::Sam:: Night Time Musings and Miracles.

[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean had been driving along in his 67 Chevy Impala on a late cold night, he was so tired from driving the nineteen hour drive. He had been driving for days it seemed, he was on his way to Lawrence to see his brother Sam’s grave site even though it wasn’t really a grave site, it was more like the place were Sam was pulled to hell. Dean had not been there since Sam died and gone to hell, so this was really hard for Dean but it was something he knew he would have to face eventually Whether he wanted to or not.


Dean made it too Stalls Cemetery were Sam was pulled in to the hell pit and killed, Dean slowly pulled the Impala in to were his car was once was before. He parked the car, turned off the engine and got out. Dean shut the door and slowly walked over to were Sam was dragged to hell and looked at the ground, there still was a big round circle in were the ground was destroyed. It was a cold night there was bit of a fog in the air, Dean had a bit of trouble seeing his hands in some of the places in the fog. So Dean leaned down to get a better look of the ground, when he did the ground felt wet and warm. “huh wired?” Dean said to himself. It just seemed like something just wasn’t right there, but then again it might have just been Dean being paranoid.

Dean hated it there, but for some reason it was the only place that somewhat made him feel near Sam. As Dean was sitting there he was thinking about how much he missed his baby brother Sam, things in Dean life had not been the same since Sam died. Granted Dean did have Lisa which he love more then anything, but he would do anything to have his bother back. Dean then said to himself with teary eyes “God Sammy I wish you were here, man things are just not the Same with out you, I’m sorry that I cant save you were you are, I’m sorry Sammy! God man I’m so sorry” Dean sat there pissed that he couldn’t save Sam from hell, he wished there was something he could do to help his brother. Dean continued to sit there and cry, wishing for a miracle that would never happen.


Word Count- 410
Tagged- Sam
Outfit- Click to see outfit.
Note-We have a Sam yay! Im so happy.

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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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The night was dark foggy and cold. Not the greatest night to be out and about but Sam didn't really have a choice he didn't really have anywhere to go just yet. sure he could hitch hike his way around. Or he could find a phone and call Dean but than again Dean might not believe it was truly him and just get mad because Sam would call from his phone not a different one. Sam couldn't help but think about Dean, where was he? Sam wasn't even sure if he knew where he was, all he knew for sure was that Dean was somewhere and Sam needed to find him. With a small sigh Sam took a seat next to a grave stone, not sure who's it was because he couldn't really see too far a head of him. Resting his head against the cold stone he closed his eyes for a moment. He was tired and his body ached. Sam didn't have much memory about things that had recently happened and some things were just super fuzzy. Knowing Sam though he would figure it all out and make sense of those that most people wouldn't be able to.

As he sat there quietly a noise shattered the silence. Lifting his head up and turning it to the sound of the direction. Standing quickly because he didn't know exactly what or who it was and the last thing he needed was a demon or some other monster to be out. Sam was in no state to fight. In fact Sam would probably be the number one targeted prey for predators at the moment. He probably couldn't even fight a child, thats how bad his body was at the moment. With his soul being tore up tortured a long with his body in Lucifer's cage than being ripped out does some damage to the person. But Sam was strong and he would make it through with some resting.

His breath was shallow as he got closer trying to watch his step. It was hard when you couldn't see the ground or what was in front of you. Slowly he got close enough to hear what was being said. The voice sounded oddly familiar but Sam couldn't place his finger on it. The voice was sad and weeping which made it hard. When Dean said Sam's name he took a step forward not paying attention and broke a couple twigs. "So much for being quiet" he thought to himself as he tried to be still encase the guy tried to attack out of a reaction.

Sam wished it wasn't dark and foggy. It would make things so much easier for him. Plus he wouldn't have to be on guard if he could just see. A small sigh escaped his lips as he moved his head trying to see through the fog but it wasn't doing him any good. Taking a deep breath he spoke out "Hello?"

