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DEAN WINCHESTER (ENDVERSE)
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[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.

[impersonal]

I took over The Neptune.

Night

[nomoreleftshoe]

Wait, like the old-fashioned club?

[impersonal]

For people finding themselves out of time. I like the kitsch and needed a project.

( and contributed to / then helped clean up the trashed Scratch )

[nomoreleftshoe]

No impala to work on, I guess.

[impersonal]

Obviously, Sammy

[nomoreleftshoe]

What, can't make a wooden one and run along like the Flintstones?

[impersonal]

Yeah, I'm not going to bare-foot hoof a wooden Impala. How sad would that be?

[nomoreleftshoe]

Can't play your music. That would be the real tragedy.

[impersonal]

Yeah, THAT would be the tragedy

Hey, did you bartend at all? Maybe at Stanford or on one of our ... times we're not up each other's asses?

[nomoreleftshoe]

Busy studying most of the time. I could probably pick it up if you needed. Do the reading, practice. If I can build a hex bag, I can probably make a martini.

But I probably shouldn't. Not with him hanging around.

[impersonal]

You can throw a knife, you can probably shake a shaker.

You need to do something. You can't just sit on your ass listening to the world's worst Jiminy Cricket.

Rowena come up with an answer? Exorcism? Banishing ceremony?

[nomoreleftshoe]

I’m still doing security at the hospital.

Sleeping spell. Should keep him from interrupting my sleep.

[impersonal]

You oust yourself from The Scratch or did they have you step away?

... And the rest of your life?

[nomoreleftshoe]

Walked away from Scratch.

I’m trying, Dean. Working on the fundamentals first.

[impersonal]

Gave my two weeks, or whatever, so I'll do my days until Sara doesn't need doing.

If she even takes that.

Storm gave me that look.

Well, she sent me a message, but I knew the look that accompanied it. Been a while since I actually disappointed someone

( and he... cared. )

What about meditation?

[nomoreleftshoe]

I’m sorry Dean. It’s never great disappointing anyone.

Just seems to make him more present. I think I need some kind of system shock, like cold water. But portable.