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

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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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[chosenfamily]

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."

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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.

[chosenfamily]

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."

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"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."

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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."