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"Kiss me." Crowley says in a husky whisper in Sam's ear. - RKW

{ sam jumped, eyes darting to the side in panic at the sudden voice }

“ Crowley? “

{ his eyes widened, though it was in confusion, not fear. there must have been something wrong with the demon, he thought, maybe he was getting delirious after weeks in the dungeon }

“ That’s a joke, right? Listen, I just came in here to ask you to read this.. You really don’t need to be so close to me.. "

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When Sam thinks of Gabriel, he doesn’t know whether to smile or scream.

Maybe both.

He can’t bring himself to forgive the angel for his stunt with Dean, his useless plan to help that did nothing but fill Sam with rage; appreciation for his brother, if anything. But there are other things that pass through Sam’s mind when he hears the name.

Like how he saved Sam’s life.

Fortunately for the tricky angel, Sam’s fondest memory is back at that fancy hotel when he fought for humanity until his last breath. Gabriel’s death was and always will be a touchy spot for Sam, despite whether anyone knew or not, because he realized that he would have liked to have the angel in his team, and maybe if Sam would have said yes to Lucifer, the bastard would still be around.

You could say his mind has a love hate relationship with Gabriel, but you could also say that if the angel ever came back, Sam would be a little more than thankful.

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"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

“ I don’t owe you anything. “

{ sam spat the words, casting a disbelieving look at the angel }

“ Do you want to tell me me why you killed my brother hundreds of times? Or why you shoved the two of us in a bunch of freaking alternate universes? “

{ the hunter waited for an answer, and when he received none, he shook his head, the way he moved his hands paired with the expression on his face screaming ‘see?’ }

“ And before you even think about saying it, no, I won’t let it go. “

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Don't You Remember? | Open to Sams

“ There is nothing new except what has been forgotten. ”

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It was one in the morning, pitch black, and Dean was alone. Well, depending on what one would qualify as alone. It was Sam’s idea to split up, damn him, and now the eldest Winchester was bolting through a thick cropping of trees to try and escape a small group of vampires who had caught sight of him earlier. He was tired, his legs felt weak, there were branches and bushes scratching at is body, but he could hear those damn monsters behind him, and that was the only thing that continued the bursts of adrenaline through his body.

What happened to those tough Winchester genetics? God, Sam’s gonna kill me when he finds out what happened.

Sam.. Gotta find Sam…

For as smart as Dean was, he could make some pretty stupid mistakes. Like how he failed to comprehend that sometimes trees fell down and blocked the running paths of certain hunters, or that the earth wasn’t completely flat and sometimes contained massive hills. These actually turned out to be pretty significant problems because his lack of attention to them sent him tripping over a fallen trunk. His forehead slammed into the ground, which was what knocked him unconscious initially. He lost the vampires when his body fell from the impact, rolling down a steep hill and hitting everything in its path. The journey ended when the limp body landed at the bottom, stopping against a tree where Dean lay unconscious on the ground, his phone ringing in his pocket.

Dean’s eyes shot open, immediately requiring him to lift his arm to shield the green hues from some bright white light. the motion was stopped by an uncomfortable tug on his forearm and he squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments before blinking them open to see what caused the feeling. Was that an.. IV.. in his arm? After a minute or two, he had finally adjusted to the light and took to looking around the room. Mint green and white walls. A window and a door, both with their blinds closed. A stuffed tiger sitting beside him on the bed with a tag that read ‘Miss you, boy. - Bobby’ “Who the hell is Bobby?” he asked himself quietly, brows in a permanent state of being furrowed in confusion. Why was he in this hospital? All he could remember was his name..

Before something weirder could happen, Dean pressed the big red button he spotted on the nightstand beside his bed, and was surprised to see three nurses and a doctor burst in not seconds later. “He’s awake!” one woman exclaimed. “Go get his brother!” another ordered. And suddenly there was a male doctor at his side and a small flashlight in his eye. “How are you feeling? Are you hungry? I bet you missed your family.” his deep voice rambled, but Dean didn’t know what he was talking about.

"Stop-" he ordered, his free arm moving up quickly so he could hold back the doctor’s hand. "Where am I and why am I here." Dean asked slowly, staring the doctor in the eyes. He stepped back immediately, a hand moving to rub his forehead. "Oh my.." he sighed quietly. "Can you tell me your name?" "Dean Winchester." "Your birthplace?" There was a pause. "I don’t remember." Dean answered, and that was just what the doctor had feared. "Dean, all I’m going to tell you right now is that you’ve been in a coma for a month.. There’s someone here for you, though, I’m sure it seemed even longer to him." he said quietly before leaving the room.

Only minutes after the doctor left, the door opened again, and a very attractive floppy haired man walked into Dean’s room, looking overjoyed to see him. That was flattering in itself, Dean was sure he must not have looked very good.

"Hey, I’m Dean. Are you Bobby? Thanks for the stuffed animal."

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