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[ figuring out how to use the device isn't the hard part, no, it's swallowing the fact that either purgatory changed on him in what could only be described as seriously trippy as shit way, or he's in yet another new dimension. so have dean, wonderland, covered in dirt and grime from head to toe. it doesn't take squinting to notice the obvious splashes of blood either, though all of it's dried as if he hasn't changed his clothes in a while...

in his hand is a massive weapon; axe-like in shape, with a blade made of something unrecognizable but decidedly dangerous. ]

Alright, listen up. This is how it's gonna go; whoever thought this-- [ he gestures vaguely around with the tip of his weapon. ] -- was a great idea? Hand up now. You and I are gonna have a couple words, and how pretty they end up bein' depends entirely on you. [ a threat is laced in every single word. ]

Or I can always just start demandin' answers-- [ you know the violent way. purgatory kinda rubs off on you after a while. ] -- 'cause you know what? I don't have time for this. Not today. [ not when one minute benny had been going on about something or another and now the vampire isn't anywhere to be seen and his search for cas is interrupted.

which leads him to adding, after a pause; ]

Cas, if you're here for some messed up reason, lem'me know. Same for you, Benny.

[ end feed. ]

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[ Sam does extend his arm, almost cracking a weary smile. It ends up looking tired and grim, the way he feels, the way he's felt so often lately in this place, and... well, if he's being honest, back home, too. ]

A lot. [ There's another shrug; he isn't going to tell what what's happened, not if he can help it. ] If you just got yanked from Purgatory, that means you're missing about a year and a half of memories. More or less.

[ Hard to swallow, maybe, but true. ]

And Benny isn't here. Cas is.

[ dean pauses, briefly, eyes going from sam's arm up to his brother's face. a year and a half of memories? that's a lot, more than he would have guessed, and for a moment he looks like he's going to say something about it, right until the moment that he doesn't. instead, he grips sam by the wrist, pushes back fabric enough to expose the skin of his forearm.

it's only then that he speaks again, going for nonchalance. ]

S'quite a bit to be missing. You sayin' I got outta that circus?

[ sure, after he'd met benny, getting out had been the plan... but before that, they'd had to find cas, so it had still been some ways off. ]

[ Sam just waits for the blade, unaffected by the motion; his arm had been sliced up and down so many times now that this is completely normal, beyond routine, a small drop in the bucket of tests and trials and pain. ]

What, Purgatory? Yeah. Dropped one circus to move on to another.

[ Their usual gig. Something worse than that, even. And he knows, this early on, that he isn't going to tell Dean about the trials. About Kevin. About Gadreel. ]

I can fill you in, if it helps.

[ the edge of it cuts sam's skin effortlessly, and dean keeps his grip lighter now. no need to go deep, not when he's running out of reasons to believe this is sam. ]

You better.

[ he has enough amnesia to deal with right now, last thing he needs is to get it from sam too when it concerns their home.

dean steps back then, the axe falling to his side. again, he hesitates when he looks at sam, not sure what to do, what to say. to believe or not? it could cost him, but he's out of options here without the right supplies. ]

I'm guessin' a lot's gonna happen.

We can get some holy water and Borax, too, if that'll make you feel better.

[ He almost cracks a smile and doesn't, not now. He's glad to see his brother, of course, but worried about what this'll bring. Between hiding things from Dean (he knows, knows it's a terrible idea, can't bring himself to resign to saying it) and the existence of so many of their enemies in Wonderland--

It isn't good. Won't end well. He knows it, like one of his old visions. ]

You should probably shower, settle in. [ Talk to the dozens of people beeping in to Dean's initial call, happy he's back, happy to taunt him, depending. ] Then we can talk.

[ holy water and borax sound like a good idea, settles his nerves some even if he still has to exercise trust where he'd really rather not. and at the end of that thought is also the fact that sam is more and more likely actually, really sam. he'd thought-- well, on bad nights he'd thought he'd never see him again.

not with how intense everything in purgatory had been. so he looks at him, just for a fleeting second, and then huffs. ]

I don't plan on settling in. If there's something I need to know, I wanna know it now.

[ the last thing he needs is more great surprises down the road. ]

Dean, you're covered in blood, and who knows what else. [ He isn't going to try to put a name to the incredible stench that's coming from his brother. Sam rolls down his sleeve again after wrapping a cloth around the wound. ]

Fine. Can we at least get out of the open? There're a handful of people here that neither of us want to run into right now.

You sayin' I smell?

[ it comes off a little rough, but there's almost something amused about it. purgatory will do that to you, leave you a smelly thing since showers had been kinda far and few.

but he nods eventually at the suggestion, amusement draining away. ]

Alright. [ fine. ] Is one of those people Ruby?

[ l: ]

You always smell. [ He scoffs, almost cracking a smile. Except he doesn't, because he catches the tone, and his stomach turns a bit. Not in guilt, but... well, cautionary concern. ]

Yeah. And Crowley, Meg, Michael-- Hell, even Lilith. It's the Greatest Hits of all the people who want to kill us.

[ And two of whom have already. Whoops. ]

Don't do that, Dean. I learned my lesson with Ruby. Alright?

[ greatest hits is putting it really lightly, and dean just ends up letting his shoulders sag some at the names. ]

A real party then.

[ yay. ]

You sure 'bout that? She has a real tongue on her, and you know that.

[ and not the fun kind of tongue either. ]

Nothing we can't handle. Especially here. [ For a number of reasons that he's quickly losing the energy to explain. That's Sam nowadays; quiet and introspective and very, very tired. ]

Yeah. I'm sure. Just drop it.

