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Awesome.

[When the camera pans around at first all you see is jeans and boots before he's got it up and focused on his face. Dean flashes the receiver an unimpressed look, whatever this was he didn't want to be in on the joke.]

As far as abduction sequences go, the digs are nice. I'll give you that. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but I so don't do Stockholm.

[Zachariah might want him to sign up and put his body on layaway for the apocalypse but he didn't have any plans to go belly up. As far as he was concerned, there was still a shot, and he'd only consent to Michael if he didn't have any other choice. He was a lot of things, but letting someone else do his dirty work wasn't his style.]

Whatever sick twisted things you had planned, I don't go that way. ...No matter what you've heard.

[Dean takes a minute to scratch the side of his cheek, and then sets his jaw and squares his shoulders. The usual off-the-cuff sarcasm is still as confident as ever, but he's over the showmanship. Broadcasting wasn't his bag.]

And anybody else that wants to feed me another line of crap about mirrors and royalty, don't waste your time. The creep I'm looking for has Fifty Shades of Douche written all over him.

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We're good. [ Sam confirms, stowing the knife and then the flask. It had all been for show, really, since he didn't expect anybody to be possessing his brother, and if the guy had come back as a demon... well, he wasn't exactly subtle about it. The younger Winchester shifts his weight, still looking vaguely uncomfortable, and then he jerks his head toward the front doors. ]

Want to take a walk? I've got to bring you up to speed.

[ In a big way. In a big, likely painful way. ]

[Here it comes, there's no mistaking it. Dean's gonna get a dose of information that he's not prepared for. Instead of replying, Dean just falls into step with Sam. Like old times, when things weren't fucked up and miserable and the world wasn't about to burn. It's better to get the info up front. He's seen so much in the past few years, he's not even sure he can be surprised anymore.]

[ Well, that makes it easy. Sam follows wordlessly, pushing through the front doors with Dean at his side.

Firs thing's first, though: ]

What's the last thing you remember from home? [ He asks, voice suspiciously light. Dean doesn't look exactly like the old-timer who'd been here last, and Sam hasn't seen either the Mark or a bare arm. So much happens in a single year of their lives... the idea of filling him in on all of it is exhausting.

Maybe he doesn't have to know. Dean's kept secrets from Sam before (big time). Still, that doesn't usually go well for either of them, and this is important. It may mean the difference in how their relationship in Wonderland proceeds. ]

[That's not the kind of thing they've ever asked each other unless something was seriously screwy. After meeting with their mom and seeing that whole mind-fuck through Dean doesn't have as much energy to really shoot back at Sam with questions of his own. Not right off the bat.]

I don't know about you, but I went back to basics after the River Falls incident.

River-- What, the shtriga?

[ That doesn't sound right. Not when that was... years and years ago. Besides, Dean doesn't look that young.

Right? ]

Jesus. No, that was like four and a half years ago.

[As much as he needed that kill, Sam mentioning it threw him off. He hasn't thought about their usual hunts for anything else than getting his mind off of shit for a while. They were in too deep. Sam was older, a little more world-weary. That much was obvious. All he had left to do now was wait for him to give him the information he needed. Obviously, there was more than one inconsistency when it came to this place, and Sam was only a piece of the puzzle.]

[ Sam just stares, frowning, mind turning over whatever the hell Dean could be talking about.

A lot has happened since then and he's been in Wonderland for three years on top of that, so- ]

Can you just... tell me? [ He asks weakly. ] Enough with the 20 questions. What happened? What were we doing?

[It's not like Dean can't see that he's grown up a lot more and he's wearing a more world-weary face. He just figured that his brother would give him the truth when he was ready, and everything else is already playing Sam's hand. So, it shouldn't take long.]

We took out a horseman. I figure you're spending your time trying to uh- curb your appetite.

[ Ah, fudge. Not that. ]

Right. [ The less said about anything demon blood-related, the better. He certainly isn't going to say that he'd had the same problem in Wonderland, once. ] Got it.

[ So... now, it's his turn. ]

I'm from... years after that. [ As Dean has likely guessed, or noticed, at least. ] Like... four years. More or less.

[Sam is so resigned, and it's hard for him not to comment on it. This isn't the brother he left to get his shit together. That guy still had hope, or at least he thought so. The image of him he's looking at right now just looks worn thin and tired.]

You plan on filling me in? Or just pointing out the obvious.

I can, yeah. [ But, Christ, it's a lot to fill Dean in on. ] Just... Are you sure you want to hear it? You don't have to deal with that stuff; you haven't been through it yet.

[ And there's what's happened in Wonderland, too. ]

It's not your responsibility to know about it. You can just go on without.

That's bullshit, and you know it. Maybe I haven't seen it at face value but it's sure as hell still my responsibility. Whatever happened, bled over here. I put up one network feed and got a whole register of weirdness I'm gonna have to deal with. Pretending it didn't happen doesn't cut it when it comes to being trapped in a hotel or whatever this is- with a bunch of people that already have pre-formed ideas.

[Sure, he got why Sam didn't want to explain it to him and maybe if the roles were reversed he'd be the one playing the long game. Dean didn't like being in the dark. Not about home life and not about whatever the hell this was. It meant something, and maybe none of it can really be changed, like the shit with Chuck, but it would still give him an idea of how to handle whatever came next while he was stuck here.]

Alright.

[ With that, Sam tells him. Tells him about their shared home life up until Dean's own death at Metatron's hands, including all of the details except anything even remotely specific about Sam's own time in Hell. Once that's done, the now-weary Sam goes into everything he remembers of Dean's different stays in Wonderland, which doesn't have quite as much tragedy to it... yet. ]

--Which is why they all responded. You've been here a few times and haven't remembered it every time. You meet people, make friends, and then... leave. Forget about them when you come back. [ Sam shrugs weakly. ] It's disorienting for them and for you, I know.

[ There's a silence, then, hesitant and uncomfortable. ]

... There's something else. [ He mutters, shifting his weight awkwardly. ] After you died at home, the Mark... apparently woke you up again, but as a demon. You and Crowley palled around, I guess, but... then, you showed up in Wonderland. Like that.

[ It's painfully obvious that Sam doesn't want to address this, but... well, his brother asked for full disclosure, so. ]

When you first showed up, you played it off like you were still human. [ Sam says, careful to keep his voice even. ] You got the jump on me and, uh...

[ He scratches briefly at his hand, which is now somehow itchy. ]

You killed me. [ He finishes weakly. ] Kind of... bashed my head in with a hammer.

[ And enjoyed it, apparently. ]

[Sam should recognize the steely silence from Dean right away. The tight-jawed acceptance of shit that hasn't even happened for him yet. Good to know that after they beat the apocalypse in exchange for his brother's fucking soul things only got worse from there out.

There's nothing he can say, none of it would make a difference. Even if he wanted to find the words he already knows the whole thing is fubar.

He tries to find composure, even goes so far to turn away from Sam and scrub a tired hand over his face but that doesn't do much to soothe the rage boiling under his skin. This is bullshit and no amount of meditation will make what he's feeling go away.

Fuck it. Dean hauls off, punches a hole through the drywall of the mansion. His fist makes a full impact and goes through the wall. When he pulls it free pieces of debris fall with it. He's bleeding, and he probably bruised a few knuckles but it's not like his fingers weren't already sideways and shifted from the brawls he'd been in before. That feels a lot better than dealing with the truth.]

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