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Post by Dean Winchester on May 9, 2008 16:53:48 GMT -4
Dean leaned heavily against the wall of the small room he had been laid in and his eyes stared vacantly at the shell of the person now laying upon the bed. He eyed the bloodied shirt that lay sticking to his own corpse and glanced quickly down at his own form. The cleanliness, the spotlessness and the lack of knife wound within his clothing made him glance back up at the bed confused and then once more back down at himself. “I'll be damned....” he mumbled quietly “Least he had the decency to get me looking my smartest....” he smirked.
His eyes finally tore themselves away from himself and over to the sleeping form of Sam Winchester as he lay within a chair, his head rested upon the mattress and his hand lying within his. The wounds and various cuts and bruises that littered his young brothers face and body caused his entire stomach to heave and he pushed himself away from the wall.
Walking slowly, determinedly and quietly over to his brothers side, Dean stared down at the pair of people before him and simply stared until his eyes flinched in protest. “I always did say I was the better looking....” he grinned happily “Even when my sorry ass is dead....” he added with a soft laugh.
His eyes were once more torn down to the sight of Sam's hand laying gently within his own gray hand and he stared at it confused. “Dude....you are totally bursting my personal bubble here.....” he mumbled and reached down carefully to attempt to take a hold of his brothers hand.
The sensation of flesh beneath his caused a small grin to cross his mouth and he glanced at his brother quickly “This dream crap is frigging awesome....” he whispered, more than amused at the revelation of being able to touch people and he stood slowly up behind his brother.
“Rise and shine Sammy!” his voice carried around the room and echoed off of the walls, reaching out to place a hand upon Sam's shoulder, Dean shook him roughly and sat himself down beside.....himself, upon the bed.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 9, 2008 19:45:32 GMT -4
Sam had fallen into a deep and fitful sleep the toll of his injuries and the emotional anguish tearing into his body and leaving him utterly spent. He jerked his head up and off of the matress his eyes wide as he pulled his hand away from his brother's body as he heard his brother's voice fill the room.
His eyes went wide as he saw dean alive and well one would think if he wasn't sitting next to his corpse.
"Dean?...." Sam asked his eyes scruntched in confusion as he leaned back in the chair slightly and ran his hand through his hand grimacing slightly as his hand brushed against the bandage Missouri had covered his injury.
"Are you dead?"
He knew it was a stupid question but he was willing to give anything a shot.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 9, 2008 19:53:39 GMT -4
Dean stared blankly at Sam and slowly allowed a small smirk to cross his mouth before shifting himself further onto the bed. Glancing behind him and pushing the legs of his own body aside, so as to sit more comfortable upon the bed, Dean looked back at Sam and shrugged “Damn Sammy....how long were you at college? Do they give like frigging awards or whatever it is they hand out for dumb questions? Cos lemme tell you, that is one thing you would excel at college boy.” he added with a small laugh and then glanced back at Sam.
“Erm......yeah....in answer to your truly dumb and oh so very obvious question.” he mumbled quietly “And dude....totally loving the fact that in your dream, I am totally frigging better looking than you! See you can't admit it in real life but your dreams tell all.” he added with a satisfied grin.
Glancing around the room and quickly looking back at Sam, Dean held his stomach briefly and grimaced “Sammy....you got any food? Cos I can totally go for a burger right about now....I am starving!” he added quickly.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 9, 2008 20:04:32 GMT -4
Sam stared back at Dean as he carried on about the conversation as if it was the most normal thing that had ever happened to them. He grimaced slightly as he watched Dean shift..."Dean" over slightyl on the bed so that he could get more comfortable. The whole thing was a bit mind numbing and Sam began to worry that perhaps he had cracked his head against the windshield harder then he had originally thought.
His brother was dead...of course he was dead but he was also sitting next to himself so it wasn't as if that was something he saw every day.
"....Ok fine then are you a ghost?...Or am I really just dreaming all of this?" Sam asked not sure which alternative was wrose. If he was dreaming then his brother was really still very much dead and silent and if he wasn't someone was gonna salt and burn him for being a spirit.
