It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester!

[second_son83]

After Uriel vanished Sam just sat down, contemplating exactly what the dick of an angel meant. Dean said he didn't remember anything from Hell. Why would Dean lie to him? Same reason you've been lying to him, Sammy... Don't want him to find out about all the bad shit you've been doing.

The young hunter sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He

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[hellscarred]

Dean had sat there in the park for a little while after Cas disappeared before he finally dragged his ass back to the motel room. He didn't know what to think, about any of this. A few months ago, granted it felt like a few decades ago, he was sure angels didn't exist. And now he had an angelic stalker? One who could spy on him at any point, and weirdly enough let Dean spy to an extent right back. And now they were going out on missions and awaiting his orders? What the hell was he being groomed for exactly.

He wandered back into the motel room and didn't even bother to look at Sam before walking over to his bed and laying down. He was tired, he was always tired these days. He knew he should be lecturing Sam about what happened....as if it would do any good. He'd do it later.

[second_son83]

Sam froze the moment Dean entered the room, his hands stilling from tossing clothes into another bag. He was expecting something, either a glare, a punch, maybe tossing another lamp but... Sam wasn't prepared for the silent treatment. He watched Dean collapse on the bed and let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

He wasn't sure how to start up a conversation or if he even should. Should he just leave Dean to his thoughts, ask him about Hell or just lay down on his own bed and take a nap like he was dying to do. Too confused about what to do, Sam just continued packing, his back to Dean.

[hellscarred]

Dean remained silent for several minutes, just laying on his back with his eyes shut. Finally he opened them, but made no other movement. His body ached from lack of sleep and getting the shit kicked out of him. Also somewhere Cas was fighting. He didn't know where but he felt a mixture of fear and adrenaline run through him. Yeah...this was getting fucked up. He quickly slammed the bond shut as much as he could and propped himself up into a sitting position. "So...that was Castiel." Well what the hell else was he supposed to say?

[second_son83]

Sam continued to pack as he listened to Dean's breathing begin to steady itself out. he let his mind wander as the silence in the room grew, his thoughts roaming over how difficult it was to exercise Samhain the night before. Maybe it was because the demon was stronger than what he was used to or maybe it was because he wasn't doing it as often but... it was too hard and it hurt more than usual. He pursed his lips and stuffed his laptop into his brown leather case.

He heard Dean move behind him but wasn't expecting his big brother to say anything. Sam looked over at Dean, eyes finding Dean's tired face. "Yeah...," he scoffed a laugh before going back to pack the power cord for his computer.

"He's..." Not what I expected? A murderous dick? A personal bubble invader? "...nice. His friend's a jerk though." He was still a little shaken from Uriel's ultimatum. Stop using his abilities or get turned into dust... Good times.

[second_son83]

Sam shifted again, trying to get a handle on exactly what Dean was telling him. "Wait a second..." he began, half a frown on his face. "He wants you to trust him... and you do just on the principle that you can feel what he's feeling?"

The younger brother just sat there and frowned, waiting for a better explanation than 'i can feel what he's feeling.' Cause that was seriously creepy and... really unsettling.

Sam shook his head for a moment trying to understand exactly what was being said in this conversation. "Wait, did you say he talks to you in your dreams?"