Word Count: 495
Tag: Dean Winchester
Out Fit: Dirty Jeans and a Dirty Tan Shirt. Thats It.
Note: YAY super excited for this thread haha

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean was still leaned down on the ground, slightly still was sobbing, Dean wiped his tears and told himself to stop it, Dean wasn’t really the type who really liked to cry or even show his emotions. Unlike Sam he was always good at showing how he felt, Dean wished he was more like that, he just wasn’t and he knows that ticked Sam off all the time. He tried to be like that it was just hard for him, Dean always had to be the strong big brother for Sam and his Dad. Dean pretty much raised Sam when his dad was gone on a job, Dean felt like he was both Sam’s Mother and father. And at the times it pissed Dean off having a childhood like that, having to raise Sam all by himself. But now if Dean could go back in time he would, and tell him sorry for all the times he was mean to him.

Dean missed his brother so much he would do anything just to see him again, he would give his soul for him back, but he promised Sam before he died he would not do it. Even though he also told Sam he wouldn’t hunt anymore, yeah look how well that happen. But Dean wont give his soul up as much as he wanted to he couldn’t just leave Lisa and Ben, he loved them to much to leave them alone to get hurt.

As Dean was still knelling there he heard a noise, Dean then grabbed out his gun from his back pocket, he need to be ready for whoever the hell was out there. Dean then slowly got up from the ground and looked around to see if he could see anyone, so far Dean could not see anything from a distance. But then Dean heard someone say hello, he called out an answer to it “who is there? Who are you? Come out and show yourself now!” Dean didn’t know what the hell it was, a demon, a vamp, a monster, maybe it was just another hunter. With Dean’s luck that wasn’t likely, god only knows what the hell it was. Dean kept his gun up and ready for whoever was about to show themselves.

Word Count- 380
Tagged- Sam
Outfit- Click to see outfit.
Note-I hope it is good. I cant wait to see how he will act without a soul.

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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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Sam stared into the fog walking a little closer till he could see the outline of a man standing and pointing a gun at him. Sam smiled a wicked little smile. For some reason he found this whole situation to be rather amusing. "Why don't you show yourself? I came far enough" Sam stood his ground with his hands at his side, not moving just watching the shape to see what he would do next. His focus was not changing, he was concentrating hard that way if the man before him were to make any sudden movements Sam didn't like, he would be able to move quickly without getting hurt.

"Why don't you lower that, I'm not armed" Sam's voice was calm and collected. It was hard to stay that way when you had so much running through your mind and now a guy with a familiar voice was standing in front of him ready to shoot him. Just what he needed was to be killed and sent back to Hell. Since he was soulless that was something that was inevitable. There was no Heaven for Sam unless he managed to get his soul back, but even with those odds, there was still the odd of surviving it. His soul was in hell being tortured and ripped apart and to have something that messed up put back into a human is impossible, than again he does have Demon blood in him.

Sam shifted his feet on the ground, resulting up some dirt. He was being some what cautious just encase. You never know what a person would do when they are scared or angry or even sad. People are unpredictable now a days and with the world in chaos it doesn't make anything better. Clearing his throat he took one more step closer just to get a little better view of his form. Sam was trying to figure out just how big or small this man was that way he knew what he was up against. Every little movement Sam made hurt a little. what he needed to be doing was resting, his body was in no condition to be doing much. Sam was an easy pray right now, he would still give it all to fight back but there wouldn't be much.

Word Count: 383
Tag: Dean Winchester
Out Fit: Dirty Jeans and a Dirty Tan Shirt. Thats It.
Note: Should be interesting because Sam will be pretty much Emotionless, but say everything is fine and he is the same ol' Sam.
What if Dean shot Sam XD Like in the arm or something because he didn't know who it was and since Dean can be paranoid or something. It could make for a humorous idea.

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean still was standing there with his gun up facing him, telling them to come out and show there face, a voice called out Dean telling him to come closer. Dean thought the voice sounded a bit familiar almost like Sam‘s, but there was no way it was him the voice sounded to emotionless for it to be him at all, And after all he was Dead in hell. Dean saw Sam die and go to hell, so there was no way possible it was Sam as much as Dean would like it to be. Dean was sure that Lucifer probably had a tight grip on his poor brother Sammy, Dean kicks him self everyday that he cant do something for him.

The voice kept telling Dean to lower his gun and that he wasn’t harmed, Dean then said “Sorry I don’t trust anyone I don’t know, why don’t you come out show your damn self, what is the matter you to scared. Well you should be” Dean was determined to have them come out and show who they really were, Dean didn’t know what the hell this guy deal was anyway, he was to clam for someone with a gun on them.

