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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"You said 'going to Hell,'" Sam repeated. "What the heck's goin' on, Dean?"

He stared at his brother, his jaw locking.

"What aren't you tellin' me?"

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Dean opens his mouth to reply, but it falls shut again after a moment, and he makes a frustrated noise.

"Dammit, Sam, I don't know. I dunno if it's some freaky dream or the ship fucking with us or you've lost part of your memory, but there's a damned gap." Dean stands up abruptly, and starts pacing, talking loudly and generally doing what he does when he's freaked.

"I went to Hell, alright, Sam? There was nothing we could do about it, and I swear, if you start being guilty about that, I'll hit you, sore brain or not."

And then he pauses in his pacing and turns away from Sam, shoving his hands in his pockets. For a moment, he's completely silent. Then:

"... Angels are real, Sammy." He says quietly.

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"You went to Hell?" Sam confirmed. "You died?"

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"... Yeah."

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"And when exactly were you plannin' on tellin' me?"

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"Well, I was sort of running on the idea that you already knew."

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"Now who's assuming?"

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"Oh, shut up. My assuming is a hell of a lot more likely than yours."

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....

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"So, how'd you get out?" Sam asked. "Are you tellin' me Stacy's pulling people outta Hell now?"

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"I told you. Angels. Castiel. He pulled me out." Dean's still turned the other way.

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Sam nods and is quiet for a moment.

"An angel. So, I didn't have anything to do with it?"

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"No. You didn't." Man, Dean sounds tense.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Sam looks visibly disturbed--and more than a little hurt--by this little revelation. Sucking in a breath, he closes the magazine and tosses it back over onto Sawyer's bed.

"I should get to bed," he said with a slight pout.

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Dean glances at Sam, and his facial expression twitches, like he's trying to keep his composure. He's not doing very well.

"Sam." He says, and he sounds a little upset.

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"What?"

He's still pouting.

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"It's not your fault." Stop pouting, Sammy, you're making Dean upset.

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"You're right it's not," Sam snaps.

His face becomes very serious, his jaw flexing as tends to happen when Sammy gets pissed.

"Do you realize how much a selfish asshole you are? Making a deal like that and then spending the next six months tellin' me that I have to stop tryin' to help you, that I'm just supposed to let you die and go to Hell just so I can stay alive?

"And what's worse, you know what it's like. You've been in my shoes when Dad did it for you. You know how shitty it feels and you did it anyway."

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Wince wince wince. Dean nearly recoils from the verbal assault, and he waits until Sam's done before he speaks up. His voice is quiet, but it clearly carries. The sleepless nights have been kicking his ass lately, not to mention the fact that the nightmares of Hell have still not gone away.

"Yeah, I'm selfish. I know. I'm a helluva lot of things." Dean starts, taking a deep breath. "But I'm wasn't about to let you die. Sorry, Sammy, that's just not an option. And don't act all self-righteous, either. What were you planning on doing if we couldn't save me? And don't lie, because I know."

A pause. "... Don't bring Dad into this."

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"What do you mean you know?" Sam countered. He had no clue what his brother was talking about. He's from the past, remember? "Know what, Dean? There's nothin' to know."

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"God dammit, Sam, listen for once in your god-damned life!" Dean explodes. "Obviously there's something wrong here. I've been to Hell and back, I know about the angels, and you don't. For me, it's been months since Bela. She died. Ripped apart by Hell Hounds."

Dean throws his hands in the air. "Either you got memory issues or I'm from the god-damned future, alright?"

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Sam rolled his eyes.

"I do not have memory issues, McFly."

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"Yeah, well, you didn't have to watch yourself flip out when you woke up, so forgive me for giving a damn." Dean shoots back sarcastically.

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"Flip out? What the hell are you talkin' about, Dean? I just woke up this morning. And all I've done all day is lay in this damn bed tryin' to not go crazy bored outta my mind."

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"You- what?" Dean stares. "Dude, you woke up before. Like a few days ago. You've been awake. Granted, you were puking every time you tried to sit up, but you were awake."

Dean can practically feel the white hairs growing.