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[likemichael]

[The phone comes on to a shaky feed and it's clear whoever is recording this isn't the main focus of the broadcast. Instead, it tilts up to show a man covered in blood and filth and wounds. He holds a strange weapon and it's obvious that Dean is wary, alert, and more than prepared to shoot or stab someone if they get in his way

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[dowhatimust]

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[The angel doesn't even know what number that is - but he's at the station in a moment - interrogating the man with about as much mercy as Dean presented by stealing his phone and his bag. The angel disappears just as abruptly as he appeared, dialing it as he appears on the top of the station, looking around. He can't see the hunter -- but that means nothing. The way Dean was acting ... he could have gone to ground very easily.]

[The angel muttered into the phone, his gravely voice even more intent than usual.] Pick up the phone, Dean.

[likemichael]

[It's a little while after Dean has found a warehouse to just take a breather in that he actually answers the phone, and that takes him a moment because Mandalus has fucking weird technology.]

Who is it? [He doesn't know who is calling, he didn't bother to check.]

[dowhatimust]

[If the angel was the kind of creature to breath a sigh of abject relief ... but instead, he went with a quiet noise.]

Dean.

[likemichael]

Cas. [It's said almost with reverence and a little laugh follows.]

Son of a bitch, it's good to hear your voice. I thought I left you and Benny behind in Purgatory.

[A pause.] Pretty sure Benny's still stuck there. Dammit.

[daddysknife]

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Dean, what the fuck are you doing?!

[Shit, they can't handle crazy Sam and crazy Dean and dumped Gabriel, even Castiel can only go so far.]

[likemichael]

[Dean is in a warehouse when he answers, and he frowns a bit.]

Jo. [Alive Jo, and not ghost Jo trying to kill him. Fucking Mandalus.] You look good.

[daddysknife]

Wish I could say the same for you. [She grimaces ever-so-slightly. That frown can't mean good things.]

Where are you? I'll come get you, take you to Bobby's.

[likemichael]

It's been a Hell of a ride.

[He smiles then, shaking his head.] Nah, don't worry yourself. I wouldn't want you to be caught down-wind of me right now. I smell like dead... well, dead everythin'.

[lilgreasemonkey]

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[ To say she's in shock is an understatement. What she sees is just so vastly different than how she personally knows Dean (it doesn't help she missed certain goings on in the city because of a lovely trip below). ]

D-Dean? Ya got someone who can see to ya? [ She doesn't want to count the wounds. ] You're in Mandalus. You're back.

[likemichael]

...Amy? [A pause and then it clicks.] Kaylee. No, I'm fine. I'm headin' home.

[He lets out a rough breath as he deals with a wound he's got thanks to being shot at.] It's good to be back.

[lilgreasemonkey]

N- [ Who's Amy? o.O ] -there ya go. Ya sure? Ya get all that seen to. Don't go sittin' there cos ya wanna look extra manly or somethin'. I'm hopin' I'll see ya drivin' 'round with your gal real soon. 's a sight I've sure missed. [ Plus who else shares her appreciation for older vehicles huh? It's clear in her voice she's just going to stay worried for him for awhile. ]

's good to have ya back.

[likemichael]

Yeah, I-- Wait, my baby's here still? Son of a bitch, I didn't think she'd stick around. [He's glad to know his car is here. It's a small good thing in a sea of crap he's come home to.]

It's good to be back.

[notanemptymotto]

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[ Helen isn't sure if she should chastise him for making off with someone's things, or be absolutely concerned with the condition he's in. ]

Dean. Welcome back. Are you alright?

[likemichael]

[Dean gives her a grin that most people in Mandalus haven't seen from him before. It's genuine, happy, and it makes the corners of his eyes crinkle up.]

A little worse for wear, but I'm good. It's good to see ya, Doc, it's been a while.

[notanemptymotto]

[ A happy Dean. That is most definitely strange. ]

It must have been. I think you even look older. [ She'll still tease him though. ]

[likemichael]

I probably do. It's been nearly two years. Gonna be... thirty-four this month.

[He shrugs, giving her another smile.] How've things been?

[adaptably]

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[ Selina saw the broadcast, but didn't bother to respond to it. As she figured it, Dean would want to get home to his brother and his friends before anything else. That's how she rationalized it at least. Really, she just wanted to avoid a reunion. Reunions didn't go the best for her, and Dean looked like he had been to Hell and back. Putting her phone back in her pocket, she kept walking down the sidewalk she was on. She didn't have a real destination in mind, which is probably why she ended up in one of the old construction sites bordering the Business District. Too distracted by her thoughts, she turns the corner and bumps right into someone.

Hi, Dean. ]

[likemichael]

[Snatching hold of her out of instinct, Dean had Selina pinned to the wall in mere seconds, the blade of his weapon held up near her throat. It took him a second to register who she was and he let out a breath, backing off finally.]

Dammit, Kitty. Don't sneak up on a guy with a bad case of itchy trigger finger. [He rakes his hand through his filthy hair then grins at her and doesn't even think twice about pulling her forward into a hug.] God damn, it's good to see you.

[adaptably]

[ So much for laying low. Her back hits the wall and her hands automatically go to the wrists of her attacker, intending to flip him over. Then it clicks that it's Dean. It's hard to recongize him from all the dirt, blood and God only knows what all over him. Before she can even get a witty retort out, he's pulled her into a hug.

She raises her hands and pulls back. Someone has her defensive walls all back up in place. ]

I'm touched you bothered to remember me. [ And there is the playful -yet flippant - attitude. ]

[likemichael]

[Dean eyes her for a moment before giving her a gentle smile, his green eyes warm and vibrant. He can see exactly what she's doing. He's got her figured out.]

Damn right I'd remember you. A couple years away won't wipe my memory. You're pissed I was gone, though, right? [He reaches to cup the side of her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw.] I'll make it up to ya.