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[Castiel has finally gone, so here's the sound of Dean dropping his shit and heading to his mirror. He has to know. Has to know if the castle's fucking with him, or if he's just making it all up (how can he be? Castiel the fucking Corporate Angel is here) so he pulls off his overshirt with a little more reluctant haste than necessary, rolls up his left t-shirt sleeve...
... There it is, plain as day. Castiel's handprint, burned into his shoulder.]
Shit. Shit. Shit.
[and after a few more moments of staring, Dean heads back to his chair, rakes a hand through his hair.]
So last night I come back from the city with some pie and Cooper's all excited to see me back. So I'm barely friggin' through the door before he jumps on me, and obviously, since I have the most amazing luck in the world, I hit my head on the bathroom doorknob. Obviously. Lights out.
Fuck... when I woke up, I had a half ton of new memories. Months, I'm talkin'. Months. Like that time Sam forgot everybody. [a long pause] I went to hell. Sam couldn't save me. We found Lilith in Indiana, we were gonna try to take her down, but it was too late. I died.
Then, four months later, I guess, I woke up six feet under in a pine box, good as new, no memories of whatever the fuck went down in the Pit. No scars, no wounds, no nothin'. Apparently my angel buddy here and his boss need me to stop the goddamn apocalypse. And -
[another pause]
And I need to stop Sam from his psychic crap. Oh, yeah, 'cause apparently he got back into that shit while I was gone. I guess his best friend Demonic Bitch thought it was okay since I wasn't around to exorcise her ass. Sam said it's not dangerous. Yeah, like some junkie in denial on Intervention. But Cas -- Cas said it's bad mojo and I have to stop him 'or they will'. Shit.
Man... I can't tell him. If he doesn't remember this stuff, there is no fucking way I'm telling him. And now I bet Claire wants to know what's goin' on, too.
[a pause before suddenly, the sound of something being kicked in frustration, and Cooper barks, causing Dean to react. Barking. Hellhounds. You're going to hell; and for a second all he sees is blood, darkness; he hears screaming, fire. Just as suddenly, it's gone.]
H-Hey, man. Sorry. Come here.
[accidental filter-end!]
Good b -- [that's the journal getting knocked on the floor] Oops. ....... Shit.
... There it is, plain as day. Castiel's handprint, burned into his shoulder.]
Shit. Shit. Shit.
[and after a few more moments of staring, Dean heads back to his chair, rakes a hand through his hair.]
So last night I come back from the city with some pie and Cooper's all excited to see me back. So I'm barely friggin' through the door before he jumps on me, and obviously, since I have the most amazing luck in the world, I hit my head on the bathroom doorknob. Obviously. Lights out.
Fuck... when I woke up, I had a half ton of new memories. Months, I'm talkin'. Months. Like that time Sam forgot everybody. [a long pause] I went to hell. Sam couldn't save me. We found Lilith in Indiana, we were gonna try to take her down, but it was too late. I died.
Then, four months later, I guess, I woke up six feet under in a pine box, good as new, no memories of whatever the fuck went down in the Pit. No scars, no wounds, no nothin'. Apparently my angel buddy here and his boss need me to stop the goddamn apocalypse. And -
[another pause]
And I need to stop Sam from his psychic crap. Oh, yeah, 'cause apparently he got back into that shit while I was gone. I guess his best friend Demonic Bitch thought it was okay since I wasn't around to exorcise her ass. Sam said it's not dangerous. Yeah, like some junkie in denial on Intervention. But Cas -- Cas said it's bad mojo and I have to stop him 'or they will'. Shit.
Man... I can't tell him. If he doesn't remember this stuff, there is no fucking way I'm telling him. And now I bet Claire wants to know what's goin' on, too.
[a pause before suddenly, the sound of something being kicked in frustration, and Cooper barks, causing Dean to react. Barking. Hellhounds. You're going to hell; and for a second all he sees is blood, darkness; he hears screaming, fire. Just as suddenly, it's gone.]
H-Hey, man. Sorry. Come here.
[accidental filter-end!]
Good b -- [that's the journal getting knocked on the floor] Oops. ....... Shit.

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