That worried Dean a little bit that this guy was not scared, hopefully this guys wasn’t a vampire he had enough to deal with in mystic falls as is. Last time Dean checked there were no vamps living in Lawrence, but who knows now. Dean heard fast rustling coming towards him, Dean didn’t want to take any chances he fired his gun. Dean could tell that he hurt him, it sounded like he was walking towards him even slower then he was. Dean then got a closer look as the man got closer, “ what there is no way” Dean whispered to himself, he could see the guy better now then he could before. The guy almost looked like...... it couldn't be... "Sam!"

Word Count- 330
Tagged- Sam
Outfit- Click to see outfit.
Note-I cant believe I shot my Sammy! sorry if it is bad i didn't have much to work with till he see him, but shooting him will change that now.LOL!

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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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Blood trickled down out of his shoulder, groaning a little he walked closer till they were pretty much face to face and could see each other a little better. Sam looked at Dean still emotionless but in pain as well "You shot me? Do you always go around shooting people who are unarmed?" His voice was a bit hostile. Placing his hand on his wound and applying pressure. He began to take in some deep breaths. His body was already weak and getting shot just made everything a little worse. Standing there the fog lifted a little so it made things more visible around them.

"Dean?!" Sam sounded a little more enthusiastic but it still wasn't the same. Sam wasn't the same, he was soulless and well bleeding. Sam began to feel a little woozy. "I think I need to sit down" he dropped to the ground, his legs tucked under him as he held his shoulder. Letting out a deep breath he looked at his in shock brother "Got anything to wrap this up with? I am loosing a lot of blood." Every time Sam spoke he either sounded emotionless, cruel, or hostile. It was obvious something was wrong with Sam, but if you were to ask he would deny it all. It's not like he really knew better though. He didn't have much memory and he had been in Hell for so long it was hard not to be.

Sam pushed a little hard on his wound, his body tightening up as he did. It hurt but he was hoping to be able to create a blood clot so it would stop dripping down his body and soaking into his shirt. Sam didn't think he could get back up now, all his energy was draining out of him. If he didn't get this fixed soon he would probably go unconscious, and have a high chance of dying... Again. It was a good thing that Sam was a fighter though thanks to Dean who pretty much raised him and taught him everything.

Word Count: 343
Tag: Dean Winchester
Out Fit: Dirty Jeans and a Dirty Tan Shirt. That's It.
Note: OMG I got SHOT! haha *Is super excited* sorry so short it's like 2:30 AM and I am not all here right now hehe

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean couldn’t believe what he was really seeing before his very eyes, it was Sam, there was no way it was really him. Dean knew that this couldn’t be real, Lucifer just isn’t going to let Sam walk right out of hell. In less someone made deal with a demon, and there was no way any demon would agree to that. Dean didn’t know anyone other then him that would wish for it anyway, bobby would never do anything that stupid, only Dean would do something like that.

Dean was froze in shock not knowing what to say or do, was it really Sam or just a demon that looking like him. If it was Sam there was no way he was him anymore, being in hell being kick around by Lucifer and Michael. Hell for Sam had to be way worse then anything Dean had been threw down there. Dean knew that Lucifer was probably eating him alive, and that killed Dean to even think about it.

Sam told Dean that he needed to sit down as he was bleeding everywhere, Dean knew he needed to come back to reality, this could really be his brother that was bleeding everywhere right now. Dean then said “hold on” as he ran over to the Impala to get some bandages from his bag. Dean came back over to Sam, he knew he had to help him stop the blood, but Dean was still a little shaky about touching him, he still didn’t know if this was even really Sam or not. As Dean started to patch up the wound, he notice that he looked dirty like he had just drug himself out of hell.

“Sammy is this really you? I’m sorry I shot you, but I’m having a really hard time believing this is really you right now man.” Dean said while starting to cry. Dean then grabbed his little brother and gave him a hug, never wanting to let up. “Sammy how are you really here man?”

