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Ain't No Grave Can Hold My Body Down [Closed]

Dean had made sure to keep himself to the house. He was too worried about the next time he'd lose more memories to do much on the house expansions for now. It meant he spent his time pacing around like a caged tiger.

And then things shifted again. His hair became more mussed up, and his hands looked abraded and bleeding, like somebody who had to claw out of a coffin and the ground. He glanced around, trying to realize where he was. It wasn't Bobby's, and yet it seemed familiar. Everything was mixed up.

Sammy, he had to find his brother. Had to see him again after so long.

(ooc: closed, but open to anybody who'd be by the house or know the Winchesters well.)

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Sam set his omnicomm aside when he heard the shower turn off. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, heading back to the bathroom. He kept to the side, opening the door and tossing the clothing in.

If it hit Dean, all the better. Anything to snap him out of whatever his brain was trying to do.

It did hit Dean, and he reacted, batting the clothes away. It did startle him out of his thoughts, and he scowled at the closed door, flipping it off as he got dressed.

A bit neater now he finally stepped out of the bathroom, and tossed a look to Sam.

"There's still some real food at least right, it's not that... uh slop?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah. We stocked up on the last planet." The planet that caused all these issues. Though it wasn't the entire planet's fault. "Should be able to pull something together."

"Good," Dean kind of stumbled his way into the kitchen to grab some water. (Not that he was Dean Smith this time, he was just feeling really dehydrated.)

Sam followed, keeping a close eye on Dean. He waited until his brother had sucked down some water before speaking. "So. How much do you remember from the ship?"

Dean flopped wearily into a seat, his green eyes taking in his surroundings.

"Most of it? Doesn't make a shitload of sense though. Isn't this place usually busier or more crowded?"

Sam nodded, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, it usually is." Usually, Bobby was around to bug them. "But..." He paused, then ran a weary hand over his face and back through his hair. "On the last planet we were on, you...apparently viewed some weird clock that's...taking time away from you." He wished he didn't have to explain it. It wasn't exactly easy to understand to begin with. "You're kind of aging backward."

Dean frowned since that also sounded a little familar.

"You mentioned this before? And ok, but since we know what it is, be easy to stop. So I get my younger good looks back for a while, no big deal." But the smirk on his face was only a ghost of his pre-Hell days, and resembled more of a rictus.

Hell, it was a ghost of the smile that Dean would eventually get back.

"Actually, no, it's not easy to stop." Sam grimaced. "You've been going back since we got back from the planet, Dean. I know you don't remember it, but you've lost about a year and a half now."

Dean frowned more at that, "A year and a half? And nobody knows why other than a cursed clock?"

Did that mean he's about to die again? Go back to Hell? Well maybe that means it'll stop at any rate.

"That's all we've got, yeah." Which wasn't much and Sam really wanted something to just be able to DO. Curses were normally something they were able to deal with. But you had to have the object to being with.

Sam stayed against the counter, crossing his arms. "I'm not sure what's going to happen from here," he admitted. "I'm hoping it'll be nothing and you'll just skip over the time you were dead. But I'm not taking bets on that."

Dean sagged at that, "Well shit, looks like we got our work cut out for us on this hunt. And hey, yeah, the curse can just hit the fast rewind right past it."

Now he just wanted something to eat, and then attempt a nap.

"Yeah. Yeah, it really can." Sam tried to smile, but it didn't feel right on his face. "Anyway. Food. Let's get you something to eat."

"Yeah, thanks. Feel like I could just sleep through those years," He yawned, and stretched where he was sitting.

Sleeping through them would probably be easier, yeah. Sam nodded, looking around to start getting some food together. Dean's body thought it had been dead for four months. Having been dead for about two days, he remembered all too well what waking up from that felt like.

Mostly like your stomach wanted to gnaw through your spine.

Almost in anticipation of Sam's personal thoughts on the matter, Dean's stomach picked that moment to stage a loud protest.

"Dude, sounds like a bad carburator," he snorted at that. This pain he could handle. It wasn't like... flesh tearing, knives slicing...it's dealable.

Sam laughed and shook his head. The laugh was a kind of brittle sound. Just...too much going on. The waiting was the worst part. "Well, we'll get that fixed quick enough."

There were leftovers, thankfully, plus some stockpiled meals in the freezer. Mostly because Sam had been doing his best to get things together as much as possible before they hit this point. So he grabbed the leftover pasta, grabbing a pan to get it warmed up, at least.

Dean just stared around, still getting his bearings around the new (old) place. Seemed a little surreal, though some of the layout reminded him of Bobby's house. The outside expansion even suggested some of that was in the plans.

Sam looked over his shoulder at Dean while he cooked. "So far, it's just you and me here on the ship," he said. "Well, there's Cas. Castiel." He made a motion toward Dean's shoulder. To his scar. "But I think he's running mazes with the crazy AI." He hoped Cas was still running mazes, at least.

"But we've managed to make a bit of a family here, too," Sam continued, stirring the pasta. "Hell. We even have a dog."

Dean nodded wearily, trying to collect his thoughts. He glanced to his shoulder oddly, wondering how this Cas could have done something like that.

"Yeah I thought I remembered a little fur face here. And a girl, Sunshine? Real pretty girl too." Warm smiles from a cute face, smudged with grease.

If asked, Sam could explain. Then again, Dean WAS the one who had never believed in angels until one pulled him out of Hell.

"Sunshine is Kaylee." He hadn't heard from her in a while, either. It was kind of worrying. "She's a great girl. You're both really happy together."

"Kaylee," He softly replied, tasting her name on his tongue curiously. He found himself thinking of strawberry flavored kisses.

"Yeah? Huh, didn't think I'd get that lucky."

Sam smiled at that, shaking his head. "Yeah, I don't know how you managed it. But she loves you back. So, you know. Best that could be hoped for."

He found a plate, putting the pasta on it and then grabbing a fork. "It's not just Kaylee that hangs around here, either. There's Tom. He's...kind of become family. We helped him through some difficult stuff."

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