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[ About time for him to deal with something supernatural. What's it been now? A month? That's got to be a record.

Dean flips through the pages of the journal, hears the voices and takes a moment to watch the flow of words appearing on the paper. He has no idea what's going on except Lisa's gone and he can't get to Ben. ] Okay. You've got my attention.

Whatever, whoever you are, just tell me what you want and let's get this over with, huh?

[ He slams the journal down. ] C'mon! [ He's in a room, one that's almost similar to Lisa's except the window's gone and the door's shut tight. He can't unlock it, break it, or kick it open. ]

I swear, if you so much as touch a single strand of hair on their head--if you hurt them, I will rip you to shreds. [ He had gone to bed last night at midnight and hours later, had woken up to find himself in an empty bed. That didn't strike him as strange as it was the weekend, and Lisa would usually be up way before him, but when he couldn't find the gun underneath his bed or the spare he kept under the floorboards, he'd looked around and realized what a piss poor imitation of her bedroom this really was. ]

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Hey. [ Sam looks just like he remembered. That's good. ] You mind? [ He nods towards the drawer. Silver knife. Holy water. ]

[imnot_likeyou]

[sighs heavily and shakes his head. At least he's not being violent about it. That's a plus.

Sam makes his way over to the drawer, picking up the knife first because it would suck more. He rolled up his sleeve, before slicing a quick line across his arm with the knife. He looks up at Dean briefly, before reaching for the holy water and taking a quick swig.]

All good?

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[ He raises his eyebrows slightly, sucks in a breath and lets out a slight shake of his head. ] Not really. [ What the hell is he supposed to make of this? Sam's not a doppelgänger, not a demon, but it's possible he's not fresh out of Lucifer's cage either so...

He drops the knife down (hadn't realize he'd pick it up even), takes a few steps towards Sam, decides the questions can wait and reaches over to pull his brother into a hug. ]

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam feels his brother's weight hit him, and at first he doesn't know what to do with it. Dean is actually here. He's really here. This isn't a castle trick or a dream where he's going to wake up and just go back to business as usual.

In a way, waking up would be easier. He wouldn't be spending his time waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It takes him a minute, but eventually Sam's arms come up to return the hug, trying to relax and not seem like he's freaking out. Even if he is.]