Be ready boys, for hell is here.

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Dean had stepped in to watch. Only for a moment, but it was enough to reach the depths where he had buried it all. And bring it to light. Just for a moment.

A moment enough to make him run outside, and bend over, puking up the remains of the slop from earlier. A unsteady hand briefly rose up to wipe the sick away from his lips as he stood up again. He didn't realize how much he was shaking, or how as he watched, he remembered Alastair's careful instructions. He didn't want to think how the demon would have approved, and felt it was an excellent demonstration.

And he really didn't want to think how he could have *improved* on it.

He stumbled his way along to the hangar, and fumbled with opening the car door to the Impala.

"Honey, I'm home," he gave a shaky half crazed laugh as his hand touched the familiar seats. He curled into the back, his knife and gun ready by him like a child's preferred teddy bear. He stayed like that through the night.

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"Yeah, I know." Sam shook his head. "I doubt three will be much harder on her than one. Especially since she said she'd have plenty of magic to work with." He squeezed his hand around Dean's forearm, not willing to let go while Dean needed an anchor.

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Dean gave a grateful look back before clamping his hand over Sam's.

"I'm good, Sam. Could have done without the nostalgia moment back there."

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Sam snorted. "I'm sure a lot of people could have done without it, period." Not just Dean. It hadn't helped anybody in the ship. "You're not there any more, though. I know it's not much of a comfort, but we'll get through it."

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He sighed, and slowly nodded, "I know, I got it."

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"Good," Sam said with a nod. "Because I'm not going anywhere." Even if they weren't on a ship, he wouldn't. He needed Dean. And Dean needed him.