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WHO || Sam and Dean Winchester
WHAT || Sam confronts Dean about what he's learned.
WHERE || Dean's Room
WHEN || November, shortly before leaving on the Thanksgiving Mission
HOW || spam~

[Fortunately for Sam, this time around, when Dean arrives at the Castle? Sam hears about it.

He's made friends since back then, ones that know their relationship, and know that he would want to know. And they're right, because he's been waiting for this awhile, wants to know what took his brother so damn long to come home, wants to know if he'd being avoided on purpose or...no, it's probably on purpose.

Well, that was going to come to an end in a hurry. He doesn't particularly want this conversation, because it'll probably be uncomfortable and angry and horrible, but it has to happen. He can't sit on any of this forever.

Not when he's not the only one who knows.

So that afternoon, Dean will hear a rather...forceful knock on his door, following quickly by a voice.]

Dean, it's me. Let me in.

[Because he's not going away. Sorry, bro.]

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[familybusiness]

[Nice matching icon, Dean.]

Whatever.

[There's a slight roll of his eyes, because if he'd come back to London for two seconds in the last two months, he probably could have done something about that but noooooo.]

I'm guessing it's too much to hope that you have another one of those.

[likedillinger]

[ another beat, and then he nods to the other side of the bed.

the one thing he's done is install a mini-fridge. it's full. ]

[familybusiness]

[Oh. Well. That's healthy. :|

But he's not commenting considering he's....grabbing one, twisting off the top and pocking it before he finds the closest surface to sit in.

He takes a sip, steels himself, and spits out the words.]

I know what happened, Dean.

[likedillinger]

[ the words snap him into focus, and the look he gives him is sharp, suspicious, but cautious. and skeptical. ] You do, do you.

[familybusiness]

I know a version of it, anyway.

[He looks down at the ground, into the opening of his beer.]

I did some research, found a couple old police records, but when I dug deeper... [He pauses, clearly severely unhappy, his hand tightening around the bottle briefly.] ...I found Robin Wood's name, so I went out to Chicago, and I took Buffy with me.

[likedillinger]

[ tension gives way to outrage pretty quickly over here. ] You went with Buffy? [ not surprise that she was there. that you were. since he... knew the first part. ]

[familybusiness]

I asked her to go with me. Let me guess, she said something to you.

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[likedillinger]

She told me about her little chat with Robin. And neglected to mention anything about you dragging her into it.

[familybusiness]

Well, good, because if you're going to be pissed at anyone about it, at least it'll be directed in the right direction.

Maybe I would have known what I was dragging her into if you'd give me anything to work with.

[likedillinger]

She told me Robin told her what you did. You heard all that? Cuz if so, I'm not exactly sure how you can stand there and be pissed at me for not wanting to open up to you.

[familybusiness]

Because you're not the only person this affects, Dean. I didn't do those things, and I had no idea the extremely, frankly, terrifying scope of this mess.

Look, I get it. You think this is some big trick, and I can tell you til I'm blue in the face that it isn't. I can tell you that I'm scared, and freaked out, and confused as hell, and you might be able to shrug it off.

But if I am the fiend that was your brother, then I already know all this crap. And if I'm not, then you let me walk into all this crap by myself.

[A beat.]

I didn't talk to Robin, Dean. Buffy did, and I got Robin's story from her. I talked to someone else.

[He's gonna....drink this beer now.]

[likedillinger]

[ he looks ready to say something else, almost chastised by sam's words until

that last part.

that stops him dead, and there's the sound of his beer hitting the dresser again as he sets it down, affixing sam with an anxious glare, all his worst fears written on his face. ] Who? [ he manages to work so much dread into just one little word. ]

[familybusiness]

[If Sam looked uncomfortable before, it increases like...a million fold. But he soldiers on.]

She told me her name was Gayl.

[Which implies that he...knows that's not her name.]

