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[venatoris]

[ Hi, yes, it's Dean showing his face on the network, which is rare as hell. He looks like bagged shit, but he's ALIVE, and he's grateful for that. His omni is set up in the kitchen, facing him at the table and yeah, sorry, he's low key surrounded by disassembled weaponry. ]


So my brother, Sam, has been a friggin' menace to Trench the last few months, as I'm sure most of you are aware at this point. No worries, he's currently in therapy. [ ignore the monster roar there. ]

My question to you guys is this. [ He holds up a charm bracelet, wiggling it around. ] This is my moms charm bracelet. It's missing three charms. Has anyone seen them? They'd be silver, vintage from the 70s - so kinda worn, probably sterling.

Anyway..yeah. If you've seen those charms, let me know as soon as possible. Please.

[ He hesitates, like he's not sure if he should add this or not, but. Some people probably wanna know. ]

My little brother, Sammy. The fourteen year old. He's gone home, voluntarily. He said...bye.

[ okay thats it bye ]

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[venatoris]

[ ah, it's you. he remembers the dust cloud vividly ]

Yeah. He's really gone. Spell wore off, and...I watched him walk into the ocean.

[royalfling]

[ Wu nods, feeling sort of guilty for the amount of relief that he feels about that ]

I'm sorry, for your loss. Um. I hope that he's happy, um, in the sea.

[venatoris]

You don’t have to pretend. It’s okay.

[ he gets it. dean is absolutely devastated but… he gets it. ]

[royalfling]

Well, I'm certainly happy for me, but that must be hard.

[ Both things can be true at the same time ]

He wasn't quite so scary as a kid.

[venatoris]

It is. I thought we had more time. I didn't think the spell would unravel so fast.

[ God, his heart (and head) aches. ]

Yeah, hard to be terrified of a scrawny little fourteen year old, huh? He was such a nerd at that age. [ this is all said very fondly ]

[royalfling]

He seemed like it.

[ Wu almost feels bad now. Almost. ]

We don't really know what happens, when people leave. I hope, I hope he gets to go home.

[venatoris]

I, uh.

[ Dean drags a hand over his face, looking tired, weathered. He feels tight, like taffy stretched too thin. ]

If he's home, he's dead. [ mostly, anyway. There was nothing of Sam left after Lucifer fully took over. ]

[royalfling]

Oh.

[ Okay, he really feels bad now. He scrubs a hand over his face. ]

Then, I suppose, going back to the sea would be better. It's sort of scary, not knowing. That isn't helpful to you, though. I-- well. I really am sorry. I know that it wasn't him who, you know. Did that. [ Killed him ]

[venatoris]

[ He's not trying to be an asshole, to make the kid feel like shit. Dean's just...tired. He's really, really freakin' tired. ]

Yeah...he would never. It's complicated, how all that happened.

[ How Lucifer ended up in Sam to begin with, blah blah. ]

[royalfling]

Good, that's good. I-- well. I'm sorry, is all. I'm sorry for your loss.

[ He can't really say anything more than that. Maybe a weight is lifted for him, but a new one was placed on Dean. He gives Dean a strained little smile, then cuts the feed. He doesn't need to inflict his presence on a mourning brother any more than he already has ]