Reporting back [R for Cussing]

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Having shaken off Chaucer after the huge meeting of all the crewmates, Dean is finally getting the chance to head back to the Med Bay to fill Sam in. Of course, still being off balance and out of sorts, Sam had had to stay behind, and as much as Dean didn't like leaving him places by himself for extended periods of time (because the last time that had happened, Dean had ended up in Hell), he'd figured he should go anyway. Meet some people, get a grip on the situation, and protect the underdogs. Same old, same old.

But he's glad to be back, and when he pushes through the door and heads to Sam's bed, he's grinning.

"Heeey, Sammy. You missed a helluva meeting," says Dean, pulling at the plant suit at his forearms. He's still not used to having it on, and he really misses his old clothes. Of course, he's got his amulet, so he's grateful for that, at least.

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Sam thinks for a minute then finally shakes his head.

"No, not really. At least none that I can think of."

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"I knew you were a girl."

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"Am not."

He turns a page.

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"Coulda fooled me. And Dad."

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"You're a dick."

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"'Least I'm not a chick."

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"At least I didn't get vertically spooned by a guy in a kilt."

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"... That was uncalled for."

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Sam's not sorry.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened in the meeting, already?"

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"Yeah, yeah, hold your damn horses." Dean pauses to think, then continues. "Right, so they were all discussing leadership positions. That Cybil chick is still captain, and she chose the Chief guy to be her second in command, I think. Picking people to be in charge of things. You weren't mentioned."

He shifts so he can lean against the wall while he's sitting on his stool. "And then they were talking about getting the fuck outta here. Which would be nice."

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"Wow," Sam said. "That's more productive than usual."

A beat.

"Wait. What do you mean 'I wasn't mentioned?' What'd they make you?"

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"The most productive? Seriously? Man, if that's the most productive, then there's a problem."

And then Dean rolls his eyes. "Dude, I've been here for what, a few days? I don't exactly have VIP status. I figured you'd assume that, since you like assuming things."

He flashes Sam a smirk. "I volunteered to do exploring stuff, though."

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"Exploring?" Sam looked at Dean as if he were an idiot. "Why? What's your rush to get out of here anyway?"

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Dean shrugs. "Gotta have something to do, since I've got no internet to look up porn and nothing but slop to eat."

And then he stops. "... Actually, you're right. Wonder if Cas is all-powerful enough to pull our asses outta here."

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"Cas?" Sam looked up from his magazine at his brother, a bewildered expression on his face. "As in Cassie? Killer racist truck, Cassie? The girl you told the family secret to after dating her a month? How the hell is she supposed to get us out of here?"

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Blinkblink. "Uh, no, not her. Castiel. Y'know, the dickhead angel?"

A beat, and then: "And cut it out with the family secret thing. It was one time, jeeze."

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"The what?"

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"Angels. Sam, c'mon, you've gotta remember Cas. And Uriel." He sounds a bit concerned, especially considering Sam's injury.

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"... You don't remember." Dean says flatly. "What's the last thing you remember from back home?"

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Sam stared at his brother for a moment, thinking that maybe it was Dean that ought to be in the bed and not him.

"That stupid cursed rabbit's foot and Bella shooting me. Why?"

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Dean stares. And stares some more. And a little bit more, because wow that is one hell of a gap.

"Because that was months ago, Sam."

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"Try a month ago, Dean," Sam corrected. "Why the hell do you think I've been tryin' to find you? Hell, why do you think I'm not in any rush to get back? As long as we're here, the demon that holds your contract can't get to you. Which means you don't have to go to hell."