[ His expression suggests it, too; he isn't about to talk about this, about her. About the possibility of him getting the wool pulled over his head again. ]

[ dean doesn't feel as convinced, even if they're all old enemies. but for now he let's it go, figures there's enough for him to try and wrap his head around already.

and as for ruby... dean looks like he wants to say something more, really does, but fine.

he goes for something else. ]

So, uh, heard this place kinda grows fond of some people. [ the longest time he's heard of someone being here? three years. that's something. ] ...How long've you been here?

Almost a year. [ He shifts, clearing his throat. ] Apparently I'd been around before that, but I don't remember. And you've been here a few times, yeah.

[ They all had, apparently. Memories fluctuating, disappearing, reappearing. ]

I know it's hard to believe right now, but we've all got a pretty good thing going on here. [ He smiles faintly, and then offers a shrug. ] You organized a whole resistance, made more friends than you've probably had in your life-- I mean, we had this whole conversation last Thanksgiving about how this is almost more of a home than we've ever had.

[ Even with the enemies and near-constant danger. ]

[ as much as life back home sucks at best, it takes every bit of dean to not scoff and look at his brother like he's crazy. he's not entirely sure he succeeds even, since the idea is just so... wrong. ]

Are you sayin' you don't wanna leave this place?

[ actually, really failing at not looking at sam like he's hit his head. the disbelief mixes with the already present mistrust, leaving dean all the less eager to be stuck in this new world. ]

... You don't know what's going on back home, Dean. [ Sam says it in a low voice, being half-honest, not meeting his brother's eyes. ] Things... aren't good. Back there.

[ Between them, even. If Dean knew half of what had happened... ]

[ there's that tone to his brother's voice, the one that spells nothing but trouble... but where there's the normally worry, is also pure frustration right now. ]

So how about you tell me then, huh? The whole thing-- every little gritty detail. What's going on back there?

[ and don't you dare leave anything out. ]

[ Every little gritty detail. He can't do that, can't tell him everything. Sam takes a very deep breath, looking warily back at his brother. ]

... Fine. [ Where does he even start? He takes a moment to think, to try and place himself back a few years. When he begins to talk, Sam leaves out a number of things, like Amelia, and then moves through all the events of the next year that Dean would have, including the Trials. He doe,s though, stop short of the end of the story. ]

Last trial was to turn a demon human again, and we went with Crowley. Started working on that one, you nearly broke down the door with the news that Metatron's a liar--no surprises there--and that's all I've got.

[ Which isn't true, considering that his own memories extend so far past that. Crowley is about the only one who knows, he thinks, and so it shouldn't be a problem. Sam just doesn't want to talk about Gadreel. ]

Alright?

Alright? Alright?

[ don't freaking alright him, dude. not after that story, not after everything that-- was just said! dean looks stunned, though frustration still rolls off him in waves as he blinks at sam, almost angry with everything that's been told him. so much will still happen, so much bad that it leaves sam almost entirely fucked because they thought they could seal the gates of hell. and another angel screwing shit up on top of it all?

great. real great. ]

Dude, there's nothing alright about this-- about any of it.

[ not a goddamn single thing. and he fucking swears that metatron asshole shows up, he's getting it. ]

I know that, man. I lived it.

[ And worse. He draws a deep breath, having been prepared for this reaction. ]

But there's nothing we can do about it here, and when you get dropped back home, you won't remember we even talked about it. There's no point worrying. We've got a lot of people here that we got killed who're alive, and-- isn't that more important?

[ It is. The answer is that it is more important. ]

[ no point worrying. easier said than done, and it leaves dean having a hard time not scoffing at what his brother is saying. a part of him understands, yet the other doesn't, can't believe what he's hearing. ]

Yeah, but this could be a trap-- a trick, Sam. I don't know, but it's not right, it's not-- [ normal, there's something off. ]

I just... What about home? I know it's shit, you told me as much and trust me, I get it. But that doesn't mean... Don't you care about it at all anymore? You gonna just say screw it to that and hakuna matata your days away here?

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It's a lot of things, but a trap-- I mean, that's just not what it is. [ Sam sighs shortly, brow creased. ] This place is dangerous, more than anything we've run into, really, but you can't just walk out. There isn't any getting back whenever you want-- Believe me, man, I've tried.

[ And his wearied expression backs that assertion up. ]

Yeah, I care about that. [ ... ] There isn't anything we can do, Dean. Once we get zapped back home, we don't remember this place. And we can't change what happens there when we're here. I'm not trying to sound depressing, here, this is just how it is.

[ the look speaks of someone defeated to dean, and it just won't do, not one bit. ]

Since when is there nothing we can do, dude? We-- [ and it's odd, hearing himself be the one to say this for once. ] -- always find a way, in the end. Even if it takes a while.

But that ain't gonna work if you're.. like this. [ he throws a hand at sam, at how he is. ]

Since this. Believe me, I've been here a long time. We've both been killed in this place. Hell, I lost all my memories once when I tried to beat the system.

[ Sam clenches his jaw, brow pinched. ]

I just don't want you to get hurt trying to get out of here if there's no way, alright?

I can't believe... [ just shaking his head, looking at sam like he doesn't even know him. someone definitely can't believe what he's hearing. ]

You really can't except me to just sit around with my thumb up my ass, nodding and smiling like this is all fine.

What do you want me to do, Dean? You just got here, and I-- Don't you think I've tried everything I can think of? And I don't-- Honestly? I don't want to get back.

[ There. He said it. ]

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