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I am Dean Winchester, former archangel of pain and hunter of evil, current host of the mark of Cain and demon.
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Tricky Tricky [Sam | Dean]

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Ignoring the warning, Sam looks defiantly up at Dean. “Those were different.” It was extremely frustrating…and hurtful that Dean still wouldn’t let shit go, always throwing his fuck ups in his face whenever he didn’t fit Dean’s little brother mold. “You ever gonna forgive me Dean? Or you going to hate me for all of eternity?” Sam tried but failed at keeping the bitterness and hurt from pronouncing his words.

"All of eternity is a very long time. Maybe we can work out a little… deal?" he grinned, licking his lips as Crowley popped into his thoughts at the idea of a deal. The thought of taking his brother’s soul left his mind almost as soon as it entered and he went back to thinking of his brother in a very compromising and… sexy position under him to make him forget the little things Sam had done wrong over the years.

"What kind of deal?" Sam knew from past experiences not to ask such questions, he did grow up with Dean after all. Curiosity however, got the best of him. He takes a swig from his beer and studies his brother intently, managing to do so all while Dean’s hand was still in his hair. 

Dean chuckles a little and tugs just a bit harder on Sam’s locks. “Oh I’ll come up with something, Sammy boy. I’ll come up with something good.” he reassures the younger man. He knew what he wanted but he would let Sam get used to him being back and being demon for now.

Tricky Tricky [Sam | Dean]

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"Screw you, Dean!" Narrowed hazel eyes glare at Dean. "You never called to let me know you were okay. So to me, you were missing."  There was something off about his brother but he was just too glad to see the other man was alive and well that Sam pushed the thought away, easily ignoring it. With his own in hand, Sam turns and walks over to the room’s single bed to slouch on the end of it.

Dean practically slithered over to Sam once he had sat on the edge of the bed and smirked down at him, running his free hand through his little brother’s hair. “And your year of soulless endeavors doesn’t ring a bell when I was stuck with the ‘all american dream’ of a life? Or what about when I was in purgatory and you went off with your girl and your dog and didn’t lift a finger to look for me?” he asked, hand tightening just a bit in Sam’s hair as if he were warning him not to pick this argument.

Ignoring the warning, Sam looks defiantly up at Dean. “Those were different.” It was extremely frustrating…and hurtful that Dean still wouldn’t let shit go, always throwing his fuck ups in his face whenever he didn’t fit Dean’s little brother mold. “You ever gonna forgive me Dean? Or you going to hate me for all of eternity?” Sam tried but failed at keeping the bitterness and hurt from pronouncing his words.

"All of eternity is a very long time. Maybe we can work out a little… deal?" he grinned, licking his lips as Crowley popped into his thoughts at the idea of a deal. The thought of taking his brother’s soul left his mind almost as soon as it entered and he went back to thinking of his brother in a very compromising and… sexy position under him to make him forget the little things Sam had done wrong over the years.

Tricky Tricky [Sam | Dean]

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Sighing and rolling his eyes, Sam, who was clad in only a pair of low hanging sleep pants, pads over with bare feet to the mini fridge and grabs a bottle of Heineken then thrusts it at Dean. “So what, you’re just gonna act as if you weren’t missing for a year..?” He snips while quirking a brow in question, still somewhat upset with his brother but not nearly as much as from the start. How could he stay angry when in the end Dean was still alive and obviously okay?

Dean thumbed open the bottle quite easily despite how most people would need a bottle opener. With a swig of beer he half smiles around the opening as he drinks then looks straight at Sam with an ominous sort of glare. “I wasn’t missing. I knew where I was the entire time. Thanks for the concern though. Lets me know you care, big boy.” he chuckles a little and gives his baby brother a pat on the cheek with his free hand, sending a silent air kiss. “Miss me that much, kiddo?”

"Screw you, Dean!" Narrowed hazel eyes glare at Dean. "You never called to let me know you were okay. So to me, you were missing."  There was something off about his brother but he was just too glad to see the other man was alive and well that Sam pushed the thought away, easily ignoring it. With his own in hand, Sam turns and walks over to the room’s single bed to slouch on the end of it.

Dean practically slithered over to Sam once he had sat on the edge of the bed and smirked down at him, running his free hand through his little brother’s hair. “And your year of soulless endeavours doesn’t ring a bell when I was stuck with the ‘all american dream’ of a life? Or what about when I was purgatory and you went off with your girl and your dog and didn’t lift a finger to look for me?” he asked, hand tightening just a bit in Sam’s hair as if he were warning him not to pick this argument.