[likedillinger]

[ yeah, this is his worst nightmare. right here. he's living it.

it's not just anger in his eyes, it's fear, and disappointment, and something all but snapping as whatever speck of hope he'd managed to hold onto for things being different after all this time breaks inside him. ] Sam. [ there's a warning threat in his words, his voice hard and demanding. ] What did she say.

[familybusiness]

A lot, Dean. She's said a lot of things. Sometimes, I wish she would take them all back.

[Like this moment right here. He doesn't want it.]

I don't even know where to start.

[likedillinger]

[ ahahaha his voice goes gruff with pain and rage, and his next words burn with barely disguised hope warring with full blown horror. ] Do you know? Sam! Do you know what she is?! [ please just tell him you don't just say you didn't know you still don't know, that you were tricked, it's all he wants to hear. ]

[familybusiness]

She told me. Eventually.

[So a little from both columns. He didn't know, not right away.]

[likedillinger]

Eventually? [ he spits the word out, not happy with this is going, where it's already gone, what he can't take back that she's already poured in sam's ear. ] And what'd you do, Sam, when you found out the truth?

[familybusiness]

[This time, he doesn't look away when he answers, he just finishes off his beer and sets it aside.]

I heard her out. [And then some but.../coughs] I don't think she's lied to me, Dean. At least not outright or knowingly. But all I have right now is her side of the story. The side I wanted was yours.

[likedillinger]

You heard her out. [ he repeats the words, incredulous, taking a step closer. ] You heard her out? She tells you she's Lucifer's hellspawn and your reaction is to hear that bitch out?!

[familybusiness]

Yeah, I did. She's still half-human, Dean.

[He gestures vaguely, voice raising.]

I mean, look around you. We work with tieflings, succubi, werewolves, vampires, and they're decent people. This whole world is like....one gigantic mess of exceptions.

[likedillinger]

Exceptions. [ the word personally offends him, and he turns away, running his hand over his face as if he's afraid of what else he's gonna do with it otherwise. he sure as hell can't even look at you right now, sam. ] That's just what you want to think, isn't it? That she's an exception because maybe, just maybe, that means that you are too. Is that it?

Is that what this is?

[familybusiness]

[Well, that's the one best way to get him to stop dead in his tracks. He also rolls...a 3 on his will save, so he literally looks like he just got punched.

Really, being decked in the face would have been so much better.]

Yeah. Maybe it is. Maybe because I just found out I have freaking Hell blood in me that I didn't know about because my own brother couldn't be the one to tell me.

[He swallows past a lump in his throat, words just...pouring out.]

Maybe I wanted you to be the one that told me it didn't matter.

Or maybe all this time you thought Dad was right. That putting a bullet in my head was the best option. Maybe you should have just slit my throat out there in that hallway and saved us both the trouble. Or just...left me dead in the first place.

[likedillinger]

[ dean whirls around, and he looks like he's got tears in his eyes himself, his voice choked as he steps forward, grabbing sam by the collar to force him to look at him. ] Is that what you think of me? That's what you really believe?

You don't fucking get it, Sammy, you don't want to get it. It's never been about whatever they put inside you when you were a freaking baby, about your powers, about what you were or weren't.

It's about what you chose. The choices you made, to turn your back on everything we stood for, to walk right into their arms, and sign up with the goddamn Devil himself because apparently that's who you wanted to be. I would have done anything to find a way to save you, Sam, but you didn't wanna be saved.

[familybusiness]

He chose them. Not me.

[They can talk about how they're the same person, but they're not. And maybe if he'd been in the same shoes, he would have made the same decisions, but it doesn't matter.

He's different. He's human. He's still here.]

Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, he did it to save you? That he had you in mind the entire time? Doesn't it all sound pretty damn familiar?

[He looks him dead in the eyes, trying to keep himself together, only being the tiniest bit successful.]

Dad made a deal to save you. You made a deal to save me. I made a deal to save you. How many times do we have to go to Hell before it stops somewhere? How much more do we have to suffer, Dean? Can't we just...be?

[Diplomacy 25]