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... Thanks. Seriously.

[To be honest, he's a little awed that Dean's backing the play. Sam knows he's made... a lot of mistakes, trying to do the 'right thing'. Trying to repair things and redeem himself. He falters a lot, drops the ball right before touchdown, all of that jazz. But...

He's quiet for a moment, gnawing his lip.]

There are a hell of a lot of good people here, Dean.

I think if they know, they'll be able to help if things go sideways.

[Another quiet pause. But this time, it's because he's got a lump in his throat that he has to wrangle back down.]

... The people I killed, they don't — hate me.

Insane, right?

[ He tries. That's the important thing. Drop the ball, fumble...whatever. Sam's trying.

Dean is, too. ]

I don't think it's that insane. I guess you're a likeable enough guy when Lucifer isn't pulling the strings.

[Pfft.]

That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, wow.

... I'm tired of hiding, man. I tried to hide for years, and it did jack for me, you know? God, I just — hope this spell works. I want to hear myself think without someone else trying to talk over me. Maybe go to sleep without thinking the devil's wandering through people's dreams like he did mine.

Maybe it can be done with.

[That's the most he's ever said. The most he's ever hoped out loud, because that sort of thing, it just falls apart for him. But every new page they get translated, every new plan that comes up, it... it makes something in the pit of his stomach feel less twisted up.

God, hope's such a mistake. But.]

Hey, tryin' something new here.

[ Hope is a helluva mistake. Dean abandoned that and optimism a long time ago - but it's creeping back now, despite being buried and set aside in favor of sardonic humor and the reality of their world.

Funny how the tiniest weed can peek through the concrete, stretching towards the sun. ]

It'll work, Sammy. If anyone can translate that mess, you can.

Considering there are two Sams for the price of one, I think we're even better off.

[He's of course the worser Sam, and the other is clearly better, and he kind of wishes you'd hover more toward him because you deserve a brother who can, you know, not get overtaken by the devil — but he's learned at this point that he can't get you to see reason, so.]

We've also got Cynthia Sodder to help translate, maybe.

And — a Wanda? Who I've heard rescued you from splatting on pavement?

[BRO.............]

Exactly. It's like, nerdception.

[ Look, Dean is an equal opportunity hover-er. He's helicoptering both of you, make no mistake. He's probably driving the other one just as nuts as he is you. ]

Oh yeah, Wanda's cool. [ bypassing the splatter, c-yaaaa ]

She's as cool as you were when you absolutely told me you fell out of the sky.

[Nice try, he's still gonna take the shot... but he also completely accepts it, too, because it sounds about on par for a Winchester.]

By the way, I found replacement car parts for the passenger side of the Impala. Figured I'd bring a peace offering, in case I screwed up this conversation. Window cranks, wires, spark plugs. Figured I should pitch in somehow, since I'm still terrible with cars.

I was escaping the lab. And I didn't die, so I'm counting it as a win.

[ ugh who is TELLING you this shit, dammit!! ]

Really? [ perk!! cause oh baby is a rusted mess he let die...and he is sure trying to revive his soul. ] Where'd you find them? Scrap yard?

Guess I'll let it slide, since you didn't die. Just once.

[So he says. But they've both nearly died more times than any of them can count. Hell, even in their teen years they've had some pretty unsavory close calls, regardless of Dad's involvement.]

Found 'em in an abandoned house. I think whoever used to live there enjoyed cars as ancient as yours.

Gee, thanks. [ Hell, even in their youth. Dean still vividly remembers that Shtriga that almost got Sam because of his negligence. That's a fun memory. ]

Hey, don't diss on Baby like that. She's ageless.

Almost as ageless as you and your music collection.

[There's far too much fondness in that comment for it to be genuine teasing.]

... I'd ask you to show me how to fix the car more, but after this spell you'd have to reteach me anyway.

[ He can hear it in Sam's tone; it makes him smile a little. ]

Well. I don't mind showing you the ropes.

[ It's gonna be weird, having Sam forget all the stuff that's happened recently. But it's for the best he doesn't...remember all this trauma. ]

Sure, I love being Drew Barrymore in 50 First Dates.

[The healthy snark he's had lately is new, honestly.

He hasn't had the spirit to nurse it back to health for a really long time.]

Crap.

[ Dean likes seeing it, honestly. It feels good, the banter - like he's finally getting his brother back after all this time. ]

Does that make me Adam Sandler?

Depends on how much it hurts you to be the Adam Sandler in this relationship.

I seem to remember you laughing pretty hard at Happy Gilmore and Waterboy.

Hey, they were funny movies.

Anyway - you got my blessing. Anyone gives you shit, I'll kick their ass.

[He huffs a breath that sounds suspiciously on the cusp of laughing.

A rare thing that at least gets less rare, the longer he's around his brother.]

The ass-kicking isn't necessary, Mr. Sandler, but I appreciate it.

[ It's a good sound. He finds he does it more too, the longer he talks to the Sam's. ]

I make no promises, Ms. Barrymore.

[ he'll still kick their ass. ]

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