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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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"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."

Dean waited until Anna was gone before turning back to Sam with a look. "As soon as we're done here? You and me are gonna have a little chat."

"And by chat do you mean a conversation, or you punching me and then demanding answers that I don't have?"

"Conversation," Dean said evenly. "Though I will deck you if you keep pissing me off."

Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Fine. Hopefully we can get something to eat as well because I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

"Sure," he shrugged. "There are plenty of twenty-four hour places in this town."

"I was gonna make myself a late night snack after my shower. I can fix up enough for three." Anna replied casually from behind Sam, before slipping past him and folding her arms across her chest. She'd traded in the towel for ~~rather short~~ shorts and an NYPD t-shirt, along with her glasses.

Sam just looked at her. He didn't react to her outfit. Once there might have been a blush and a look away. Now he just held her look evenly.

"If you'd prefer we stay. I'm not picky." He looked over at his brother to make the final decision.

Dean didn't like making this decision. For the record. There is, however, still a lot of things that he doesn't want getting aired in front of Anna, so he shook his head, and took a step around her and out of the bedroom.

"I don't think that'd be a good idea." Because if this conversation was going to go the way he thought it was going to go, he and Sam didn't need to be having a knock down drag out in Anna's living room. "But maybe another time?"

In the past, Anna would've felt a little hurt by the rejection. But, instead, she followed Dean with her eyes - reading him a little - and nodded.

"Of course. My door's always open, boys. Don't forget that."

And then she turned to Sam... and promptly punched him in the chest. "That's for waitin' til now to show up. Jerk." He was getting off lightly. So very lightly.

She got a small smile out of him at that. He could tell her that technically he's been around for awhile, watching from afar. But he would end up getting punched a lot harder somewhere he didn't want to get hurt.

"I'll call," he offered. He had a new number and would have to give it to her. He turned to follow Dean, then sighed and closed his eyes a second.

It was awkward. Everything was just so damn awkward and he wished it didn't have to be this way.

If he didn't want it to be that way, he should have come back sooner. His brother wouldn't be pissed and things would have been hunky dory.

Choices, Sam. All about the choices.

Dean turned moved towards the door. "I'll give you a call later," he said to Anna. "If you hear anything else weird ... "

"Hold on a minute. Both of you." Anna said sternly as she approached Sam and turned him around. Her expression softened for a moment as she got on her tiptoes and pulled Sam into a tight hug.

And cue the waterworks. Because she couldn't help it. "Welcome home, Sam." She whispered, clinging to him just a little longer.

Sam looked almost shocked for a moment. It's really been that long since someone's actually... shown him affection. At least someone who wasn't paid to pretend that they cared about him for a night.

It takes him a moment before he remembers to just hug her back. He bites on his lip a moment, debating on what to say before he just nods. "Thanks," he told her softly, and then let her go.

Dean watched them for a moment, before nodding to Anna again. "I'll see you later."

Anna walked Sam to the door, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go and hugging Dean next. "Thank you. For checkin' on me." She whispered and kissed his cheek lightly.

Sam Walked out the door, then stopped. "I'm going to pull the car into the alley first. Need to um... take out the trash."

He hugged Anna back, up until Sam said that. Then, Dean raised his eyebrows before nodding. "Yeah ... okay."

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Anna waited til Sam left before looking Dean in the eyes. "You're probably gonna get mad at me for sayin this, but don't be too hard on Sam."

"I think you're a little late on that," he replied. "I already shoved a gun in his face."

"I meant once you two go hash it out, Winchester-style." She replied dryly, arching a brow at him.

He gave her a bright smile that might just be too bright. "I have no idea what you mean."

That smile, of course, got the usual look from Anna as she promptly smacked Dean's chest. "Don't try that bullshit on me, Dean."

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