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007 [Voice: Locked to the Supernatural Crew] Canon Bump Part 2

How much do you know, Dean?

Castiel? How long have you known? Always?

And Dad...I don't even know where to begin. You knew for...years, didn't you?

I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to and I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought-

[His voice breaks off a second before he clears his throat and continues]

I'm sorry. I know that doesn't even begin to fix this but I don't know how. I don't-You were right, Dean. I'm a monster.

...Mom

I'm just sorry.

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In all honesty, Dean would've just been happy to have his brother back. The blood and the mind powers and the draining is all whirling through Dean's head right now, and he can feel the anger brewing deep in his chest, but Sam is more important. And so he waits for a moment, pushing back the anger and confusion so that he can answer Sam honestly.

He looks straight at Sam, right in the eye.

"You're my brother. So yeah, Sammy. I can forgive you for everything."

Sam expects more fall out, naturally. He expects anger and the silent treatment. In fact, he's not certain that it won't catch up to him eventually but for now, his brother is still his brother. He'll take what he can get so he nods.

"Okay."

It's just a whisper riddled with doubt and surprise.

"I only meant to help and the angels...they wouldn't tell us anything so--I was tired of sitting and waiting. I was trying to save everybody."

That anger is there. It's just waiting for a better outlet than Sam, is all. Punching walls and kicking things and throwing things sounds like a good way to get rid of that, but it's going to have to wait until later. It's going to have to wait until he can wail on something less breakable than Sam.

Dean hears the tone in Sam's voice and he does not like it. He knows Sam's expecting that anger, because that's how it always is, yelling and fighting and punching, but Dean's had enough of that to last him a lifetime, has had a traumatic enough past few days, and dammit, he just wants to relax.

"I get it. I do. Nobody knew it wasn't the right thing to do. You were trying to save the world, Sam, and the only thing that put you back on it was that bitch," Dean justifies, not even saying Ruby's name.

"Tell me more. How much do you remember from before that? Do you remember saving Anna?" Dean's curious about what happens next, and this seems like a good distraction.

"Yeah," Sam answers. "I remember Castiel and Uriel showed up. And then..." he pauses and furrows his brow, putting everything in order in his mind. He's definitely skipping over the part where Dean told him he enjoyed torturing souls in Hell. He's gonna skip over Vegas too except...

"We got arrested for kidnapping an old magician in Vegas and then we went back to Truman High. You were a Coach. I was a janitor."

Good, because Dean doesn't want to hear that he'd admitted something like that. The mention of Truman High catches his interest, though.

"That place?" Dean makes a disgusted face. "Hated that school. We had a case there, I'm guessing?"

Man, it is totally weird to be talking about the future like this. Or the past, in Sam's case. Ouch. Major headache.

"Yeah...vengeful spirit. Remember that kid I got into a fight with?"

He'd gotten in trouble over it with John. There had been a lecture about how we don't use what we know on humans.

"He killed himself later and haunted the school over it."

Dean does remember that kid; he distinctly remembers wanting to rip him to pieces. It's clear that Dean doesn't think too highly of the kid, still.

"And we got rid of him?" Dean says, almost satisfied. "What else? What did we do after that?"

Hopefully nothing too traumatizing. Dean thinks he has a pretty good thing going here, with the distracting from Sam 'being a monster.'

Unfortunately that's sort of the last of the not traumatizing but Sam tries to gloss over things as best he can.

"Uhm...we hunted some Sirens...both got taken in by them and..." he trails off because there's a tiny, faint scar on his neck that Dean put there. Of course he owes him because before Castiel brought him back, Dean had a bullet scar from when Sam had shot him.

"Anyway...we got out of that but it was--you got to go to a strip club as part of the case."

He figures that'll lighten Dean's mood.

Oh, man, a strip club? Yesss, best case ever. Dean grins a bit, and nudges Sam, trying to make him grin too.

"Strip club, huh? About damn time, right?" Dean knows that's probably not all of the story, but he won't press for it. He's looking to make Sam happier, not forcing him to relive unwanted memories. "Hey, speaking of things that are frowned upon in society, I have an idea."

Dean tugs at Sam's arm. "Why don't we go get a beer and hang out at-- at Bobby's house?" Dean avoids saying home, the Winchester house, because he doesn't want Sam to face John at the moment.

The job wasn't that great. Not that Sam's going to tell Dean that. Instead he forces a grin and nods. "Yeah.

He raises his eyebrows and nods. "Yeah...beer would be good." He lets Dean tug him up and not facing John is an awesome idea. Considering he sort of things he should have killed Sam before he could have become what he is.

Dean knows that Sam is forcing it for him, and while he appreciates it, he's not pleased with it. He's determined to get a real smile out of Sam, whether the kid likes it or not.

"C'mon," Dean says, and grabs Sam's wrist, dragging him off. Only to get him going, though; when Dean's sure that Sam's following and keeping up, he lets go, and proceeds to keep a close eye on the kid instead.

"So, how's things with Sasha?" Dean asks, completely changing the subject. Woo, distraction!

Real smiles might be hard to come by right now. Sam follows Dean readily enough, keeping up. He shrugs in response to the question.

"She's alright. She's nice. I haven't talked to her today though. I saw Claire earlier. I hit a building and broke my hand."

Dean figures, but that's sure as hell not going to stop him. Except he wasn't expecting Sam to say that. Yeesh.

"And you did that why?" Dean asks, frowning slightly. "C'mon, College Boy, you know better than that."

"It seemed like the appropriate response to finding out I was responsible for destroying the world," Sam answers.

And really, at the time, it did.

Dean falls silent at that, and shoves his hands in his pockets. The frown deepens; Dean can't help but think wow, he sucks at this cheering up thing.

Instead, he keeps on walking, heading for the nearest hatch. He's starting to feel like yes, alcohol is going to be necessary for all of this.

Sam follows aware he's upset Dean but he doesn't really know what to say to fix it. He shoves his hands in his pockets and stays quiet. Obviously talking about this isn't going to be a viable option.

Dean sighs, and when he reaches the hatch, he pulls two beers from it and hands one to Sam, popping his own open and taking a long drink. For a long moment, he's quiet, and then he speaks up again.

"You remember when we were kids?" Dean asks, the question coming out of nowhere.

Sam sips at his beer in the silence, glancing over to Dean when he asks the question. He nods curtly in response.

"Yeah...what about it?"

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