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Lemme get this straight:

You killed me off, then you didn't do a damned thing with me forever even though you kept talking about how you missed me. And then you watched The Exorcist, of all goddamned things, and now you want to play me again?

We both know all you're gonna do is send me to hell all over again.

I'm gonna find a way to projectile-vomit pea soup on you. Seriously.

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They do that.

I was in a prison-- ship. It's very complicated. But that happened, and then it didn't, on a whim, and now here I am again.

A prison ship? Damn. I was in one of those-- no, two of those "kidnapped and you can't leave, by the way, there are horrors" cities, lost my brother twice, died, came back for thirty seconds, and then she changed her mind.

You with me in being tired of all this shit?

I think I died once. And the comas, don't even get me started. We had the clause of 'you can leave but only if you suffer a fundamental change in personality'.

I've only had it once, though. Yours must like you.

Comas? Personality change? Geez.

...For a while, every cat in one city followed me around. Everywhere.

[With all the deadpan one man can muster:]

Mine loves me.

[ ... ]

I don't know what would be worse; all that loose fur or the fount of pussy jokes it would spring.

I got to be a pirate for a bit.

It was her way of making a pussy joke. "Dean Winchester gets all the pussy in the city," and so on. Guess she needed a break from the nonstop dick jokes.

Okay, now a pirate is cool. I got to be... well, the butt of pussy jokes. But I did get to be respectable for a while too. Steady job, badge.

Well, so long as it was deliberate, I suppose.

A pirate wasn't so bad, but the whole business did start to wear on you. I wouldn't call it a kidnap city, exactly, but I'm destined for something like one.

Yeah? Even if it's only something like one, maybe I'll wind up there. God knows I've got the experience.

Undoubtedly useful. Mine is likely to keep yours updated. And everyone else in shouting distance.

I'm sure mine'll appreciate that a lot.

Whether we wind up appreciating that ourselves, guess we'll see.

Well. I've been told the weather's nice.

Whatever the frak that means. I'm taking it as 'to the exclusion of all else', call me a pessimist.

...Yeah, no, when "the weather's nice" is all a place has going for it, I'm with you, doesn't sound good.

Watch me wind up there anyway, knowing mine. Probably with that captain in tow--speaking of dick jokes, at least I was spared having one in my username.

It's amazing how low our expectations get, isn't it. For dignity especially.

Oh, yeah. Projectile-vomit pea soup. That's really going to teach your mun a lesson.

I guess you can't come back here, huh.

Yeah, no kidding. I don't know if we get too beaten down or if it's just easier to go with it.

I dunno, Lyla. You think it'd be too hard on people, after going the way I did, and not coming back the first time?

It's hard either way. But coming back here, as fucked up as this place is, is always better than dead--for everybody.

Lemme try to poke at this one's brains. Maybe she can come up with some way to bring me back somehow.

'Cause it'd be nice to see the place again. And some of the people.

[AWKWARD DEAN IS AWKWARD AND MEANS YOU, LYLA.]

My—human has reimagined me more times than I have been resurrected. Both is very disorienting.

Who is the exorcist?

It'd make me feel better.

Seriously? That's no good.

Not the exorcist, Cas, The Exorcist. The movie? An old priest and a young priest? Pea soup vomiting? Ellen Burstyn--I'm pretty sure she's where the term "MILF" comes from.

Well, I guess that's a step up from just shooting your mun.

No, it is not. I would agree. I am constantly losing and regaining my powers. [It's weird.]

Oh. A cultural reference. [Yeah, he's still not very good with those.] Possibly it would be helpful if you wrote me a list of significant media releases I should consume. So I will be able to understand your cultural references in the future.

Already tried that. Didn't take.

Dude. She sent me to Hell when you weren't there to grab me back. Not the brightest plan.

You want a list-- No, wait, wait, it's probably better you get a list from me than from Sam. I don't even want to think about the kind of crap he'd tell you was good entertainment.

Why am I not surprised?

if it isn't my fearless leader. fancy seeing you here.

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