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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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"I might do that, actually. I know Cas was thinking of starting one, but he never really got around to it." And Sam really did want the angel around right now. Though it wouldn't really help Dean.

He glanced to Dean after Kang's question, then nodded, looking more tired himself. "Yeah. And his body is convinced it hasn't slept in a long time, so it just keeps pushing him back toward sleep." And Sam himself had been worrying, which was why he wasn't sleeping well.

"Hers is mostly flowers, but vegetables and fruits can't be all that different." Kang shrugged. He didn't really know; he'd never grown anything himself.

"That might make it easier for us, then, if he spends most of it sleeping. Wish he didn't have to deal with the nightmares, though." He paused. "Speaking of sleeping, if you've got a spare bed, I doubt I'll fit on it. I'm likely to break the damn thing. I've got no problem sleeping on the floor, though."

Sam nodded, running his hand back through his hair. "Umm. Well, the empty rooms are Tom's and Cas'. I doubt either of them would complain about you pulling up a bit of floor. Though Cas is still running mazes, last I knew."

Kang nodded. "Alright. Is the barrier in place yet?"

"It is." Sam let out a breath slowly. "I just have to put the battery in place to power it." He gave Kang a wry smile. "Don't ask me. I don't understand it. I just do as I'm told."

"Whenever you're ready, then. I've got everything on my end taken care of," Kang looked at Dean, frowning slightly. The next few days weren't going to be very fun.

No, they weren't. Sam was steeling himself for that as much as possible, but things were going to get bad.

With luck, it might get better fast, but the Winchesters just never seemed to have that sort of luck.

"Sure. The rooms are upstairs. I think the stairs should be okay for you, though."

Kang snorted softly, "I'm not that heavy, and I can duck if I need to.

"Dude, I am not the carpenter around here." That was Xander. Or Dean. "I was going to be a lawyer." He turned, heading upstairs and turning away from the master bedroom.

"Tell me if you need help." Shaking his head, Kang sat down in one of the chairs a good several feet away from Dean and turned his attention to the movie that was on. It took him a moment to recognize it as the beginning of Die Hard, but when he did, he smiled. This was an entertaining one.

Sam only took a few minutes before he came back downstairs, checking the film reflexively. Anybody normal would have thought that Die Hard wasn't the best flick to show around someone dealing with severe PTSD. On the other hand, this was Dean and Dean considered it a Christmas classic.

Taking a detour to the kitchen, he came back with a glass of water and took one of the other chairs. One that was carefully situated just outside of the markings on the floor. Markings that the couch was in the middle of.

If Dean regressed here, at least he was already inside a Devil's Trap.

Meanwhile, Dean had been sleeping, but now he was starting to turn and twist in his sleep. Faint whimpers emerged which started to increase in volume before a howl that didn't even sound human tore out of his throat. He spasmed on the chair, contorting in his troubled sleep.

Sam managed, barely, to get the glass on the floor properly before he was out of his own chair and crossing to Dean. The fact that he hadn't been hit by a vision meant that this was just another nightmare.

He reached out, grabbing Dean's hands to keep him from hitting out. Which left Dean's legs, sure, but hands were easier. "Dean! Dean, wake up."

Kang stood up, wanting to help, but worried that Dean waking up to someone that looked like him holding him down would make it worse. He'd let Sam handle it for the moment, unless it looked like he was needed.

Dean struggled in his sleep, continue to scream for another moment. It was a nightmare, but then in the middle of the throes, Dean didn't wake up.

In fact, his screams abruptly cut off, and his features became slack. Less like someone sleeping, and more like a corpse.

"Dean?" Sam dropped his brother's hands, reaching up to pat his cheek. Then, he placed his fingers against Dean's throat, looking for a pulse.

There was nothing.

"Fuck," he muttered, starting to move backward. He'd only got a step when the vision hit, though, dropping him down to his knees as his mind filled with flames and black eyes watching him from Dean's face.

"Shit," Kang cursed. He did not like this one bit; he knew a corpse when he saw one. "What happened - Sam?"

Inside, there was a bit of disconnect going on. Because from his body's perspective...Dean was a corpse. But for his memories and his soul? He was in Hell.

Which meant his body remained still for a few more seconds, before black eyes opened. He then smoothly stood up with a cold look.

"Seriously? I thought Alastair gave up on showing me my brother years ago."

He started to move, and then stopped in surprise.

"A fucking trap?" he snarled.

A fucking trap that Sam was still in the middle of.

Sam forced himself back to his feet, ignoring the blood on his upper lip. The vision had hit hard and it was showing. The black eyes weren't unexpected, but they still hit Sam hard for a moment before he started speaking, stumbling back. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio," he started chanting, hoping it would keep Dean at bay. Just until he had a chance to get the battery and place it on the shield.

...the black eyes were very unnerving, and Kang moved closer, getting inbetween Sam and Dean. "Please tell me you got the shield up when you went upstairs, Sam. If not, do it now."

Dean reached out to grab Sam, and drag him back. "That's rich, is it pretend to be a hunter day? Can't wait to see you make those pretty words when I cut your tongue out." As soon as he can find his knife in this bizarre place. Where are the flames, the sulfur?

He then grimaced in pain, and clutched at his shoulder. He tore the shirt, and tried to claw the flesh where his tattoo was with his nails.

"Not yet." Sam kept watching Dean as he backed up, then shook himself and headed for the front door. He needed to get the battery down.

It was outside, since they knew it would be a rush to get the shield up. The spot it was needed glowed so that he knew where to put the battery. He dropped to his knees next to the spot, taking a breath before placing the battery.

He wasn't sure what to expect. He certainly didn't expect to see anything and he didn't. But he felt the spell settle over the house and he reached out, pressing against the air where the shield was.

"Hey! Get back over here! We were just getting started!" He yelled as he continued to dig into his shoulder, blood starting to drip as he clawed into the tattooed flesh there. He had to get rid of it, and pain was his bread and butter now. A little more didn't matter.

Kang cursed again and grabbed Dean's wrists to make him stop injuring himself further, "Stop, you idiot. You're just going to make it worse."

Sam got back just in time to see Kang grab Dean's hands. "It's the tattoo," he said, still looking exhausted. "The tattoos are meant to keep us from being possessed. So it's got to hurt like something awful to be trapped in a body with that burning on his skin."

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