A small almost shell shocked smile crossed Sam's face as Dean exclaimed that he was hungry. Typical Dean even in death always thinking of his stomach.
"Dean...you were stabbed...murdered...you're hungry?" Sam asked looking at his brother once more like he had grown a second head.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 9, 2008 20:12:12 GMT -4
Dean shrugged lightly and stared back at Sam rather bemused. “Dude....do I look like the chain rattling kind? Come on! Give me more credit than that for God's sake...and besides....I died in a frigging graveyard and my body is lying here. So all I will have to haunt is a bunch of fellow dead dudes or Missouri....ain't no hot naked chicks in either Sammy....” he added with a small, rather disappointed tone to his voice.
As the small, all be it rather shocked smile crossed Sam's face, Dean could not help but return it only briefly. “I also had my neck broken....dunno if you noticed the fact that my neck is sorta jutting out in a way that is less than healthy....” Dean leaned over slightly and glanced at his neck again with a grimace “That bitch sure got the drop on me....” he added with a low growl before glancing back at Sam.
“Dude...this is your dream, your mind, your imagination....burger....extra onions.” he added with a slight nod of the head.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 9, 2008 21:15:47 GMT -4
Sam cringed slightly as Dean touched on the subject that he had been murdered in a cemetry. A slight shiver ran up his spine as Dean pointed out that his neck had been snapped. Sam had been so focused on the knife wound he hadn't seen past much else. Swallowing down the bile that rose up his throat his eyes searched over his brother's corpse before settling back on Dean who continued to hold strong that he was hungry.
Even in dreams some things never changed.
"I don't know if that actually works Dean..." Sam grumbeled with a small shrug as he locked eyes on the closet and thought of a hamburger not sure if it would really work but then again why not throw caution to the wind as he was already pretty sure he was going nuts.
"I think it might in the closet," Sam said looking back over at Dean.
This wasn't right though he was pretty sure if he was sitting here with his dead brother he really shouldn't be summoning hamburgers.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 9, 2008 21:33:07 GMT -4
Dean's eyes followed Sam as his younger brother checked over his corpse and he coughed slightly, deliberately of course, so as to avoid any sort of conversation that would arise from the subject of his death and he shot Sam an awkward smile.
As Sam shifted his attention to the closet and seemed to be in deep thought, Dean followed his lead and focused his attention solely upon it. As Sam's voice broke through the brief silence, Dean snapped his eyes back to him and grinned ecstatically. “Sweet!” he proclaimed more than happily and hopped down from the bed. Pulling open the closet and looking at the rather impressively built burger that now lay upon one of the shelves at chest level, Dean took a quick hold of it and made his way back to the bed.
Positioning himself back beside himself, Dean laid the burger out upon the mattress and unwrapped it with a small, rather self satisfied smile upon his face. Staring down at the burger as it lay within the paper, Dean turned it this way and that and, after finally deciding which part to attack first, picked it up and proceeded to bite his way into it.
Staring back at his brother, mouth full, Dean threw him a huge grin and waved the burger slightly “Apart from skimping on the relish I say you make a mighty fine burger....” he mumbled through the food and began to take another bite despite not actually having finished the previous chunk. “Want some....” he mumbled quickly, holding the burger out to his brother and then taking it back just as fast. “Snooze you lose....” he muttered happily.
As Dean continued to attack the burger with a rather alarming amount of ferocity, he threw his brother a cursory glance and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth “How you keeping Sammy?” he asked quietly, still not finding any problem with speaking through his food.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 9, 2008 21:43:08 GMT -4
Sam watched Dean walk over to the closet and he couldn't hide the amused and rather proud smile which flashed upon his face as he noted he had actually been able to summon a burger out of nowhere.
"Guess that is how that works," he muttered to himself.
"I'm fine Dean..." Sam muttered unamused that even in his dreams he couldn't get his brother to stop worrying about him and he couldn't stop lying to get him not to worry about him. Sam looked up and voer at Dean as he ate as if they were having ther most normal conversation in the world and soemthing inside of Sam snapped as he felt tears burn behind his eyes.
