Thrown Out of Time

[fallen_vessel]

Sam didn't remember what had happened. There had been the survivor camp, demons tearing through the survivors, Croats finishing what was left. Lucifer was pleased, and he was still talking. Sam was sure that he'd never really stopped. Not in the last five years. He wishes that he would. Or kill him. Let his soul burn out

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[100deaths_a_day]

Dean was just finishing up packing to move on, ready to go meet up with Cas and Sam in the next town. He opened the door and took his duffel out to the impala, when he felt like something was watching him. He turned, and spotted Sam.

He dropped his bag in the trunk and closed it, before making his way over with a slight frown. He'd noticed the staggering. "Sam, I thought you were meeting up in the next town?" Pause. "And are you drunk or something, dude?"

[fallen_vessel]

His smile is faint and disbelieving.

Dean. Alive. Not the corpse left discarded in the rose garden.

Unsteadily, he got to his feet, staggering closer. The noise in his head is almost overpowering. But it's Dean. His brother. He'd never given up hope that he'd come.

"Dean.. they sent me back. It's not all over. It hasn't burned."

[100deaths_a_day]

He gets... a confused look. "who sent you back? Did someone capture you?" Now, that's just a thought that pisses him off. "Who the hell nabbed you Sam? I'll rip their goddamned lungs out."

He's... not quite realised this is not his Sam. But really? Why would he? even if this being the future version's Sam, the last time he saw him, he was playing vessel to Lucifer, so... it's almost definitely not going to occur to him without being told what's going on.

[fallen_vessel]

"Lucifer," Sam said weakly, leaning heavily against the trunk of the car. His hand traces along the side of the Impala. The car. Home. He hadn't seen it since he'd walked away, afraid of his addiction. Afraid of himself. "He took me. I said yes.. I fell."

Tears blur his eyes and he hugs himself, trying to blot out the noise of the traffic around them. Too much. Too noisy. "Dean. 'm sorry. You died. 'm sorry. My fault."