Word Count- 337
Tagged- Sam
Outfit- Click to see outfit.
Note-Sorry if mine is short not feeling well

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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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Scrunching up as Dean hugged him causing his body more pain. But Sam didn't let it show too much "Well of course it is me Dean, who else would it be?" Sam's voice still had a hint of icy coldness. Sam was himself just a little confused and in pain but it was him in flesh and blood. Even if most of his blood was all over the ground by now it was still him. His shaggy hair fell over his face as he sat there. It too was tangled and messy and covered in dirt. Sam really needed a shower and he knew it. He also needed new clothes because these were trashed, they were torn and dirty and wouldn't last through one hunt.

Sam sat there on the ground with his hand over his now covered wound. He was silent, there really wasn't much to say at that moment. It was nice to see Dean yes but he was shot and weak, how does one act to that? Turning his head he looked at Dean, the expression on Deans face was priceless. He was crying and Sam was just sitting there expressionless. "I don't know dude. I am just here." Sam thought he was talking about how he was here in the Kansas cemetery. He really didn't know that he had been to Hell. Yes he was different and his body had felt like he had been tortured but that was about it, he was determined to find out the answers of why but that was all he knew

"Lets get out of here Dean." Sam tried to lift himself up off the ground but his attempt was a failure. He couldn't even hold his own body weight at the moment "Give me a hand will ya?" Holding his good hand out for Dean to take to help him up. It was going to be a long night and maybe Sam would be able to get out some clues to why his body felt like this and why he was here and all dirty. Just some simple things to maybe help boost the memory or something. Really anything would help.

Word Count: 361
Tag: Dean Winchester
Out Fit: Dirty Jeans and a Dirty Tan Shirt. That's It.
Note: Can't wait for Dean to realize he has NO soul hahaha, Sam is just going to get colder Woot!

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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As Dean was hugging Sam he still could not believe that it was really him, his brother that he never thought he would see or talk to ever again, or even hug for that matter. There still seemed like there was something a bit off about him though, he just seemed to calm for Sam. He was always the type to be freaking out, like the first time he died and Dean wished for him back. Sam was freaking out the whole time and in pain, and Sam has more pain now then he did then. Sam has a pretty good gunshot wound thanks to Dean and he seems more calm then ever, Dean knew he just need to keep a close eye on Sam.

Dean was still tending to Sam’s wound trying to rap it up so it would stop bleeding everywhere on the ground, “so Sammy what you mean you don’t know how you are here, I mean what was the last thing you remember man? I mean did you just wake up here or what?” Dean knew he was asking a lot of questions, but he wanted to know how the hell Sam was really here, it just didn’t make much since. Why the hell would Lucifer just let Sam walk right out of there, Dean knew he had to find out the answer and soon.

Dean could tell Sam wanted to get out of there as he asked him for help off the ground, “ok Sammy let me help you up man, my car is right over her, just lets try not to get blood on the seat ok” Dean said to Sam with a laugh, Dean didn’t really care about that, it was just always like Dean to lighten up the situation. But Sam wasn’t much of showing anything like how he use to act, Dean didn’t know what was going on, it really scared him to think that maybe this was not his brother Sam anymore.

Word Count- 332
Tagged- Sam
Outfit- Click to see outfit.
Note- sorry if it short I have been busy with work and other posts.

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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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"Yeah I just kind of woke up here...Hasn't been a fun time." Sam was avoiding his other questions because he honestly had no clue, on anything really. He did want answers but now was not really the time to be talking about them or asking questions. Sam needed to get somewhere so he could clean off and clean his wound and get it wrapped properly. This night just had one surprise after another. First Sam wakes up in the graveyard in a hole, than he gets shot by his brother. What else was waiting around the corner for him.

Standing up Sam headed over to the Impala with Dean holding him up. It was a tough couple of steps but he made it without complaining, moaning or groaning. It was almost like Sam didn't even care that he was shot, he just wanted to get out of this place. "Next time don't shoot me and you won't have to worry about your car." once again Sam was sounding hostile. He wasn't taking a joke. Sam had a bunch of pent up anger and pain and with out a soul it was just unleashing everywhere. Sam didn't care one bit either.

Getting to the car he opened up the door and slid in. It was nice to be off his feet. When he sat down the pain raced through his body. The look on his face showed that he was in pain but he only seemed uncomfortable not really in pain. Sam was tolerating a lot and it was normal. Especially after coming from Hell and Dean would know first hand. Sure Sam got it a little worse but still being tortured in Hell took a toll on your body and with Sam not really showing that was odd. "Alright lets go." He said as he reached over and shut the door. Sam didn't even buckle up. But he was more than ready to take off.