"You shot her?...Meg?...And then you stabbed her and then what happened Dean?...Cause something obviously didn't go according to plan Dean! You died! You left me with Ruby and went off and you died Dean!" Sam said his vocie taking on the desperate tone it had been laced with with his father.
Sam pulled himself up and out of the chair and limped across the room slwoly unable to look at his brother...either form of his brother.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 9, 2008 21:56:27 GMT -4
Dean stopped halfway through biting through his burger and pulled it out to stare back at Sam as he proclaimed himself to be fine. “Dude you can't even lie in your dreams....” he muttered, tossing the burger down upon the bed and turning slightly to face his brother.
Dean's eyes widened upon Sam as his younger brother seemed to snap in a second and his mouth opened to protest slightly before he slammed it shut and decided it best for Sam to get it all out. His eyes followed Sam as he limped his way across the room and he stared at his injured leg with nothing but remorse burning across his face. “Yes....I shot her....” he mumbled, shame tearing through his voice “And no....I didn't frigging stab her!” he added bitterly, tearing himself off from the bed and standing directly in front of Sam.
“Yeah I left you.....I left you with Ruby too....so shoot me already....” he hissed bitterly, his own anger at the whole situation tearing through him. “What do you want me to say Sammy? Huh? Yeah...I shot the bitch, knowing full well that you would more than likely feel it....you wanna know why? Because she got the drop on me Sammy....for God's sake I needed a frigging fighting chance or would you rather I went down without a fight? Huh?!”
Dean's eyes burned into Sam's, the anger ever evident behind his eyes, and yet it was anger aimed solely at himself. “And just so you know little brother....the bitch decided to stick the knife in....literally....so don't go laying all the Goddamn blame on me!”
Tearing his eyes away from his brother and making his way over to the side of the bed, Dean stared down at himself and that over to his brother “You think I wanted this?!” he asked bitterly “I went there because I was doing my duty!” he hissed “I am your brother....I am the only one, the only frigging constant in your life and I had to help you.....I had to....” he added quieter, softer, before sitting himself back down upon the bed.
Allowing his head to hang low and staring down at the floor beneath him, Dean refused to meet his brothers gaze again and kept his voice low. “If it helps in any way.....I'm sorry....” he whispered, not even daring to speak the words to high.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 9, 2008 22:13:32 GMT -4
Sam shrugged lightly not meeting his brother's gaze as Dean pointed out that he couldn't lie in his dreams.
"No but apprently I can summon burgers out of thin air," he muttered picking at the wallpaper along side of the closet not knowing what else to do or how else to feel. He couldn't stand it that hollow empty feeling inside of him that threatened to swallow him whole any second.
Sam stared down at his brother as Dean made his wya over to him and went off on what exactly had happened between him and Meg at the graveyard. His eyes locked with Dean's as he stood silent and listened to what his brother had to say. He bit at his lip till he couldn't stand it any more and brushed by Dean and sat once more down into the chair staring back at his brother's body without saying a word.
"You didn't have too..." Sam whispered his eyes staring at the corpse.
"I can't do this...I can't," Sam whispered his vocie breaking slightly as he took a shaky breath and tried to swallow back his emotions like their father had taught them to do so many years ago.
"I won't do this Dean...you're dead and when I wake up it's just going to be me and him," Sam said looking back at Dean as he pointed to the corpse.
"That's all I've got left Dean and I can't stand it..."
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 9, 2008 22:31:06 GMT -4
Dean stared back at Sam as he sat on the chair beside his body and he made his way slowly to his side. “I did have to Sammy....because no-one else will....” Dean reached out slowly to place his hand upon his brother's shoulder but took it away at the last minute and made his way to the far side of the room.
Leaning heavily against the wall and staring at the scene before him, the reality that far outweighed everything else in that exact moment, Dean allowed his eyes to slip closed and he rested his head against the wall behind him. “You can do this Sammy....” he whispered, though his eyes remained closed and he crossed his arms across his chest. “And it isn't just you and.....” Dean tore his eyes open and stared back at himself upon the bed “.....him.....” he added bitterly, allowing his eyes to find Sam once more.
