Dean rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "I dunno, man. From what I got from that doctor, I'm relivin' a replay of that djinn's acid trip, with some details changed, like my name. I'm Rick Derringer," he added, a grin on his face as if he'd always wanted to use that name but hadn't ever gotten around to it. "How awesome's that?"
The thing was, he wasn't sure he wanted Sam to pick up their files. Yeah, it could be important - probably was - even if it was chock full of lies, but it also might have some information there he really didn't want his little brother to run across. It'd be nice to know what their cover was supposed to be so they could run into it and make sure they could match the details while they were stuck here; on the other hand, it could have too much in there, such as how long he had left, even if they chalked it up as cancer or something more normal than a demon waiting to collect on your eternally damned soul. Once Sam got it into his head he was gonna do something, it was as good as done, 'cause he was just as much of a stubborn bastard than Dad and the most Dean could do was slow him down, at best.
"Ice Queen also said I tried to kill myself," Dean mimed stabbing himself in the chest, which wasn't far from the truth...although he hadn't been exactly suicidal. It'd been the only way to jolt himself conscious, "Oh, and yeah, I supposedly ditched you - the wussy you, not the real you - on my way to hunt the djinn. But other than that, and the name thing, it's a dead-ringer for what I hallucinated that time."
It was also something she should've had no way of knowing. The only person he'd told about that was Sam, and he hadn't even told him the full details. Some of it was just too painful, sometimes he still regretted kicking himself out of that dream, even if he would've died in a matter of days, if not a week as that monster drained him dry: he believed his wish when it said it would've felt like a lifetime. It would've been a lot better than getting stuck in Landels with his time remaining ticking by and wondering how Sam was gonna get along without him. But then Dean remembered Sam trying to rescue him from that abandoned warehouse, how he would've got tagged by the djinn too if he hadn't jumped in to help, and he was able to shove aside the regret. He wasn't sure if he'd ever tell Sam the whole story, even months after.
How had Kisugi known though? He guessed she could be telepathic. It wasn't impossible. Wasn't like he had any mental defenses against that - Dean just knew how to kill these things, not Jedi it up.
The problem was he was pretty sure Sam was set on this idea about finding out more about their false identities. It wasn't a bad idea, though it did make him nervous. Dean guessed he'd just have to get to his own file first before Sam saw it, and remove anything that might have to do with his lifespan. He couldn't hide it forever, but he'd tell Sammy on his own terms.
It wouldn't be 'cause of a stupid piece of paper filled with just enough truth in those lies to get Sam asking questions.
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The thing was, he wasn't sure he wanted Sam to pick up their files. Yeah, it could be important - probably was - even if it was chock full of lies, but it also might have some information there he really didn't want his little brother to run across. It'd be nice to know what their cover was supposed to be so they could run into it and make sure they could match the details while they were stuck here; on the other hand, it could have too much in there, such as how long he had left, even if they chalked it up as cancer or something more normal than a demon waiting to collect on your eternally damned soul. Once Sam got it into his head he was gonna do something, it was as good as done, 'cause he was just as much of a stubborn bastard than Dad and the most Dean could do was slow him down, at best.
"Ice Queen also said I tried to kill myself," Dean mimed stabbing himself in the chest, which wasn't far from the truth...although he hadn't been exactly suicidal. It'd been the only way to jolt himself conscious, "Oh, and yeah, I supposedly ditched you - the wussy you, not the real you - on my way to hunt the djinn. But other than that, and the name thing, it's a dead-ringer for what I hallucinated that time."
It was also something she should've had no way of knowing. The only person he'd told about that was Sam, and he hadn't even told him the full details. Some of it was just too painful, sometimes he still regretted kicking himself out of that dream, even if he would've died in a matter of days, if not a week as that monster drained him dry: he believed his wish when it said it would've felt like a lifetime. It would've been a lot better than getting stuck in Landels with his time remaining ticking by and wondering how Sam was gonna get along without him. But then Dean remembered Sam trying to rescue him from that abandoned warehouse, how he would've got tagged by the djinn too if he hadn't jumped in to help, and he was able to shove aside the regret. He wasn't sure if he'd ever tell Sam the whole story, even months after.
How had Kisugi known though? He guessed she could be telepathic. It wasn't impossible. Wasn't like he had any mental defenses against that - Dean just knew how to kill these things, not Jedi it up.
The problem was he was pretty sure Sam was set on this idea about finding out more about their false identities. It wasn't a bad idea, though it did make him nervous. Dean guessed he'd just have to get to his own file first before Sam saw it, and remove anything that might have to do with his lifespan. He couldn't hide it forever, but he'd tell Sammy on his own terms.
It wouldn't be 'cause of a stupid piece of paper filled with just enough truth in those lies to get Sam asking questions.