there's anyone to blame here, it's Lucifer. He's a manipulative asshole that's finally gone. Cas just doesn't know how to deal with it properly.

He said I mess around with demons, Dean
that I let myself get possessed
Sounds like I did plenty

will do plenty
whatever
It sucks
I didn't do anything wrong yet
but I DID
I can't even do anything to fix something I havent done yet

I just keep getting lost in these thoughts over and over like
what am I supposed to do?
there's gotta be some way to make this better
but I don't know HOW

[ son of a BITCH, Cas. you just. went and ran your mouth about EVERYTHING didn't you. ]

You didn't 'let' yourself get possessed, it's more-

this is stupid, where are you? are you hiding in your room again?

I'm not HIDING.

I'm on the roof.

[He admits it begrudgingly, because he expects Dean to lecture him about being careful.]

I wish you wouldn't go up there, it's dangerous.

[ as you wish

but he's coming up too, coming through the bedroom window and hauling himself up. He'd bring you a beer, but. Well. Fourteen. ]

Sammy?

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[Oh, yeah, there it is.

Sam's lying on his back, surveying the non-sky, his folding knife in in his hand and resting it on his stomach. Just in case he had to get to stabbing anything, of course. Glancing up in Dean's direction, he holds up a hand to wave a little.]

... Hey.

[He looks a bit tired. But that's not completely new; since he'd started hunting with his family, he'd had nightmares before often. But you know how it is when you're trapped in a weird dream world full of monsters, struggling with who you are as a person. He says, a touch of playfulness in his dry tone:]

You shouldn't be up here; it's dangerous.

[ Of course. You keep that knife handy. Just don't stab Dean, who's coming to sprawl beside him, crossing his legs at the ankles. ]

Always the comedian. [ It's said affectionately as he makes himself as comfortable as possible, shingles poking his old man back be damned. ]

Oh, yeah, I'm pretty funny.

[He quiets for a moment, staring up at the fog.

An uneasy laundry list of questions sits between them. He knows Dean's tired, that he's just draining his brother with all of this, but... he can't not ask. There are too many things piling up in his head; he'll just freak out if he doesn't do something with it.]

... What was I like before? Was I just... um... Lucifer? Was I even there anymore?

[ He expects the questions, and he's kind of surprised this particular conversation hasn't come sooner. And truly, he did mean to tell Sam everything - just...not like this. He wanted it to come from him and the older Sam. Not Cas.

Dean sighs, resting his arms behind his head as he looks up. He doesn't want to sugar coat it, but he doesn't want to ruin his little brother before he even gets a chance, either. ]

When I got here a few months ago, you were in control. [ Mostly. ] But it was a struggle. And, you know - Lucifer was crazy strong. He's an archangel, you know? You did a hell of a job fighting him.

[Predictably, it doesn't really do a whole lot to soothe his concerns. But that's probably how it is for anyone who has learned the devil's possessing them in the future, right? Even so, there's at least some small sliver of good to Dean's words. Sam's just trying to take what he can get.]

... Sounds real miserable.

[He tries to make it sound joking, but his nervous glance betrays him.]

But he's gone, you said. Right? He's not gonna, uh... Come back for me?

[ Dean figured it wouldn't. Sorry, Sammy. But Dean's trying to tell him in the best way possible. He's never been one for sugarcoating anything anyway, but especially after all the shit he's been through, he's a little harsher.

But he's getting better - much better. Especially with his little brother genuinely being little again. Fourteen is a wild age, impressionable, and he doesn't want to ruin whatever shot the kid may have. ]

Yeah, he's gone, Sammy. I don't see how he'd be able to come back.

[ But, you know. Just to be safe. Maybe it's time to put some angel wards on Sammy's walls. ]

[Just the thought of someone as horrific and powerful as the actual devil wanting to take him over is enough to give him nightmares. The Lucifer in his dreams is more traditional — horns, a tail. But the red glowing eyes... the angel's wings... something about the creation in his mind feels too real.

He is relieved, though. To know he's gone. That he can't just... return.

Well, he's relieved until he thinks of a possibility that churns his stomach.

Looking over at Dean, he looks — nervous.]

If people just... show up here all the time, then he could, too. Right?

In a different body. A different universe.

...Yeah, I guess he could.

[ It's a valid fear, and Sam has every right to be concerned about it. People do show up here all the time, from all different places and timelines. ]

But the thing about this place? He wouldn't be overpowered. Not like he was back home. Everyone who has any kinda ability here is nerfed. So even if he showed up, I think we could actually gank him.

[His eyes get big and somewhat awed.]

Seriously? Ganking the devil?

You think we could really do that?

[Maybe it's false hope Dean's offering, and maybe it isn't, but... it's a heck of a concept.]

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