“Dad...Bobby...Missouri....” Dean whispered, his voice breaking before he coughed hard and attempted to speak through the new rush of emotion that was threatening to wash over him “And besides....you're not entirely useless with a salt gun....practice will make perfect....” he whispered, in a lame attempt at a joke.
“Not as if you can give me a roasting for this now Sammy, but I....” Dean whispered “And I don't know why I am telling you this....it's your dream I guess....unless you are like frigging channeling me......” he muttered, staring back at Sam quickly, confusion washing over his face “Are you channeling me?” he whispered, sudden realizing flashing across his face “Cos you know that whole psychic crap you got going on has like evolved lately....hasn't it?” he added quietly.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 9, 2008 23:10:19 GMT -4
Sam sat in silence in the chair staring back at the dead body of his brother and with every second that ticked by the pain only grew worse and the dread felt ten fold. This was going to destroy him and he didn't know how to stop it not without Dean there.
He couldn't stand to hear his brother's voice and see him alive and seemingly "well" in one form and then dead in another he couldn't keep everything in order and it was quickly becoming too much.
"Stop," he whispered clenching his eyes shut and burying his head in the palm of his hands.
"Please stop," Sam begged pulling his head away from his hands his cheeks stained with tears as he desperately looked back at his brother his eyes wide and desperate.
He couldn't fix this here but he didn't want to go yet but he didn't have a choice. As every second ticked by the possibilty that Dean was gone forever became more and more real.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 9, 2008 23:19:02 GMT -4
Dean's eyes snapped open and fixed on Sam as his voice barely reached him across the room and he fixed his eyes upon his brother's tear stained ones. The desperation and the sadness that lie behind his eyes and in his voice tore through to Dean's very core and he clenched his eyes closed against it all.
“All you gotta do is wake up Sammy.....” he mumbled quietly, though not looking back at his brother again.
Dean's eyes flicked about the room and quickly focused on Sam. “How did....how did I get here? Who came and got me?” he asked quickly, pulling himself from the floor “Did they bring her back?” he asked quickly, his frantic eyes searching his brothers “The car....did they bring her back with me?” he asked again, a sudden rise of panic in his voice as he tried to settle the growing feeling of worry in the pit of his stomach.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 9, 2008 23:23:51 GMT -4
Sam shook his head softly as Dean mentioned all he had to do was wake up.
"No...I can't wake up...cause then it all goes back to how it's going to be for the rest of my life and I'm not ready for that Dean. I can't even stand to do this let alone stand to do the real thing," Sam replied solemnly he was screwed which ever way he looked at it.
Sam's mouth fell slightly open not knowing exactly what to tell his brother in regards to what had become of his car and its current state of "rest."
"Nobody foudn you Dean...you Dean you came to us...or well you and the car...came right through the front of Missouri's house," Sam replied with a slight cringe already anticipating the fit his brother was on the brink of.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 9, 2008 23:31:21 GMT -4
Dean shook his head gently and locked his eyes with his brother. “All you gotta do is ask me to go and bingo.....I can make you wake up.....well least I think I can....I saw it somewhere before, might have been a movie. All I gotta do is snap my fingers....in theory.” he mumbled.
As Sam began to explain what had happened to the Impala, Dean felt his eyes grow wider by the second until his head snapped around and he fixed his gaze upon him. “Come again......” he hissed disbelievingly “We that is me and her....arrived here? At the house.....IN the house?” he whispered frantically.
“She.....We....dude.....” Dean walked over to his brother and stopped dead in front of him “You seriously did not just say we came through the front of the house.....did you?” he asked in a daze. “How did.....what the.....” Dean sagged backwards and fell upon the bed beside him before burying his head in his hands “Well this sucks out loud....” he growled into his hands.
“IN the house.....Actually full on, no frigging fooling inside the house?!” Dean's voice rose several decibels as his head snapped back up and he stared at Sam “Tell me you are yanking my frigging chain man....” he hissed.
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