Word Count: 325
Tag: Dean Winchester
Out Fit: Dirty Jeans and a Dirty Tan Shirt. That's It.
Note: All good. I understand!!

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean could tell that Sam was getting a bit annoyed with him, but how was Dean suppose to react with his brother coming back for hell? Like he was happy and it was nothing! don’t think so, so Sam can just deal with it right now, Dean was freaking out here and didn’t know what to do. Dean then looked at Sam and said “look Sammy I’m really sorry I shot you, things in my life have just not been good for me. I having to hunt again just to keep Lisa and Ben safe, it sucks because I want to be with them and cant. So no I have not been thinking clearly man at all, and now you are back and I don’t know what why” Dean knew he sounded crazy right now but he didn’t care.

Dean life was just doing flips right now and didn’t know how to make it stop, he just wished he could get out of this life and have it be normal but that will never happen. He was distend to live like his Mom and Dad as hunter forever, he just has to make sure nothing happens to Lisa like them. Which is why Dean had being all this, being on this constant hunt to protect Mystic Falls.

“so yeah I was here to clear my head for everything for what I have been doing, I have been hunting vampires and things in Mystic Falls trying to keep Ben and Lisa safe. So in mist of all that in getting away I found you here, so yeah that is how my life as been going what ya think?” Dean didn’t know how Sam was going to react or care with him telling him how he has been, Dean wished he know what was up with Sam right now and what he was thinking.

Word Count- 315
Tagged- Sam
Outfit- Click to see outfit.
Note-Mine is short too so

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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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Sam looked at Dean, he could tell he was having a bad time with everything. "Don't worry about it. I will heal up in no time..." Sam's voice was less hostile but still cold. Sam couldn't help it he wasn't the same Sam anymore not to mention he was lacking something very important. A soul! sitting back in the seat he tried to get comfortable but it was hard with a gun shot and a sore body. No matter what he did or where he moved to nothing changed. Everything still hurt. It was rather irritating for him as well, but all he did was grunt as he moved here and there on the seat.

As Dean told him about how things have been for him, Sam tried to look as if he cared but really he didn't. He didn't want to know anything about how his life was going, all he really wanted was to leave and get cleaned up, maybe get some sleep... If he could anyways. "Sounds like it's been tough for you." Sam tried a little to sound as if he cared even though he really didn't. His voice was rusty and uninterested. Looking out the front windshield out into the night. The fog lifted a little bit was still just as dense as before. The only difference was you could see a little further away but not by much. It was a nice night to be out, especially for demons and vampires. All the more reason to get going.

"Hey Dean, why don't we get going. Find a place to clean up and you can tell me a little more about whats been going on." Sam tried to sound nice about it but his voice still came off with an edge sound of hostile. Sam was confused and lost, the last thing he really wanted to be doing was to be sitting in a cemetery talking about Dean's love life. No Sam wanted to be finding out his own answers but it was too late and everyone was not themselves to be asking questions. All he knew was he was in pain and he didn't know how he got that way, minus the gun shot wound. Everything was just one big blurr.

Word Count: 377
Tag: Dean Winchester
Out Fit: Dirty Jeans and a Dirty Tan Shirt. That's It.
Note: Sorry it sucks I had a SUPER GOOD one but it is gone and so I had to re-type it and it just didn't come out as good or as long...

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean felt really bad about what he had done to Sam, even though he was telling him not to worry about it, it was bugging Dean something was so wrong with Sam and he could tell. Dean got inside the Impala with him as Sam sat in the passenger seat, Dean could still see Sam trying to make sure he didn’t get blood on the seat. “Sam don’t worry about the blood mad I was just messing with you, I clean up the car later ok brother. And when we get back to the room I will sew that up for you and clean it up real good ok Sammy, you will be as good as new.”

Even though something didn’t seem right, Dean still was happy to have his baby brother back. He still couldn’t believe it, Sam was really here with him, right now in the Impala, it was like a dream come true. “yeah Sammy I’m not going to lie it has been really hard without you here man, I’m so happy to have you here. Castiel is going to freak when he see’s you, oh yeah you might not know that, you didn’t kill him Sammy he is alive.” Dean knew Castiel was going to be wanting to know what is going on when he see’s him, maybe Castiel will have some answers for them. Dean needs to call when he can, but right now he wanted to get on the road and get out of there.

