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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 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."

Dean smiled coldly, and tried to jerk his hands back from Kang.

"Wait your turn big boy. Sammy boy's here first for the rack."

He then lowered his body so he could hook his foot behind Kang's ankle to send him tumbling.

"No one's going on the rack," Kang snorted, keeping his grip. He knew that move and braced himself with his tail, using his greater weight to his advantage. "Sam, is there any way we can get him to not dig at the tattoo?"

"Not to mention, there's no rack." Not that Dean would have noticed that yet. "You're not in Hell, but you're trapped as much as you were there." He wasn't going to let Alastair's apprentice loose on the ship, after all.

"The only thing I can think of is handcuffing him, but we don't have any."

"Demons lie, and I should know." he smirked darkly. They were trying to trick him. Why wouldn't it be hell? It just looked more comfortable than usual.

"Gotta say, nice trick masking the sulfur and blood for once. Even Bossman's got a hard time managing that.". It was very surprising since normally such odors permeated everything, no matter where one travelled in Hell.

"Or find some other way to bind his hands. Would rope work?" Kang asked.

"I'm not a demon." Though why Sam felt the need to point that out, he had no clue. "Neither's Kang. Not that you'll believe me because you've spent at least the past thirty years with everything being a lie, but whatever." He wiped his hand over his face. "Rope might work. I don't know how much we're actually looking at here from his demonic days."

Demons were a lot stronger than humans, after all.

Dean tried to come closer, staring right back at Sam.

"No? Of course, you are. A demonic freak with freaky powers. Always were."

He then pointed at Kang, "And can't tell me Godzilla over here ain't a demon."

He then smiled coldly, "But I'd be willing to do a little anatomy lesson to see what's really inside."

Kang couldn't help laughing as he continued to keep his grip on Dean, "There are some back on Krynn that'd call me that, but they'd be wrong. I wouldn't suggest you try carving me up, either, and risking killing me; my kind does nasty things when they die."

Sam snorted. "And that would be the reason why I got all of the weapons out of the house." He shook himself. "Right. Rope. I'll see if I can dig some up."

Dean snorted, "Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. You should know I never needed weapons to have some fun. Or you should know." Lying piece of shit demons, sometimes he'd sew their mouths up so they can't spew their lies. And it's even more fun when the screams are high pitched and muffled like that.

He then jerked to twist Kang's arms back toward him, twist them out of the sockets and throw him to the floor.

That was a bad move on Dean's part. Kang was very good at using weight and momentum, both his and his opponent's, to his advantage. He recognized the motion for what it was and let go, immediately dropping down and spinning on one foot to trip the man with his tail.

One thing that he'd learned quickly in the hatcheries was that if you were on the ground, you were as good as dead.

Sam took a step forward, wanting to protect his brother. Except he knew damned well it wasn't Dean. Or, at least, it wasn't his brother, just the demon wearing his face.

Rope. He needed to get some rope. Sam bolted from the room, thankful that they kept some rope in the pantry. It only took a few minutes for him to come back with it.

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