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[exorcizamus]

Really. You take one look at our... lost, lonely world, as you put it, and you're overcome with nostalgia. Funny how you can claim my victory as tragic one minute and wonderful the next.

I have work to do. Time to spend with the planet I've won back. Alone.

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[righteously]

[He's quiet, the muscle in his jaw throbbing as he bites down on the inside of his cheek.]

Hell of a victory prize.

[It's all he can really manage to bite out, and the words are low, rough, forced from his throat because it's hard. No offense, Lucifer, but you aren't high on his list of favorite conversational partners.]

[exorcizamus]

[ Oh, but Dean. It's almost like you're talking to your brother! ]

You have no idea. None of you were able to appreciate this world for what it is.

[ ... Almost. There's a pause. ]

Hello again, Dean.

[righteously]

[Yeah, it is. Except for all the ways that it's not. And doesn't that make it about fifty fucking million times worse.

He should look away. He should, he should just stop fucking looking, but he can't help it. Somewhere in there is Sam. Somewhere in there, Sam's soul is still alive, and if he shows up, even for a second, if Dean's not looking, if he misses it...]

You're doing a real bang-up job appreciating it, what with the burning it alive.

[It's supposed to sound confrontational. It's supposed to sound angry and snarky, but his voice rasps and it's hollow. It's empty.]

[exorcizamus]

[ Maybe Sam's still there. Maybe he's not. Be a good boy, maybe you'll catch a glimpse. ]

You have your friends to thank for that. And yourself. [ Future self, really, but who's counting? ] They insisted on making this into a fight. I did what I had to.

[ He catches the void in Dean's voice. And he feeds off it. ]

[righteously]

That wasn't me.

[Unlike the words from before, these have real strength to them. His chin lifts defiantly and he sways forward to press his point. They came out of his mouth before he could even think of what he wanted to say, but they're true, and they're right. His fingers twitch, curl into fists beside him.]

That wasn't- whoever that was, that wasn't me, and this is... It's not real.

[He shakes his head slowly, an unconscious physical reaction that stems from the urge to deny this entire situation.]

That wasn't me, and I would never sacrifice them. I'd never let you go and do something as stupid as this, Sam, what were you thinking? How could y-

[He cuts himself off and his head drops, still shaking.]

[soyed]

They kind of get stuck in your head like parasites. Our muns, I mean. One minute you think you can get away, then you realize you're back here.

[exorcizamus]

I'm very patient. Eventually, she'll relent.

And I just realized who you "really are" O.o

[soyed]

[He doesn't like the way you said that. Also, Dave's not patient.]

And maybe that'd be for the best for the both of you. [Or not. He doesn't know. He's just going with instincts; and they're saying: worried.]

just satan nbd

[exorcizamus]

[ There's a scoff. ]

I'm not worried about it. Not at all.

[soyed]

You never struck me as the type who would be.

[But Dave is worried. Worried about everything. Why? Because most times, every thing could happen.]

[servingmichael]

I don't find it humorous.

[exorcizamus]

[ Raphael. His expression softens, just slightly. ]

I doubt you could, Brother.

[servingmichael]

[ Raphael's jaw softens just a little - it's almost easy to miss. ]

I do have a sense of humor, Lucifer.

[exorcizamus]

So you say. [ Is that bitterness? Maybe. ]

[servingmichael]

Does it really surprise you?

[ He's hardened a great deal yes, but he always had his moments, hadn't he? ]

[over_identifies]

[She eyes him warily for a moment or two. No way this is going to end without someone getting punched in the face. Probably her.]

Nice suit.

[exorcizamus]

[ Interesting. His lip twitches slightly. ]

Well, well.

[over_identifies]

You look like you own a Southern plantation.

[exorcizamus]

[ Oh, the Winchesters and their everlasting stabs at humor. ]

I own more than that.

[over_identifies]

Kentucky Fried Chicken?

[Wow. She's been spending way too much time with De...]

[gun_or_horse]

[Aw crap one of those Sam's... Colt sighs knowing that his twin would bitch but...]

Ya know could be worse.

[exorcizamus]

[ what is he even-- ]

Pardon?

[gun_or_horse]

[Oc's next gens... And he's dealt with Samifers before, but will play nice with Not-Dads]

Could be worse, ya could be locked up downstairs because Dad hates his orders bein' questioned.

[exorcizamus]

[ Well that's an ironic thing to say. ]

"Dad?"

[gun_or_horse]

Have a girlfriend with wings okay. That's what she always calls him. [Probably a worse thing to say, but Tabby's well... Tabby. Colt had a feeling if she ever stepped out of line she would have been thrown out as well.]