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]

"With luck, maybe it goes slower the younger you get." He really, really hoped so. "I mean, not that you weren't a cute little kid, I'm sure." Sam's memories didn't start until about age four, so he couldn't remember Dean as being really little.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

"It better." He didn't want it get to the point of casualties from this. Dean didn't care that much about himself getting progressively younger, other than being in Hell again that is. But what was worse would be innocent lives affected and he couldn't even do anything to help.

"Dude, I'm adorable," he smirked at Sam.

[chosenfamily]

At least Dean didn't remember the stuff that he had done later on in Hell now. One of the few good things about this. Though this was going to get weirder the younger that Dean got.

"Dude, you wish." He rolled his eyes, though was privately a little relieved that some of Dean's personality was showing through again. Much easier to deal with.

For certain values of 'much easier', at least.