Dean didn't remember very much at all. Which made sense. His brother didn't even fully register Sam's presence until Sam had managed to get them both inside the basement.
He frowned, slight defensiveness more a result of his default reaction to his brother accusing him of anything rather than the accusation itself. "I wasn't—"
Oh, never mind. He waved a hand, letting it go.
Dean went quiet, but Sam didn't fill the silence, sensing that Dean was considering what to say next. True enough, Dean spoke up after a moment. From what he was saying, it sounded like he'd gotten sedated for no real reason after the scuffle at the grocery store. And Sam suspected it must've been no real reason. Dean was impulsive, but he wasn't stupid and Sam knew Dean wouldn't have jumped a supernatural creature with no weapon while surrounded by orderlies and other patients in broad daylight.
Who the hell was this doctor, anyway? 'Cause really, she'd nearly gotten Dean killed and while Sam didn't know if she would've been aware of what was gonna happen once night fell, he thought she must've if she knew about the Djinn like Dean said. Was it just the Djinn? What else did she know, if she knew about that? The deal? Sam's demon blood? Had she told Dean any of that?
Sam flicked a gaze at his brother, casual enough. Dean didn't sound or look like he knew. He was sure Dean would've said something right off the bat if he had or at least acted different. But then, he wasn't as confident in that conclusion anymore. He didn't know if he was capable of reading his brother as well as he might've once. If maybe he'd forgotten more of Dean than he'd have liked to admit.
Man, but they really didn't need another hunt on their hands. They definitely didn't need a hunt that was coming at them instead of the other way around.
"All right, well." He rubbed the corner of his eye. "We'll figure it out. But dude, we've got bigger problems than her. I think we're looking at a curse or else someone's working some pretty dark magic. There was a mass necromantic event last night, right in the middle of the damn town. The whole place was crawling with revenants and I'm guessing they didn't all climb out of their graves by themselves."
He wished he'd had more information on it, but he'd been too busy trying to, well, not die to do much observing. He could ask some people, but he suspected the chaos would give way to even more unreliable testimony than usual and frankly, civilians usually didn't know what to look for. He'd have to do some pretty extensive interviewing to hit any significant facts beyond what was already generally known and Sam just didn't feel like he had the energy for that. Not when he had more important things to investigate. Except it had to be done because for all he knew, this was tied into Dean's return. A way to keep Dean with him.
This Dean, Sam realized. He still didn't know if the fact that Dean was obviously pulled from a different point in time meant that somewhere, in his own universe, his Dean was still in hell. The idea seemed all too possible, far more than he would've liked to believe. Because if Dean was—if he was. What was he even supposed to do with that? There was no way he could live with it, knowing that, even if he did have a Dean, but he was pretty sure the space-time continuum would explode if two Deans ended up in the same plane of existence if it hadn't happened already, and shit, this was so screwed up.
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He frowned, slight defensiveness more a result of his default reaction to his brother accusing him of anything rather than the accusation itself. "I wasn't—"
Oh, never mind. He waved a hand, letting it go.
Dean went quiet, but Sam didn't fill the silence, sensing that Dean was considering what to say next. True enough, Dean spoke up after a moment. From what he was saying, it sounded like he'd gotten sedated for no real reason after the scuffle at the grocery store. And Sam suspected it must've been no real reason. Dean was impulsive, but he wasn't stupid and Sam knew Dean wouldn't have jumped a supernatural creature with no weapon while surrounded by orderlies and other patients in broad daylight.
Who the hell was this doctor, anyway? 'Cause really, she'd nearly gotten Dean killed and while Sam didn't know if she would've been aware of what was gonna happen once night fell, he thought she must've if she knew about the Djinn like Dean said. Was it just the Djinn? What else did she know, if she knew about that? The deal? Sam's demon blood? Had she told Dean any of that?
Sam flicked a gaze at his brother, casual enough. Dean didn't sound or look like he knew. He was sure Dean would've said something right off the bat if he had or at least acted different. But then, he wasn't as confident in that conclusion anymore. He didn't know if he was capable of reading his brother as well as he might've once. If maybe he'd forgotten more of Dean than he'd have liked to admit.
Man, but they really didn't need another hunt on their hands. They definitely didn't need a hunt that was coming at them instead of the other way around.
"All right, well." He rubbed the corner of his eye. "We'll figure it out. But dude, we've got bigger problems than her. I think we're looking at a curse or else someone's working some pretty dark magic. There was a mass necromantic event last night, right in the middle of the damn town. The whole place was crawling with revenants and I'm guessing they didn't all climb out of their graves by themselves."
He wished he'd had more information on it, but he'd been too busy trying to, well, not die to do much observing. He could ask some people, but he suspected the chaos would give way to even more unreliable testimony than usual and frankly, civilians usually didn't know what to look for. He'd have to do some pretty extensive interviewing to hit any significant facts beyond what was already generally known and Sam just didn't feel like he had the energy for that. Not when he had more important things to investigate. Except it had to be done because for all he knew, this was tied into Dean's return. A way to keep Dean with him.
This Dean, Sam realized. He still didn't know if the fact that Dean was obviously pulled from a different point in time meant that somewhere, in his own universe, his Dean was still in hell. The idea seemed all too possible, far more than he would've liked to believe. Because if Dean was—if he was. What was he even supposed to do with that? There was no way he could live with it, knowing that, even if he did have a Dean, but he was pretty sure the space-time continuum would explode if two Deans ended up in the same plane of existence if it hadn't happened already, and shit, this was so screwed up.