45th Hunt [Voice] You don't know which way to go?

[dudeimbatman]

I know sorry is shit when you've done the things I did but...

If I wandered into your dream or you came into mine,

I'm sorry.

[Private to Sam]

We need to talk.

[And he shuts the device off with a click]

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[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

[The line opens, but there's nothing said. She's not sure what to say, but the caller ID makes it clear who she is.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Have some silence back mostly because he's not sure what to say to her. After several long moments he clears his throat.]

Anna--

[His voice sounds rough and broken]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have--I didn't--fuck. I'm sorry.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

It wasn't you, well, isn't you.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[Anna probably has a good idea of how close to what he once was that nightmare had gotten but he's not going to help her along]

Anyway...The City's a jackass.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

[Hanna coughs quietly, still feeling rather ill, before he says anything.]

Well, at least you didn't join in...but Dean...that wasn't you. Or isn't you know, and it was a curse. You weren't in control

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[There's a part of Dean that wants to tell Hanna just how wrong he is. No, Dean isn't a demon. Wasn't ever a demon. And that makes what he did in Hell so much worse.]

Yeah. Still doesn't make what I did alright.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

But that wasn't you...and we all know it wasn't you.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Thanks for saying it, Hanna.

Are you...you sound like shit.

[sings4dragons.livejournal.com]

Are you alright?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Not the question you ought to be askin' but yeah...I'll live.

[sings4dragons.livejournal.com]

And what should I be asking, then?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Nothing. You ought to be telling me what a dick I am.

[deadly_legacy]

[Gently and knowing full well he saw...things.] Are you all right?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Yeah he saw but he doesn't think he's in any position to judge considering the way his nightmares went]

I'm fine. Are you?

[deadly_legacy]

...It's not the first time people have seen...that here. [Which is not the same as yes, she's fine.]

I'm glad you're back to yourself.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Jackasses.

[commarogue]

Not like it's news. You bang a dude's gong, his natural reaction's to get to the gutting.

Thought everyone knew that.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Speaking from personal experience there?

[commarogue]

Doesn't have to be personal. Humans aren't that much better than the other monsters in the mud.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Guess you got a point there.

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[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Should I--? I mean--.

...The roof?

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Nah...the Impala. We'll drive around.

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[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Alright. I'll be down in a sec.

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[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Once Sam is inside, Dean starts the car and pulls away from the curb. The radio is on (of course) but it's down low enough that they can talk over it. He doesn't say anything for a minute though]

You know I wouldn't...ever. Right?