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Dean's off somewhere -- downstairs, Sam figures.

He himself isn't feeling social tonight, and besides it's a little easier to keep looking into possible solutions for Jess's situation when Dean isn't around.

Not that he hasn't told him, or anything like that. It's just... awkward.

Yeah.

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Awkard?

Sam's got no idea.

Not yet, anyway.

"Hey, dude. I'm comin' in. If you're spankin' the monkey, put it away, because some shit I just do not want to see."

Beat.

"You can leave the porn on, though."

And that, of course, is when Dean slams open the door.

Honey, he's home!

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Sam glances up from the laptop, looking exasperated.

"... you know how there's a saying about a one-track mind, Dean?"

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"All work and no play makes Sammy a dull boy?"

So his Jack Nicholson impression needs some work.

Who cares?

"'Cause I am too cool to run away from you and a croquet mallet, dude."

It just ain't happening.

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"Not to mention that your legs are too short to outrun me."

Sam leans back in his chair and grins at him.

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Oh, you fucker.

"Yeah, but my lung capacity rocks."

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"Must be because of how you never shut up."

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"Hey, someone's gotta keep the party goin'."

Dean is not avoiding anything.

Nope.

Not this guy.

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"Uh-huh."

Sam closes his laptop, looking a little more closely at his brother.



"Okay, spill. What's got you so wound up?"

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"Huh?"

It's reflexive, this denial.

And it buys Dean a second or two to figure out how to start.

Aw, hell.

"Was talkin' to Lilly a couple days ago."

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"Yeah?"

A beat.


"Everything okay with her?"

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"Yeah. Pretty much."

Dean shrugs, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the bed.

He drops himself down a moment later, bouncing lightly and making himself comfortable.

It's not gonna last.

"You know she can walk around in other people's dreams?"

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In contrast, Sam suddenly looks a hell of a lot less relaxed.

"No. She hadn't mentioned it."

Another beat.


"Where are you going with this, Dean?"

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"Well, one, she visited my fucking dreams, not yours, Sam, so get the stick out of your ass."

Talking makes Dean cranky.

"And two, you ever think, if she knows about this kinda shit, she could help you out?"

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"She was walking around in your head?"

Sam's staring at him in shock-- shock which rapidly turns to wary suspicion.

"Help m-- tell me you didn't tell her."

A beat.

"You didn't tell her, right?"

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Dean sits up, scrubbing one hand through his hair.

He's not really looking at Sam.

"She started out thinkin' it was me. I figured I could get somethin' out of her."

This is true. For whatever that's worth.

"Dude, we don't know shit, and I don't think you like that any more'n I do."

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"No, I don't like it," Sam snaps at him. His chair nearly goes toppling over as he shoves it back and gets up, pacing across the room in frustration before whirling on Dean.

"But the one thing I do know that I sure as hell also don't like the idea of people knowing just how much of a freak I am, okay?"

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"And you think anyone here's gonna be pointing fingers?"

Seriously.

"Dude, how far up your ass is that brain of yours?"

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"Since when did you decide that everything here was all safe and cozy, man?"

Sam's glaring at him now.

"'Cause I have to say I've noticed you seem to have forgotten family rule number one."

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"Oh, don't you throw that in my face, Sam."

Dean stands up, too, pacing into the opposite corner of the room from Sam.

It's either that or hit him, and Dean--

Dean really doesn't want to hit his brother.

"I know goddamn well what's at stake. You think I don't know how much you ain't sleeping anymore? You think I don't see you freakin' out about all this weird shit that's comin' down on our heads?"

Does Sam think Dean doesn't see the way Sam's just wainting for Dean to decide all this is too much, and get out while the getting's good?

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His shoulders tighten and his hands knot into fists at his sides.

"So what? Someone's got to, Dean!"

"We just keep wandering from place to place, chasing our own asses in circles on one job after another, and all the while that yellow-eyed sonuvabitch is out there somewhere laughing at us because we're not doing anything real to stop him!"

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"You think I don't want the demon dead as much as you? Christ, Sam, we've been lookin' for this thing my whole fuckin' life!"

Dean turns away from Sam for a second, staring fixedly at the wall.

Then he turns back, face set in harsh lines.

"And if you tell me it ain't the same, if you tell me I haven't lost just as much as--"

Fuck it.

Dean strikes out, not quite blindly, and ends up kicking the chair.

Sam's bag goes flying, CD cases sliding everywhere.








"Dude. What the hell?"

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He's already opening his mouth to reply hotly, but as the CDs go scattering from his bag Sam suddenly finds himself derailed and without words.


He closes his mouth. Opens it again, closes it again, then finally manages to shake his head in denial.


"... I don't know?"

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Dean's still just standing there, mouth half-open.





"Dude, that's creepy."

He bends down to pick up a CD case that's cracked open.

"Journey?"

Dude. It's like the work of the devil. Or something.

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"What?!?"

It's definitely a yelp. Sam raises both hands and takes a quick step backward, putting some distance between himself and the damning CDs.

"How'd those get in there? They're not mine!"

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Dean looks up from his careful perusal of Sam's--ahem--secret stash.

"You gonna swear to that one, Sammy?"