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“My, my, did Dean pick a looker this time,” Lucifer grinned. “Really. He must’ve done his research to pick you up.”

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Dean nodded slowly and made his way over to Camilla, who was now standing up in front of the bed, Dean’s hands wrung in front of him.

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Dean didn’t know if he was able to go on when he found Sammy on the floor of that cabin in the woods. He couldn’t go on without his little brother, even though he had Camilla. Though it was kind of selfish to say, Camilla wasn’t his rock. Sam was. Sam was the guy who could bring Dean back from a bad flashback or bring him back from a bad place in his head. Camilla was able to do that, too, but not as quickly as Sam was able to. All Sam had to do was raise his voice at the right moment and Dean was back. Dean and Sam had more than thirty years under their belts to know each other’s strengths and weaknesses. All of that was gone. All because of a werewolf. All because of a bullet lodged in Sam’s gut. The last memory of seeing his brother was when two officers had to manhandle him out of the cabin because Dean just wouldn’t leave. He couldn’t leave without his brother.

Camilla was waiting for him at the hospital. Of course she was. Of course Camilla was waiting for him. She must’ve heard, somehow, and probably assumed that Dean was at the hospital already when he was in the back of a state police car, broken and bruised and...silent. He wouldn’t answer a single question that was thrown at him. Even after he got out of the police car, he didn’t say anything. Not even to his own girlfriend. Dean was that far gone. As Dean was getting led to a room, his vision started to get clouded with tears, which the hunter ignored entirely. After a nurse checked him over, Dean was told to get rest, which Dean would most likely deny doing and Camilla was taken outside to get questioned by the police.

Dean knew he had PTSD, but depression? On a bad day, someone could say he looked like the type of guy, but any other day, you wouldn’t be able to tell. Dean knew one way to get his brother back and he knew that it was just going to kill him to do it, literally and figuratively. How else could he get Sam back besides talking to a damn Reaper? Exactly. There was no other way. After Dean managed to get out of the hospital bed without hurting himself much more, holding his side the entire time since he had a couple ribs broken, he navigated himself to a room with cabinets, which were locked, full of drugs and anesthetics. Breathing heavy, Dean managed to break the lock and started looking for a certain drug or two. A few minutes went by and Dean had pills scattered on the table in front of him, his heart racing as he had a handful of pills. “Sorry, Cam,” Dean whispered to himself, looking down at his trembling hand. “I need Sammy back and...hopefully the doctors can bring me back in time. Bottoms up.” he mumbled and threw the pills into his mouth and  swallowed them with water, which he dropped to the floor. It didn’t even take a full minute before things started to get fuzzy. The last thing he remembered was the floor coming closer and closer in, what looked like to him, slow motion.

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Dean actually missed his own voice just as much as Camilla missed his voice, too. A whole year of going mute has done a number on him and he actually believed the doctor when he said that he’d possibly never be able to talk again. Sure, Dean and Camilla were able to communicate via sign language and writing and texting, but it was way different than vocals. It didn’t have the same effect.

After a year, Dean didn’t think that he’d be able to talk, but Dean was just testing his voice everyday to actually try and talk. Then, he looked up at Camilla like a lost puppy when she asked what he’d said. What he had said. So...that must mean that his vocal chords are actually working. “...Hello?” he repeated, looking at Camilla with his puppy eyes. After being mute for an entire year, Dean knew that he’d have some speech issues and it would take some time getting him back to normal.

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"Well, well, if it isn't McGarrett. Long time, no see." [ Estella ]

“It has been a long time, Stella. How are you?”

[itsthefallenone]

"Castiel, please tell me you're back."

“I’m here, Camilla…”

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@camandstella liked for a mobile starter from sam .

he hadn’t meant to knock the woman over , for her things to spread across the sidewalk , but he had tripped over his own giant feet , and her stuff went flying . Sam bent down hurriedly to help her pick it up .

’ oh my god , I’m so sorry , ’

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          Six murders in the span of a week was a record           for this place - the local PD appearing to be in over           their heads on this one - only, they didn’t know that           exactly. The fallen had actually been providing them           a service. before six turned in to twenty. However, his           last fight had left him someone incapacitated, easily           captured. He could break free of the shackles this one           had placed on him, but he would continue to play nice           shuffling behind her towards the car.              The woman was almost a head shorter than he, even in            his bleeding state, she’d be an easy target. But that would            have to wait, as another appeared in the alley with them.            Castiel raised his hands.             “ I understand I have the right to remain silent, and the rest               of my Miranda Rights, but I highly recommend removing               these. now. “