“Yeah Sammy let’s get you somewhere to rest and get some food in you.” Dean said as he started up the engine to the Impala. Dean started to pull the car in to reverse and then speeded off out of Stalls cemetery. “don’t worry Sam we will get you to a motel and cleaned up, hey man after we get you on your feel what you think about heading back to Mystic Falls with me?”

Word Count- 330
Tagged- Sam
Outfit- Click to see outfit.
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[Sam Michael Winchester]

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He just nodded as Dean talked about not worrying about his car and that he will clean it up later was nice to hear since Dean loved his car more than most things.
Stitches were never fun, but it was something that had to happen if he wanted any chance to get his wound healed up. "Just as long as you do it right" Sam's attempt at a joke failed with a capital F. He just wasn't him any more so jokes and kindness were no where to be found anymore.

As Dean started to drive off food sounded really good for Sam. It felt like he hasn't eaten for over a year which was technically true but he didn't know that. When he told him he hadn't killed Castiel, it was good thought to have although he didn't respond to it because frankly he didn't care. Sam knew Castiel could be a pain in his ass and vise verse. Being in Hell for so long tampered with your thoughts of Angels. It was good thing Sam was religious or he might as well just hate them at this point. Sam didn't really know why Castiel would freak out by seeing Sam it's not like he has been gone for a long time, at least he didn't think so. Not really wanting to question he Sam just kept his mouth shut and listened to Dean talk on.

Dean brought up Mystic Falls. The name sounded familiar but nothing rang a bell. Looking over at him with a questioned look "What is in Mystic Falls exactly?" It was probably a dumb question to ask because if Dean was there than it meant that there must be Demons and Vampires and other creatures. That or a really hot chick he wanted to get with. But that contradicted what he had told him earlier about Lisa and Ben. Shrugging at the thought of Dean and women. From Sam's point of view it always seemed that Dean was with a different women in just about every town they went to. Go figure right? Top three things on the list were hunting, drinking, sex, and car. Seemed like a good combo for some people. Sam couldn't really ever do that he was more of an emotional person and liked having those connections with women although everyone he ever had either died or betrayed him... Than died. Sam was not really lucky with the ladies like Dean was.

Word Count: 411
Tag: Dean Winchester
Out Fit: Dirty Jeans and a Dirty Tan Shirt. That's It.
Note: We are gonna need to make a thread with Cas to! After this one of course. Than Dean can find out Sammy has NO soul DUN DUN DUNNNN!!!!

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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean could see that Sam was trying to lighten up the situation, even though he wasn’t doing that great of a job right not. “don’t worry Sammy I wont mess up the stitch job, I have gotten pretty good at it now because of Ben. You would be surprised how many times a teenage boy hurts himself man, I mean it is crazy!” There was a few times Ben had really roughed himself up and Dean had to help him. But Dean didn’t mind he loved being a father to Ben and helping him when he needed him. Dean really missed Ben and Lisa they are going to be speechless when they see Sam, he just hope it don’t scare them to much.

Dean then told Sam “But yeah man Castiel might know what is going on, or be able to find out something about what is up with you. As for Bobby I have not seen him since a year ago when you went to Hell, he has been working on Small hunting jobs around the world with Rufus, he got sick of all the Angel and Demons, man I don’t blame him at all.” Dean really missed Bobby he was pretty much a father to Dean and Sam after there Dad was gone, he would be really freaked and happy to see Sam alive and moving right now. Dean would have to try and get a hold of him soon, when Dean could anyway, Right now Dean needed to get Sam back on track so he could get back to Mystic Falls.

Sam had asked Dean about what was in Mystic Falls, Dean didn’t know were to begin on that, there was so many things happing right now has they speak. Dean told him “Well I moved there to keep Lisa and Ben safe, and come to find out from Castiel the place is crawling with Vampires and all kinds of other shit, it is crazy man. You know man when you get to feeling better I would love to have you as my hunting partner again, what ya say Sammy? Me and you on the road again, I could really use you help man.”

Word Count- 366
Tagged- Sam
Outfit- Click to see outfit.
Note-We will with Casitel and Jess

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