Tricky Tricky [Sam | Dean]

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"What the hell Dean?!?!" Sam sputters, in utter shock at the older Winchester, even though he really shouldn’t be. Okay, so it really was Dean. "Where have you been? I’ve been searching for you for months. I didn’t know if you were hurt or..or even dead." The interrogation begins soon as Sam shuts the motel door, making a mental note to pay for the broken lock. Though he had caught Dean’s lewd comments, Sam chose to ignore them in hopes that topic would be dropped.

"Dead? You’re joking, right? How would you… Nevermind. Do you have any booze?" he asks as he pretty much flops into one of the chairs by the wall, grinning up at Sam as if he were a child just /looking/ for trouble. Which really wasn’t far from the truth. His taste for trouble and disaster had greatly grown since he had been away from his younger brother for that year.

Sighing and rolling his eyes, Sam, who was clad in only a pair of low hanging sleep pants, pads over with bare feet to the mini fridge and grabs a bottle of Heineken then thrusts it at Dean. “So what, you’re just gonna act as if you weren’t missing for a year..?” He snips while quirking a brow in question, still somewhat upset with his brother but not nearly as much as from the start. How could he stay angry when in the end Dean was still alive and obviously okay?

Dean thumbed open the bottle quite easily despite how most people would need a bottle opener. With a swig of beer he half smiles around the opening as he drinks then looks straight at Sam with an ominous sort of glare. “I wasn’t missing. I knew where I was the entire time. Thanks for the concern though. Lets me know you care, big boy.” he chuckles a little and gives his baby brother a pat on the cheek with his free hand, sending a silent air kiss. “Miss me that much, kiddo?”

That moment when one of your favorite RP partners returns from a long ass hiatus.

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Tricky Tricky [Sam | Dean]

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Sam was currently on a hunt, hunting while he continued to search for Dean. He knew his brother had been called to do some Archangel stuff nearly a year ago but he never came back. Sam found it odd, something didn’t feel right and so he began his search. Only problem, no leads came up…just like when Dean went to Purgatory. This time though, Sam chose not to give up on looking.

There was a knock at the door, causing Sam’s hunter instincts to perk up. He hadn’t been expecting anyone…and especially at this hour. It was nearing on one in the morning. Cautiously, the youngest Winchester walks over to the door, looks through the peep hole and has to bite back a gasp. Either this was some nasty trick or Dean was actually back…finally. 

Leaving the lock on, Sam slowly opens the door. “Dean..?” Something didn’t sit right with Sam’s gut about this situation. His brother, since becoming an Archangel loved popping in and out of rooms as he pleased. So what was with the knocking?

With a little tilt of his head, Dean inched himself forward, broke the lock and pushed past his brother to have a careful look around the motel room before turning back to face Sam. “Mmn, expecting someone better?” he asked with a gruff tone in his voice. He hadn’t actually been talking much over the past year but he got by on the few words he spoke when he was called on by Crowley. “Someone cute I hope.” he added after a moment as he crossed his arms and grinned. “Maybe we can manage a threesome.”

"What the hell Dean?!?!" Sam sputters, in utter shock at the older Winchester, even though he really shouldn’t be. Okay, so it really was Dean. "Where have you been? I’ve been searching for you for months. I didn’t know if you were hurt or..or even dead." The interrogation begins soon as Sam shuts the motel door, making a mental note to pay for the broken lock. Though he had caught Dean’s lewd comments, Sam chose to ignore them in hopes that topic would be dropped.

"Dead? You’re joking, right? How would you… Nevermind. Do you have any booze?" he asks as he pretty much flops into one of the chairs by the wall, grinning up at Sam as if he were a child just /looking/ for trouble. Which really wasn’t far from the truth. His taste for trouble and disaster had greatly grown since he had been away from his younger brother for that year.

Tricky Tricky [Sam | Dean]

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It had been a long, long time since he had left to investigate what had gone on when he heard the call to report for duty. Almost a year as he remembers. And since then he had seen hell once again and came back all in the same day. Of course this time he was toting the slime of the very thing he hated. He had fallen and dropped from grace, losing every power he had only to gain new ones. That of a Knight of Hell. He was now the equal of Cain. He had the blade, held the power and was knocking at the door of Sam’s motel room with an eerie, ominous grin. He couldn’t wait to see the look on his baby brother’s face when Sam saw that he was still alive. 

Sam was currently on a hunt, hunting while he continued to search for Dean. He knew his brother had been called to do some Archangel stuff nearly a year ago but he never came back. Sam found it odd, something didn’t feel right and so he began his search. Only problem, no leads came up…just like when Dean went to Purgatory. This time though, Sam chose not to give up on looking.

