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[Winchesters show no fear. Winchesters have no fear. Nope he is not afraid at all, even though this is basically the nightmare his father jammed into his head for years now. Waking up alone, in a city he half knows as if from a dream, populated by freaks. The face that stares through the tablet is that of a very fiercely determined little boy making his best effort at being intimidating.]

I don't know what you're playing at, whoever you are, but this is the worst mistake you've ever made. If you've taken me you know who my dad and brother are – and they'll come for me. You better believe they'll make you regret this – so just do yourselves a favor and take me back. It's your only way out.

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How can he not know -- I mean I get not missing me but -

[But Dean is older. So he wouldn't miss him. But Dean would miss him wouldn't he? Younger Dean, that is. Dean would notice he's not in his room.]

- wouldn't younger you know?

Woah, hey, it's not that he wouldn't miss you, man. He just doesn't know you're gone, because to him you're still there. It's like some kinda time glitch. Same with me, or the younger me.

And you won't remember this place when you go home. So...basically nothing will have happened or changed when we go back.

[So young and already so bitter.]

Then what's the point of it?

[ a fact that makes dean frown as he ushers sam along to get them out of the rain. ]

We're supposed to help out here, with the Initiative's battle, whether we like it or not. Never said it wasn't unfair. [ or that it doesn't suck...'cause it does, major time. ]

[This whole thing is giving him a headache, and he shudders slightly at the cold rain.]

Yeah, what is fair. [Not their life, that's for sure] Is...is Castiel really your friend?

[He doesn't look up at his brother as he asks it, a little part of him fearing that answer, fearing the meaning of Dean giving away his gift to someone else.

Losing his brother - now that really isn't fair. And to that weirdo, too!]

[ dean blinks down at sam for that one-- but then remembers that cas had contacted him about this mess at one point, too. ]

Cas talked to you? Yeah, he's a friend. Your friend, too, actually.

[ sam you better have been nice to the guy... ]

Come on, hop to it, we're almost there.

[About as nice as he was ok.

The look he sends up to his brother for half a moment before he stares back at the ground is nothing short of utter betrayal.

His friend too? No matter how close they get with anyone - and he finds it hard to believe that this is the guy that broke through all Winchester walls - they can't be more important or as important as each other, right?

He speeds up his steps to an almost run, allowing his hair to fall on his face and cover his eyes. Now if only he knew where they were going.]

[ it's not a look dean is expecting at all. surprise takes over his own face, and then sam's off speed-walking away from him- but why? ]

Sam-! [ lucky for dean, sam's not his gigantor self yet, so it's easy enough to catch up with him. ]

Hey, hey- [ a hand at your shoulder, sam, trying to stop you. ]

What the hell? What's wrong?

Nothing.

[It takes all he's got not to go back to crying but no dammit, he's not a crybaby. He's been a grown up for years now, and he's not going to let go of it now. He doesn't turn however, doesn't look at his brother.]

Let's just go.

No, tell me.

[ it's firm, his voice. he doesn't want to do something like this out here, in the rain where sam could get sick, but these past two times now that his brother's been here, the secrets...

they drive him insane, and them to fighting. ]

'Cause, Sammy, I can't read your mind.

[And logically he knows it's true, but a vicious little voice in his head whispers poison in his ears, whispers that that amulet symbolizes a loss he doesn't have the words for.]

Why'd you give it to him.

[His voice is small, almost pathetic in his ears and he hates it, it makes him angry, or rather he wants to be angry because he's a Winchester he's not supposed to have touchy feelings.

And yeah, way to start a conversation in the middle.]

[ and dean thought the sam he knew from his time and year was a confusing guy. but now he's completely off the wagon here, and has no words for sam's question. ]

Give what to who? [ did you hit your head in the past few minutes while dean blinked or something? ]

[Give what. It meant so much to them and now...now Dean has apparently grown over it.]

The amulet. To your friend.

[With the stupid name and stupid personality.]

