[revenge is supernatural] I'm busy in the blissful unaware

[hasperkynipples]

Dean knows when he's been whammied, a lot of the time Most of the time, actually.

Well, seventy-five percent of the time.

He used to be able to tell when he's being whammied. Then he started to work for Fringe Divison, and that percentage went down quite a bit. There were ways of being whammied that he hadn't even thought of and he was doing his best to distinguish between the two. He had thought he was doing pretty well with all of it. At least, until he walked into his hotel room after having drinks with Anna and found Azazel standing there.

Then he promptly proceeded to flip the fuck out.

First of all, he wasn't sure how he got in there. He might have been seventy-five percent out of the game, but he still salted all his doors and windows, so this was very much a no demon zone. Follow that up with the fact that he shot Azazel, right in the heart, three years ago, Dean was starting to wonder if his and Sam stopping the Apocalpyse had gone a little screwy. If it did, Dean's life was about to start seriously sucking. Then there was a struggle, some confusion, and then Dean passed out like a whimpy girl for a reason he wasn't sure about. He knew what he saw. But Dean wasn't exactly trusting his eyes at the moment.

As Dean started to come to, he rolled into a sitting position and glanced around. He was still in his hotel room, but his head hurt like a bitch and ... well, there was a giant Sam doppleganger sitting in the other end of the room. Dean clearly hit his head harder than he thought, or Walter slipped him the happy drugs again. Either way, Dean was pretty sure he was fucked.

" ... This is ... new."

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[hasperkynipples]

"Ever think that maybe we could have helped?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. "Olivia has access to resources that we never would have had on our own, never mind the fact that Walter's a friggin' genius."

[likely_evil]

"I did. But I'm not all that fond of being analyzed like an amoeba on a petry dish." Sam rolled his eyes. "Which you know is exactly what I would become."

[hasperkynipples]

"You know, Walter really isn't that bad. But good to know that you have enough faith in me that you think I would put you in that kind of situation."

[likely_evil]

"Dean, I wouldn't doubt that if Walter felt something would help me, you would convince me to go along with him. I would do the same for you in return because I'd be more worried about your welfare than your feelings."

He gave his brother the 'I know you' look.

[hasperkynipples]

"Yeah, but I know the difference between turning you into one of Walter's science experiments, and when he's doing something to help. This still doesn't explain why you decided not to let me know you were alive."

[likely_evil]

Sam closed his eyes and sighed. "Dean, you had moved on. You got your record cleaned, new friends, a good job. You even have started talking to Anna..."

He stopped and cleared his throat. "Me coming back then would have ruined everything. I wasn't going to do that for you now, not after all the hell I've put you through."

[hasperkynipples]

"Ruined everything?" That was pretty much all Dean could take on that point. "Sam, I don't care about your shit. You're my brother. I wanted my brother back. You didn't see me before that happened."

[likely_evil]

"And I wasn't back before then. I just saw what I did when I finally found you, and I made my choice. Dean, you can't be pissed at me because I wanted you to be happy."

[hasperkynipples]

"Wanting me to be happy? Sam, I would exactly consider myself 'happy,' right now. I'm okay. I can function. That doesn't necessarily make me happy."

[likely_evil]

He just shook his head. "Listen, what's done is done, alright. I can't change that now."

[hasperkynipples]

Dean sighed as he collapsed back against the chair. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Just ... sucks."

[likely_evil]

"So... the djinn is still out there, by the way. It's probably going to try and make another attempt on you. Or me. Or both."

Change of topic? Hell yes.

[hasperkynipples]

"Yeah, right," Dean replied, leaning forward and rubbing his chin a bit. "How did they dupe me?"

[likely_evil]

"Their touch. Same way how it put you into the dream world those few years ago, only this time they aren't worried about keeping you alive for long periods of time to feed off of."

[hasperkynipples]

Dean suddenly sat up a bit as a very sobering realization came over him. "And you said that they can pass for human?"

[likely_evil]

"Yeah, pretty much. But they have pale skin and really black hair. Otherwise can't tell them from anyone else."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

[hasperkynipples]

"Shit," he replied, before getting to his feet and grabbing his gun, not Peter's, and heading for the door. "Anna." He stopped at the doorway, before nodding.

"C'mon -- you have to drive. I flew in."

[likely_evil]

The realization hit Sam and he was up, reaching for his own weapon that he had stashed on top of the fridge - no need to freak Dean out any more - and his jacket.

"Wait, you flew?" He didn't stop moving as he followed Dean though.

[hasperkynipples]

"Olivia tends to like to get to things quickly? Isn't exactly fond on waiting for me to take however long to drive out to a crime scene, and sometimes we go overseas ... " He sighed. "I spend most of it gripping the armrest like a vice and trying not to be sick."

[likely_evil]

Sam just nodded. It was amazing at how things changed sometimes.

"You could always just ask them to knock you out."

When they got outside, Sam pressed the button on his keychain. Across the street, a black Dodge charger blinked it's lights and the engine started. Sam started right for it.

[hasperkynipples]

Dean had a response to that, but he was momentarily distracted by the car. He just sort of ... stared at it, and then looked back at his brother in surprise.

"Seriously, dude? Really?"

He then shook his head and went to slide into the passenger's seat. "No, we tried that. Walter ... slipped me something once -- it didn't end well. He meant well, but ... he tends to make things a little strong."

[likely_evil]

"Didn't end well how? And dude, what's wrong with my car?"

He got into the driver's seat and buckled up, waiting for Dean to do the same.

[hasperkynipples]

"It's made of plastic. And he gave me LSD, dude, you don't even want to know what I was tripping. It wasn't just any LSD, either. It was his own, high grade LSD. I was still tripping by the time we ran into Anna at the crime scene."

Dean did so, but he really wasn't all that happy about the car. If he was going to steal a car, it might as well be one that was at least sturdy. No way this thing would survive getting t-boned by a tractor trailer.

[likely_evil]

Sam laughed. "And I don't have to stop every hundred miles to refuel. Trust me, she does her job."

He pulled out into traffic, making his way to the interstate and then pushing the speed limits as he headed towards New York.

"I take it Anna wasn't as amused."

[hasperkynipples]

Dean shook his head, but let the car conversation drop. "She was more amused than I was comfortable with, actually. She was actually less amused that Fringe was taking over her crime scene."

Then a beat. "Turn up here."