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[givemetheaxe]

[ Yeah, this wasn't normal.

Then again, nothing about Dean's life was normal, so he wasn't exactly sure why this particular situation was creeping him the hell out. But then... Sam was the one who typically got his ass kidnapped, right? Now it sort of seemed like the opposite had happened, and someone had nabbed him when he'd least expected it.

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[givemethecolt]

[Too dark, too eerie, too empty of everything else but houses that sent a chill down Sam's spine - too familiar, the way this place resembled the one Azazel had kidnapped them to.

Too many bad memories. Sawed off shotgun cocked and at the ready, he cautiously moved along, careful not to leave his back too exposed. Where was Dean? His brother had been with him before and - ah.

That voice - the shape and outline a little way in front him in the mist that resembled his brother. But he's unsure, after all, it can very well be yet another creature. He pauses.]

...Dean?

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[ Dean froze.

He knew that voice. ]

Sammy?

[ And then he stopped thinking completely. He pushed forward through the dark and the heavy fog, trying hard not to stumble over his own feet as he made his way toward his brother's voice. It didn't take long for him to make out his form amongst the blurry lines of buildings, though. Sam was kind of hard to miss.

He also couldn't help the wave of relief that washed over him at the sight of that stupid face that he often wanted to punch. His brother was here. His brother was fine. His brother was with him, where he could keep an eye on him and keep him from getting into the retarded kind of trouble he often liked to get himself into.

He smiled broadly, stopping a few feet from Sam as he clapped a hand on his shoulder and looked him over. ]

There you are, man. Put that thing away, will you?

[ He pressed two fingers at the top of Sam's gun, pushing it down away from him. ]

You okay?

[givemethecolt]

It's Sam, you know. Not Sammy. [The younger pair of the two said automatically - really, was it so difficult to remember that he wasn't that snot-nosed weird kid he had been before? But then again, that response lacked the usual annoyance, tampered by a sense of relief of his own. Much odder still was the reassurance he had in the fact that Dean had used that nickname again.

After he had made sure that this wasn't some kind of mirage or demon. Good enough, good enough. He'd been panicked at first when Dean hadn't been with him - an irrational part of his mind feared that he had been taken away again, back to hell, and perhaps the return had all only been a long, awkward, painful dream.

But no - this was another reminder that Dean was still here - that he had only been lost for a little while. Letting Dean push it down, he shrugs; now that Dean was all right; found, he had nothing to worry about.

At least, where his brother was concerned. There was another worry coming right up.]

...Yeah - yeah, I'm fine. [Sam looks Dean over a