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Dean's body ached from the inside out, every last part of it wound so tight it was a wonder he had any strength left for walking, but walk Dean did. His feet had carried him to every part of the island at least twice, and now they'd brought him to the tree Sam had taken from the jungle and planted the last time Dean disappeared.

What, you made me into Arbor Day?

Sam hadn't smiled then, and Dean didn't smile now. Between Sam's screaming absence and Castiel's news, Dean wasn't sure he'd ever smile again. Not once, back home, not once had he taken Sam for granted, and on the island it'd taken all of a year to relax his guard, let himself reach for things that made him happy, and now his little brother was gone. Back to the worst of all possible futures, and Dean was as powerless to save him as a child.

He pushed his fingers over his eyes, holding back the panic as best he could. Sam was out there, fighting Lilith with only Ruby at his side, and Dean was in fucking Margaritaville. With a grunt of dissent, Dean walked forward, head shaking angrily from side to side. They hadn't been through all of this to be separated now.

The fistful of leaves tore easily away from the branch. Dean stalked north with his prize, to the place where the path split four ways. In times past, a left would have taken them to the baseball field where the both of them had played in a way they'd never been able to as children.

He punched rather than dug the hole in the ground.

When the last leaf was buried in the ground, Dean sat back on his haunches and waited. He didn't have anything left to barter with, even if a demon did come, but he had to know.

He had to know if this was truly done.

Date: 2009-07-22 05:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] steel-singer.livejournal.com
A crossroads, a hole dug in the ground, a hopeful person waitin' for the demon to appear to make the deal. Bobby didn't have to ask to know what Dean was doin'. It was the same thing he'd done before to bring Sam back, and Bobby still remembered openin' the door to find Sam standin' there, thankin' Bobby for patchin' him up like it had been no big deal. You stupid ass! he'd yelled at Dean, out among the junked cars in his yard.

He wasn't doin' no yellin' now. Wouldn't do anyone any good. So he just went and stood a little off to the side, where Dean could see him if he wanted to talk, and waited for the Crossroads Demon that was never showin' up.

Date: 2009-07-29 12:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weary-head.livejournal.com
Dean felt him there, that presence just within his range of sight, radiating disapproval and worse - pity. Those were Dean's assumptions, at least, when at last he raised his head from that hole in the ground.

"Not gonna shout this time?" he rasped out, too tired even to clear his throat.

Date: 2009-07-29 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] steel-singer.livejournal.com
As angry as Bobby'd been at Dean the last time, he couldn't say he didn't understand it. Hell, if he'd known how back then, he probably would've done the same thing to bring his wife back. What he was feelin' for Dean right then wasn't pity, not at all. Definitely not disapproval.

"Not this time," he said, gruffer than usual, hat pulled low on his forehead. "Wouldn't do much good."

Date: 2009-07-31 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weary-head.livejournal.com
"Well, that just feels wrong," said Dean, pushing wearily to his feet. "I do something stupid, and nobody yells at me. Bet I start acting out soon if this keeps up."

Date: 2009-07-31 05:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] steel-singer.livejournal.com
"I could yell, if it'd make ya feel better," Bobby replied, stuffin' his hands in his pockets. "Call you a stupid ass again."

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