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[Random keys are hit, supposedly by accident, before the feed is cut.]

[ooc: the numbers are a written unseparated representation of tap code. Normally they would be written like so - (1,4)(4,3)(4,2)(1,5)(3,5)(3,4)(4,2)(4,4). They read 'dsreport'.]

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[He nods before ending the feed. He goes out straight away. He steals a silver knife and salt from a restaurant, checks the alleyways, and purchases a knife at a store he's been told of.

When the time has come for Dean to show up, he's leaning against a wall, merging with it inconspicuously. He's heart races and he forces himself to calm down; he cannot get emotional. He has to approach this like he would any other job. Until proven, this isn't his son he's meeting. It's a suspicious possible hostile.

He looks at the streets, waiting to spot the familiar silhouette.]

[ Dean's head is a mess as he rushes off to the meeting point. It's his dad, that had been his dad on the other end of the feed, alive and well -- his dad. The rush of too many emotions swell painfully in his chest though he fights them all down by forcing himself to at least attempt a more logical thought.

This could be a trap.

He's armed, of course, but the job could have been done better since a gun in the world they live in only gets you so far. That, and he doubts he could ever even begin to think about pulling the trigger for real.

Guess he'll cross that bridge when it rolls around.

He slows down as he approaches, the shadows of the buildings making up the city casting their darkness ahead of him, making it difficult to see. ]

Hey, anyone there? Dad...?

[And then he sees him there - in person - alive and well. It's impossible not to let his emotions get the better of him so he takes a moment to compose himself as he just watches his son. Before, he looked older to him. But now...now he looks a child to him. Alone and scared and searching for his father.

He steps out of the shadows.]

Here. [He gestures for him to follow out of main street and into the opening of a nearby alley. He doesn't need civilians butting in on his tests.]

[ It's very different seeing his dad in person as opposed to the screen of the device. He stills for a moment, just looking and trying to keep it together. It won't help either of them if he just loses it right now, and he's better than that, knows that if this is truly his dad there's a lot more to come before any fonder words can be exchanged.

So he steps after the older Winchester, throwing a cautious glance back before slipping into the shadows. ]

Dad - [ He has no idea what to say though, not yet. ]

Guess I can't just say I'm me, right? [ That'd be too easy. ]

[He shakes his head, resisting the slight tug of his lips.]

We can do it the easy way, get it outta the way plain and simple.

[He starts with the salt, pouring a generous pile into his hand and sucking it into his mouth in one gulp. His throat burns and dammit he wishes he had some holy water to wash it down. He hands the man in front of him - he cannot allow himself to think of him as Dean - not yet - the salt shaker.]

Been a while since I've been forced to do this. [ But time lapse or not, he's done this enough in his life to know what to expect. So the salt shaker is taken and his father's actions are mimicked. Yeah, damn that shit burns and Dean has to twist his face a little at the foul taste. But once done, the shaker is handed back with a gruff; ]

Happy? [ So what's next? ]

[Happy? That this is not a demon and his son might be stuck here in some alternate dimension, being manipulated by some assholes? Oh yes, he's about to jump for joy.

He takes the shaker back, putting it away. He doesn't respond, instead pulling out the silver knife he stole. He rolls up his sleeve and cuts a straight line across his arm. He doesn't so much as flinch, his expression frozen as he passes the knife to the other man.

His other hand grips the bigger knife hidden in his pocket. Giving someone a weapon, even if it's just cutlery, is not something he takes lightly.]

[ John's passing the tests with flying colors at least, and that makes Dean happy. Needing to cut his own arm open doesn't however. He pulls up his sleeve without complaint and takes the blade from the older man slowly, so that John doesn't get any wrong ideas.

A slice over his skin and red blood pools from the new wound...

Nothing supernatural here. ]

Fun. [ He hands the blade back, eyes falling to the wound for a second. ]

Anything else?

[He holds his breath without noticing until the knife cut straight through the skin. A shaking breath escapes his lips as he takes back the knife. He wipes it shortly before putting it back into his pocket and looks up at his son.

To the best of his knowledge, he just tested for everything that could take hold of Dean's body. Which leaves him believing at last that he really is looking at his boy.]

Yes.

[Sentimentality is not something he often indulges in, but after everything...all those tortures, fearing for Dean's life, this strange place and the strange new creatures that inhabit it...he just wants to tell everything and everyone else to go fuck themselves as he pulls his son into his arms.]