There was a knock at the door, causing Sam’s hunter instincts to perk up. He hadn’t been expecting anyone…and especially at this hour. It was nearing on one in the morning. Cautiously, the youngest Winchester walks over to the door, looks through the peep hole and has to bite back a gasp. Either this was some nasty trick or Dean was actually back…finally. 

Leaving the lock on, Sam slowly opens the door. “Dean..?” Something didn’t sit right with Sam’s gut about this situation. His brother, since becoming an Archangel loved popping in and out of rooms as he pleased. So what was with the knocking?

With a little tilt of his head, Dean inched himself forward, broke the lock and pushed past his brother to have a careful look around the motel room before turning back to face Sam. “Mmn, expecting someone better?” he asked with a gruff tone in his voice. He hadn’t actually been talking much over the past year but he got by on the few words he spoke when he was called on by Crowley. “Someone cute I hope.” he added after a moment as he crossed his arms and grinned. “Maybe we can manage a threesome.”

Tricky Tricky [Sam | Dean]

It had been a long, long time since he had left to investigate what had gone on when he heard the call to report for duty. Almost a year as he remembers. And since then he had seen hell once again and came back all in the same day. Of course this time he was toting the slime of the very thing he hated. He had fallen and dropped from grace, losing every power he had only to gain new ones. That of a Knight of Hell. He was now the equal of Cain. He had the blade, held the power and was knocking at the door of Sam’s motel room with an eerie, ominous grin. He couldn’t wait to see the look on his baby brother’s face when Sam saw that he was still alive. 

Back Together [Sam | Dean]

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"Alright." Sam nods, ready to start helping out however he can. "Any research you need me to do?"

"You could probably search up on the breed and if there’s been any other spontaneous cloning animals. I mean, it’s kind of odd." he shrugs, humming a little as he drives.

"Alright. I can do that soon as we reach a motel." Sam mentions, dozing off about thirty minutes later. 

Sam was still so new to the whole angel thing so he didn’t have a full grasp on certain powers, like appearing and disappearing. So while zonked out he manages to disappear for about a minute. However, he is still sleeping when he reappears.

After panicking for just a moment when he blinks over, finding Sam gone, he sighs in relief when he returns in one piece. He had gone long enough without his baby brother, he didn’t need anymore surprises now. He wanted so badly to just reach over and touch what he had missed, what he hadn’t been able to but he knew it would wake Sam and he didn’t have the heart to do so.

When they arrived at a decent motel, Dean decides it would be best to just silently check in and carry Sam into the room to let him continue resting. Once he settled his brother in, he cringed a little, hearing the call of his duties. With a sigh and a ruffle of his invisible feathers, he took off to investigate, hopeful of returning before Sam were to wake again.

Back Together [Sam | Dean]

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"Well, there’s a few people I need to take care of then there’s a hunt in Texas. Something about horses going wild and cloning themselves some how." he started up the car again to keep on the road, trying to focus on anything but having to lie to Sam anymore. He hated having to lie to his baby brother.

"Alright." Sam nods, ready to start helping out however he can. "Any research you need me to do?"

"You could probably search up on the breed and if there’s been any other spontaneous cloning animals. I mean, it’s kind of odd." he shrugs, humming a little as he drives.

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"I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t want you to get older hating me because I fucked you up thinking it’s okay for us to… to be more than brothers, Sammy. I couldn’t stand if you hated me." he told his brother, heart pounding in his chest as he sat in the car.

"Dean, you’re my brother. I could never hate you….granted you annoy me sometimes but still…." Sam replies, still standing outside of the car. "..Besides, I’m old enough to make my own decisions and I’d be a willing participant if we started anything….so you wouldn’t be the only one to blame.."

"But I’m older. I should know better. Shit…" he rubs his hand over his face and makes a long, exasperated noise before tipping his head back against the seat. "I should know better and I still don’t seem to care. I still want it all and I… I feel like a sick fuck for it."

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"I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t want you to get older hating me because I fucked you up thinking it’s okay for us to… to be more than brothers, Sammy. I couldn’t stand if you hated me." he told his brother, heart pounding in his chest as he sat in the car.

"Dean, you’re my brother. I could never hate you….granted you annoy me sometimes but still…." Sam replies, still standing outside of the car. "..Besides, I’m old enough to make my own decisions and I’d be a willing participant if we started anything….so you wouldn’t be the only one to blame.."

"But I’m older. I should know better. Shit…" he rubs his hand over his face and makes a long, exasperated noise before tipping his head back against the seat. "I should know better and I still don’t seem to care. I still want it all and I… I feel like a sick fuck for it."

