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takes place after thisAngua watched Dean come in and get Jess, disappearing right back out the door without so much as a word to her or Roger or O-Ren. Something was definitely wrong, and Angua stood as if to follow him, but never ended up going out that door

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[weary_head]

Dean looked up at her from the bed, ass barely settled against the blankets like he might come shooting up again. His fingers skittered before wrapping around each knee.

"Sam's back."

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Angua's eyes widened. She hadn't expected that, because for that to be true, Dean would look happier. Wouldn't he?

"Is he okay?" she asked, sitting down next to Dean.

[weary_head]

Dean opened his mouth. He didn't know what Sam was, other than alive and whole and with Jess, and it scared him down to his bones. There'd never been a look on Sam's face that Dean couldn't catalog, and now there were enough new looks as to be a language unto themselves.

He shook his head, pressing fingers against his eyes as if to hold off the tension headache setting in. "I don't know."

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Angua put a hand on Dean's leg and stroked his thigh, pressing up against his side to let him know she was there.

"What happened, what did he say?" she asked softly. Dean had been in Hell. Sure, Castiel had gotten him out, but they still didn't know what had happened to Sam. At least, she didn't. If Dean had found out from Castiel he hadn't told her.