[ Never mind having just had salt burn his throat and a blade cut his skin, the invitation of a hug has Dean immediately stepping forward in a manner he hasn't done since Sam ages ago. Not even Cas gets to see this side of Dean that often. ]

Dad - [ He can't believe this, wants to but the fact that his dad is right here after years of being gone for good is insane and mind blowing. ]

You're really here, I - [ How do you deal with something like this. ]

[It seems only minutes ago these same arms that now hold his son close were spread across a torture rack. It seems that in a blink of an eye the impossible became reality.]

I'm here, Dean.

[But that's just luck, he could have just as easily been a demon or a shifter or God knows what and the dread of what Dean was about to do when he saw his face takes hold of him and he backs away to look his son in the eye.]

What the hell were you thinking, suggesting to come to me when you had no way of knowing who I was? Did they drop you on your head when they brought you here?

[ So maybe Dean let himself forget for a moment there that this was still coming. His dad has never forgotten to lecture once in his life, so why would a sudden reunion be any different? The look gets a semi-apologetic one in return. ]

I had to know, dad -- I couldn't just ignore you popping up on the network. [ He wouldn't have been able to let something like this go without checking things out. ]

You choose your own location, Dean, you come early. You check the place, find exit strategies. You don't walk in blindly after someone who could be a goddamned demon! Especially not someone you know should be dead. [Oh did you think he'd shy away from his own death? No he has no problem mentioning it to rip you a new one.]Have you forgotten everything I taught you? Do you want to die?

[He loves Dean more than anything, he died for him and would do it a hundred times over. But sometimes he could just strangle him.]

[ He's missed you for years, dad, but man... So maybe he jumped the gun and got a little excited and hopeful and stupid, but everything turned out good in the end, right? Of course, he can't say that, even he's not that stupid.

Also ouch, at least the point from which his dad is became clear. Dean actually winces at that. ]

This place is different. People gone at home show up all the time here. [ Like Jo just did. ] I was bein' careful, and I came prepared. [ He has his gun. ]

Careful? You call this careful? I could have shot you before you ever figured out where I was. You're out of shape, and we're gonna change that. Immediately.

[He's not going to lose his kids. He died to avoid that, he'll do anything to avoid that.]

Your brother, where is he?

[ Uuurrrgh. But Dean just nods, figuring it best to go along with this than anything. Now he knew the question about Sam would come up eventually, he's been dreading it, but nothing can quite prepare him for it anyway. ]

He's not... He's not here. He's back home.

[It's like a getting punched in the gut. He knew, somewhere inside he knew. If Sam was here...he would answer his call. Sam was too smart to miss the code, he didn't even make it hard on them.]

Alone?

[Sam can't be alone; someone has to have their eye on him at all times - Dean has to have an eye on him at all times. He knows damn well what could happen.]

No, I think time doesn't move there when we're here-- so he'd be with me, in a way, and Bobby. [ And Castiel the enemy angel working with Crowley. 8( ]

I saw him though, in a different place sometime ago-- before coming here. He was fine. [ That's reassuring, right? ]

You think?

[That's not good enough. He has to find a way out of here for Dean. Sam needs Dean. He frowns at the second part.]

A different place? What do you mean, another world like this one?

[ Argh. ] No, I know. It's what everyone here says and the same went for the other place I was in.

[ Hesitating. ] Yeah, sorta. A place called Attollo. I, uh... [ Was there for a year, oops. ] There time wouldn't move back home either. Seems to be a common thing with all of these, uh, alternate universes.

[For a moment he's actually lost for words.

Is this a joke. Tell him you're joking Dean.

No? Last chance -- ]

How long have you been jumping from world to world.

[There is an obvious undertone of anger laced in his voice. Anger at the world, at whatever's doing this, and at Dean for being unable to defeat it and go back to his brother.

He puts too much on his shoulders, yes. But Dean never failed him, not once.]

[ Well shit.

Everything that's happened, it's nothing Dean is proud of. A sigh. ]

For a while. I mean, it's only been this place and the other, before that I was back home. [ He's so tired of it all. But a lot of good has happened too, like now with John. And things with Cas. And seeing Jo again. ]

Everything is okay, you have to trust me, dad. Sam is fine.

[He wants to trust him, but how can he know if he's not with his brother? He sighs.]

We should get out of the street, discuss this in private.

Yeah. [ A quick nod. ] Just -- follow me, you can come back to my place. Should be empty right now.

[ Or if it isn't, he'll force the others to leave ~~yeah right~~. Dean gestures for his dad to follow. ] This way.

[He doesn't bother replying to any of it, just starts walking alongside his son.]

How long has it been? [He assumes he doesn't need to clarify. He's a little nervous to think of the time that's passed since...since his passing. But he needs to address the issue.]

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