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DEAN WINCHESTER (ENDVERSE)
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[nomoreleftshoe]

[Sam picks up on the first ring. His voice is just as strained as the voicemail.] Dean. Hey. Thanks for calling me back.

[impersonal]

( He's welcome? )

What do you need, Sam?

[nomoreleftshoe]

I, um. Well, I've been trying to keep things buttoned up, but--

[There's a quiet sigh. This would be easier in person, but he knows Dean's busy.]

They're getting worse. The hallucinations.

[impersonal]

( He sighs, sits back and pinches the bridge of his nose. )

Lucifer again?

[nomoreleftshoe]

[A sigh.]

Yeah. He's, uh, he's. He's gotten a lot more persistent.

[impersonal]

What's Rowena say? Or Cas?

( A beat. )

Or, you keep it all buttoned up?

[nomoreleftshoe]

Haven't talked to Rowena since the first one. And Cas... I haven't... he's hard to get a hold of.

[impersonal]

Really. Cas. Appears in seconds when you pray to the guy, Cas. Moved in with us and lives upstairs, Cas.

( a longer sigh follows. )

You got a get a hold of this, Sam. Drown him out, drink him away, figure something out. Do you even know why this is happening?

[nomoreleftshoe]

Okay, maybe I haven't reached out to Cas. I don't want... [There's another sigh.]

I know I need to get a handle on this. The only thing I can think is... wait did you say 'drink him away?' When has that ever solved anyone's problems?

[impersonal]

I don't know, Sam, I didn't know you were calling me from the moral high ground.

( He thought this conversation would start somewhere else. That he had this coming, that Sam would push for feelings or something.

But, no, he's just another solutionist. He's not Sam's brother, just fearless leader. What can he do for Sam? )

Talk to Cas. Or, Rowena.

[nomoreleftshoe]

You know what? Nevermind. [And Sam hangs up.]

[impersonal]

( Seriously.

He's just going to call back and when Sam answers. )

Did you just hang up on me?

[nomoreleftshoe]

[Dean will just get a canned message of 'user is currently busy,' also known as a busy tone.]

[impersonal]

( He just texts. )

Bitch says what?

[nomoreleftshoe]

Seriously?

I'm doing what you suggested. I'm talking to Rowena instead of you.

[impersonal]

I didn't pawn you off, Sam. But, I don't know what you wanted me to do about your 24/7 Lucifer Gone Wild.

[nomoreleftshoe]

Dean, you've been to Hell. And you're my brother. Maybe not my version, but you're still my brother.

You've got no ideas besides drinking myself into a coma every day?

[impersonal]

No, Sam. Because when I went through Hell and post-Hell, I played through. Eventually, I stopped picturing it every time I closed my eyes. And, my Hell actually found me. Yours is haunting you. When Alistair creeps into my nightmares, then maybe I'll know what to do.

My idea's Rowena. Or Cas.

Why would Lucifer be this embedded in your brain? Cause if this means he's just on the other side of your eyes and this close to taking over then we're having a completely different conversation.

[nomoreleftshoe]

I mean, all I saw was you pretending everything was okay until it eventually was. Is that what you want me to do?

Already on the line with Rowena.

Maybe my soul was never meant to get out of the cage. I mean, he's said as much. Gone as far to say I'm still in Hell. Or I'm split between the two places. He's told me to doubt you, too.

[impersonal]

Dude, you do what you have to do. Obviously, you came to me because you're worried. I just don't know what you think I could do about it. Or why you thought I'm now not going to about my brother who's seeing Lucifer everywhere.

You're not in Hell.

Lucifer can shove it. Your soul belongs in you, Sam. If I know anything, it's that. Don't let him get to you.

[nomoreleftshoe]

I'm just asking for help, Dean. Any advice besides 'ignore it' and 'drink' would be something.

I'm serious Dean, he's in my face. There isn't any ignoring him. Shouting used to do it but not any more.

[impersonal]

You're already doing it, aren't you? Not bottling it up and losing it. You're reaching out touching hands and reenacting Sweet Caroline. You ask me, you're doing the right thing.

I know you're serious. What's Rowena saying?

[nomoreleftshoe]

I was hoping there'd be some kind of trick, something I can do to shake him off.

Still talking.

[impersonal]

Maybe your soul's incomplete.

Maybe you need
A soul train

[nomoreleftshoe]

[There is an eye roll and a silent sigh.]

Goodnight Dean.