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Dean sighed heavily and dropped to his knees at the side of the bed. He had fucked up again and now Sam was gone. Sam was running from him and he wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea to just sit and sulk when he knew what kind of assholes there were out there. So he dragged himself up and got out to the car to follow him, pulling in front of his baby brother to block his path. “Sam! Sam, get in the car! We can talk, okay?”

Sam skids to a halt so he doesn’t run into the Impala and wipes at the drying tears from his cheeks. “What else is there to talk about? You already let it be known that nothing can happen…” he sniffles, on the ready to keep walking if needed.

"I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t want you to get older hating me because I fucked you up thinking it’s okay for us to… to be more than brothers, Sammy. I couldn’t stand if you hated me." he told his brother, heart pounding in his chest as he sat in the car.

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Dean sighed heavily and dropped to his knees at the side of the bed. He had fucked up again and now Sam was gone. Sam was running from him and he wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea to just sit and sulk when he knew what kind of assholes there were out there. So he dragged himself up and got out to the car to follow him, pulling in front of his baby brother to block his path. “Sam! Sam, get in the car! We can talk, okay?”

Sam skids to a halt so he doesn’t run into the Impala and wipes at the drying tears from his cheeks. “What else is there to talk about? You already let it be known that nothing can happen…” he sniffles, on the ready to keep walking if needed.

"I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t want you to get older hating me because I fucked you up thinking it’s okay for us to… to be more than brothers, Sammy. I couldn’t stand if you hated me." he told his brother, heart pounding in his chest as he sat in the car.

Back Together [Sam | Dean]

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Dean made an annoyed huff and waved a hand to clear his jacket of the blood. “It’s probably old or something…” he tried to lie again. “I went on a lot of hunts. I don’t always wash my jacket between kills.”

"Okay fine." Sam sighs, accepting the lie. However, he won’t tell his older brother that he doesn’t buy said lie since he doesn’t want a huge argument to start. "…So where we headed to..?" Sam questions in hopes to change the subject.

"Well, there’s a few people I need to take care of then there’s a hunt in Texas. Something about horses going wild and cloning themselves some how." he started up the car again to keep on the road, trying to focus on anything but having to lie to Sam anymore. He hated having to lie to his baby brother.

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Dean let it happen, for at least 10 seconds before he pulled away anyways. Then he just gawked at Sam in awe before wrapping his arms around him, his entire body shaking. “We don’t have to do this, Sam. We don’t. I’ll be a better brother and I wont yell anymore. I wont even drink if you don’t like it.”

Sam’s face crumbles with hurt. In his mind that was a rejection, Dean saying no. “Just…just forget it..” He shoves out of his brother’s arms and bolts out of the room, running out the front door to just run. He had no idea where he was running, just that he needed to get away for a while. Sam tried to fight the onslaught of tears but couldn’t, letting them rain down his cheeks as he berated himself.

Dean sighed heavily and dropped to his knees at the side of the bed. He had fucked up again and now Sam was gone. Sam was running from him and he wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea to just sit and sulk when he knew what kind of assholes there were out there. So he dragged himself up and got out to the car to follow him, pulling in front of his baby brother to block his path. “Sam! Sam, get in the car! We can talk, okay?”

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Dean let it happen, for at least 10 seconds before he pulled away anyways. Then he just gawked at Sam in awe before wrapping his arms around him, his entire body shaking. “We don’t have to do this, Sam. We don’t. I’ll be a better brother and I wont yell anymore. I wont even drink if you don’t like it.”

Sam’s face crumbles with hurt. In his mind that was a rejection, Dean saying no. “Just…just forget it..” He shoves out of his brother’s arms and bolts out of the room, running out the front door to just run. He had no idea where he was running, just that he needed to get away for a while. Sam tried to fight the onslaught of tears but couldn’t, letting them rain down his cheeks as he berated himself.

Dean sighed heavily and dropped to his knees at the side of the bed. He had fucked up again and now Sam was gone. Sam was running from him and he wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea to just sit and sulk when he knew what kind of assholes there were out there. So he dragged himself up and got out to the car to follow him, pulling in front of his baby brother to block his path. “Sam! Sam, get in the car! We can talk, okay?”

Back Together [Sam | Dean]

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"The what?!" he squawks, pulling off to the side before looking at his shoulder and paling. He had been so careful. "I… I don’t know how that got there…" he lied, hoping Sam wouldn’t see through him.

Sam rolls his eyes. “Oh come on Dean! Stop acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about when the topic was brought up in the diner.” His brother could be so annoying at times.

Dean made an annoyed huff and waved a hand to clear his jacket of the blood. “It’s probably old or something…” he tried to lie again. “I went on a lot of hunts. I don’t always wash my jacket between kills.”