[ the amulet. right- the present given to him by sam so many years ago, something he'd once held as very important. if sam thinks dean giving it to cas is bad, how's he ever going to explain throwing it away in the first place? ]

I- [ or giving it to cas, if he's honest. ] I trust him with it. He's...taking care of it. [ where dean can't. ]

[It's betrayal is what it is. Dean isn't even flustered, he's not apologetic, he doesn't sound like he's done anything wrong at all.

God if this is his future he never wants to reach it. He tries to discreetly wipe his eyes.]

Right. Let's go. I'm supposed to have a place here, right? Just drop me off.

[He tries to sound detached. One thing he never thought would happen is feeling like a burden on his older brother.

Isn't life just full of surprises?]

[ fine. they'll continue this once they get to the apartment. dean doesn't say a word after that, especially since he's not about to clarify that sam won't be going to his designated unit, nope, he'll be staying with his brother whether he likes it or not.

so once finally out of the rain and at the door, dean simply unlocks it and holds it open, stepping aside for his brother. ]

In you go.

[And in he goes - it's about as nice as any motel they've stayed at, nicer than some. But it's definitely not the place he first found himself at.

Well he's not actually surprised, Dean letting him go at home was unlikely, so here is seems completely insane.

But that feeling of betrayal won't let go. He finally turns to face his brother.]

Don't suppose this place has towels?

In the bathroom. [ he's tired of this though. it's enough that he keeps losing sam only to regain one with no previous memories, but to fight with them all too? or to disappoint them all? even a younger version, like this?

dean exhales loudly, shoulders losing some of their tension in favor of fatigue as sam looks at him. ]

I get bein' in this place with me lookin' like this must be weird, Sam, and that you're confused and worried-- And I guess the whole amulet thing doesn't help, but just bear with me, okay? I don't want to fight with you.

Now I'm gonna get you a towel, and-- we'll continue from there.

[No, it doesn't, but he just nods quietly and stays standing there, not wanting to get the couch wet.

The look he gives his brother now is more resolved; so Dean makes a friend. So that friend means more to him than him. That doesn't mean his brother doesn't love him anymore. Right? Right. That's just stupid. And he's not stupid, he's not. He's too old for these stupid jealousy fits.]

[ he knows sam is just a kid, and that him being...difficult is something sam's done very well at all ages, including this. but it's a relief when no words are mumbled back. so dean take the chance to motion him along. ]

Come on, you need to ditch the soaked clothes. [ no point bringing a towel here.

at the door to the bathroom, he stops and motions for sam to go in. ] There're towels in there, I'll get you a change of clothes- [ unfortunately massive ones bc wow you're not a bigfoot yet. ] - okay? Unless you need help, or something. [ baby-winchester right now, after all. ]

[Oh no you didn't -- prepare yourself for a miniature sized bitchface there Dean.]

I've been taking care of myself in there for almost a decade, [more like half of it but shhhh] I think I got it.

[Gees Dean, he's not a baby]

Whatever you say, big man. [ compared to the one he gets these days, this one's almost adorable in its...tiny, bitching sam way. so dean simply smirk, reaches a hand over and ruffles that already ridiculous haircut of yours despite how you might feel about it. ]

But if that changes, just lem'me know.

[Grumble grumble he hates being patronized you know this.]

Weren't you going to get some clothes or something?

[But yes ok the familiar gesture is not entirely unwelcome.]

[ laughing quietly. ]

Bossy, bossy. [ but he'll go, he'll go. ] Don't get stuck in there. [ okok, he'll just leave sam to it now in favor of finding the most ridiculous thing for him to wear. ]

[Such a cruel big brother.

The door is slammed a little bit behind him before Sam gets busy washing away the rain.

He takes a good twenty minutes, just trying to relax under the warm water and moving slowly, suddenly exhausted, before peeking his head out the door, a towel wrapped tightly around his legs.]

Dean?

[He needs those clothes :|]

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