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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.]

[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]

[ 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.

[exorcizamus]

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

[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.]

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.]

[servingmichael]

I don't find it humorous.

[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]

[ 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. ]

just satan nbd

[exorcizamus]

[ There's a scoff. ]

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

[exorcizamus]

[ Raphael. His expression softens, just slightly. ]

I doubt you could, Brother.

[exorcizamus]

[ Interesting. His lip twitches slightly. ]

Well, well.

[over_identifies]

You look like you own a Southern plantation.

[gun_or_horse]

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

Ya know could be worse.

[servingmichael]

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

I do have a sense of humor, Lucifer.

[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.]

[exorcizamus]

So you say. [ Dean Winchester is Dean Winchester is Dean Winchester. He understands the subtleties, but he's not going to agree with the guy. ]

Isn't real? [ There's that little scoff, the slight upturn of Sam's lips in a scornful smirk. ] Of course it's real. Maybe it isn't reality for you, but I did win. Your brother said yes.

[ His eyes are trained on the other man's, watching closely. Like a predator. ]

He always says yes. I told you.

[exorcizamus]

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

[exorcizamus]

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

I own more than that.

[exorcizamus]

[ what is he even-- ]

Pardon?

[over_identifies]

Kentucky Fried Chicken?

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

[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.

[righteously]

[He lets out a slow breath, lips parting slightly. He licks them slowly and then pulls them in, biting down hard. It's a chore to lift his gaze to Sam's borrowed face again, because seeing everything that Sam isn't written clearly across it is like a knife to the gut. A bullet to the heart.]

You're wrong.

[He remembers this scene, this little play with stunning clarity. It's one of the worst moments in his life to date, but this time it's different, isn't it? He takes a step forward on a leg that feels too weak to hold his weight, but he does it anyway, shoulders drawn back.]

Because see, I might not be strong enough to stop you. I might never win in a fight against you, I might be nothing, but Sammy?

[He jerks his head a little.]

Sam's different. You might be a souped up badass angel, but you know what? In the end, he beat you. So you can take your douchebag superiority complex, and you can shove it straight up your ass, because he won. I don't believe in your dad, or miracles, or the power of love, but I do believe in my brother.

[servingmichael]

Does it really surprise you?

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

[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.]