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

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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Dean just held a finger to his lips as he continued to make his way through the apartment, gun still held out in front of him. He wasn't sure the coast was clear yet, and he wasn't going to relax until he was.

Staring at him like he was crazy, Anna picked up her gun again and followed him from room to room until they ended up in her bedroom. Opening the drawer in her nightstand, she put the gun away and cleared her throat.

"Dean?"

"Sorry," he sighed, reaching back behind him to slip the gun away under his shirt. "I got dosed by a djinn at the restaurant, and I wanted to make sure they didn't come after you too."

"A djinn? What the Hell are they doin' in Manhattan?" Frowning, she got on her tiptoes and checked him over to make sure he was okay. She gently turned his head before lowering her hand and stepping back awkwardly.

"Are you okay?"

"Payback, apparently. I think I axed someone close to them a few years back. And from what I've been told, they can pass for human now."

Which, if you could tell from his tone, was really fucking not good.

"I'm fine. I managed to get dosed with the antidote in time."

"Well, shit." Because, really, did she need to say anything more on the subject?

And then it dawned on her. "...Who gave you the antidote?"

Yeeeeeeah, that was the part he hadn't wanted to get around to. His eyes shifted for a moment, before exhaling slowly. " ... Sam."

"...That's not funny, Dean." Taking a few steps back, Anna's eyes widened, and when her back hit the wall she grasped at the surface.

The djinn was in the house, slowly making it's way to the bedroom. Dean's back was to the door, and as it got closer, the blue tattoos started to form along it's arm and to it's neck. She was just inches away when a large shadow fell over her and she turned.

"I don't think so," Sam stated, his machete slicing through the air to decapitate the djinn, blood going everywhere. He wiped it off his face with his sleeve, then looked up into the room and saw Anna with Dean.

"Hey Anna."

Dean turned at the sound of something going thunk!, and sighed, before turning to look at Anna with a face that said he was just as thrown by this as she was going to be.

"I wasn't joking."

Anna just... looked at Dean in shock. And then at Sam.

"...Sam."

Taking a step toward the brothers, her knees buckled and she fell to the floor.

Dean was closer. Sam knew he would catch her. There were other things to worry about.

"Let me get rid of the body. I'll be back."

Hopefully she would have a hefty bag or three in the kitchen.

Dean was closer, and he did catch her, but just barely. He shifted his grip after a moment and eased her back onto the bed. "Easy. I know it's a bit of a shock -- believe me, I almost shot him, and I was coming off a djinn high at the time."

"...How? Zerachiel said he fell into the Pit. He's not supposed to be here." The whole premise of coping was because Sam was gone - indefinitely. Now the wounds were raw again and Dean being here with his own emotions just seemed to intensify the experience.

"Why? When? He--" Anna stammered, squeezing Dean's hand to confirm that this was real.

Dean squeezed her hand back before shrugging. "He's just about as clueless as we are. Apparently, he's been back for a few months now, and just decided to not say anything."

"Why'd he wait so long?" She asked tiredly, hand resting comfortably atop Dean's as she tried to calm down.

"Apparently, I was 'happy' and he didn't want to fuck it up for me. Which is bullshit, but he's not a shapeshifter, and he's not a demon, so the only reasonable conclusion seems to be that he's actually Sam."

"As much as I understand it... What the hell made him think that?!"

"Because he was out of the job and had a real life for once," Sam stated from the doorway where he was cleaning the blood off his knife.

"And able to be in the same room with you and not fight. Which I don't remember the last time you two actually were able to do that."

Dean didn't even bother looking at Sam. He was still just a liiiiiiittle bit pissed. "Though he also can't seem to get it through his thick skull that a small heads up to know he was alive wouldn't have been too terrible a thing either."

"Who gets dibs on kickin' the shit outta Sam first?" Anna snarked as she glanced up at Sam just long enough for him to see the tears in her eyes before she looked back at Dean.

Sam just sighed and worked his jaw, not looking directly at either of them, but still able to watch then though his bangs in front of his eyes. He saw the tears, but wasn't going to acknowledge them.

"If you want, I can just leave."

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"No." Dean was putting his foot down there. His brother wasn't getting out of his sight until he was satisfied, and it was going to take some doing. But they were going to duke this out, Winchester-style, as soon as Dean was satisfied that Anna was safe. "We're not done yet."

Then he turned his attention to Anna. "You alright?"

"Not a chance." She said at the same time as Dean, because she was going to get a crack at Sam, eventually.

Squeezing Dean's hand, she nodded and carefully slid off her bed - keeping her towel clutched shut around her body as she grabbed some clothes from her closet and slid past Sam. She was going to give the boys a minute while she got changed, sighing because of the mess that Sam made.

There are a lot of messes that Sam's made. The bloody one on the floor was now in two large black garbage bags now on the fire escape. He'd bring his car around in a bit to toss them down and put them in the trunk.

He'd take it back to the Campbell compound and Samuel could do whatever he wanted to with it.

He just sighed again, moving to give Anna room to pass him and then he sheathed his knife. "That was the last one I know about."

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