dudeimbatman | 55th Hunt [Action] I had one job--take care of Sammy--and I failed

[Dean is sitting on his bed. It's a double bed across from Sam's bed. There's only about three feet separating the beds. Just like in all the motels they grew up in. Sam is lying on the bed obviously dead. He's still wearing the clothes he was wearing when Anna stabbed him. The sheets around him are stained with blood as well. Hygiene isn't really at the top of Dean's awareness list. He's still black and blue but the worst of his injuries have been healed.

Dean's elbows are on his knees, his head buried in his hands.]

I tried, Dad. I tried and it just--it wasn't enough. I should have shoved the kid out the door--made him go back to that apple pie life.

[He rakes his hands through his hair, hitting a half healed gash and wincing. His hands fist in his hair and he grits his teeth]

One job...Sammy. One job and I couldn't get it friggin right.

[Why yes that is a single tear of man pain running down his cheek]

[ooc: Dean's BFF Cas is standing outside guarding so that Dean doesn't take off and make a stupid deal with the deities. He's also taken his device for that reason. Sammich IS dead in this scene and probably smells. Hell Dean probably smells but he's open to action and he will be allowed visitors by his Guardian Angel if anyone wants to come say hi. It hasn't actually registered that it's his birthday today. Yet.]

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[She's careful not to let her fingers touch his as she takes the bracelet back, touched that he's given her even this much after what she's taken away. She doesn't know what this means for them, but she is certain of one thing.]

I'll get my things out, stay in another building. I don't belong here.

[Sometimes she thinks she never did.]

Hey. Sorry to interrupt but, uh. We have something for you, Dean.

[He's got no intention of stopping Anna. He's done as much as he can right now. When Sam comes in, Dean's first thought is that something is wrong. He gives Sam a quick once over to ascertain that he's not hurt and then confusion sets in because...what?]

I've already got booze and porn. Not much else I need. [Which says volumes about how he intends to spend the rest of his evening. You know if he were willing to shut the bathroom door to deal with the porn. Which he's not. Sam, not getting out of his sight.]

[She doesn't understand the smile, and so doesn't really acknowledge it. Instead, she slips the bracelet into her pocket and takes a few steps towards the door. Dean's made his wishes and intentions clear, the least she could do is abide by them.]

I'll take my leave.

[Looking at Sam she pauses, emotions barely flickering across her face, but still there. Regret. Anger. Sorrow. Guilt. Satisfaction. Lucifer is gone, she can tell that at a look, but the cost has been more than she can imagine.]

It's good to see you up.

[She hesitates again, trying to decide if other words need be spoken. But in the end, she simply heads for the exit again, not wanting to make them any more uncomfortable with her just... disappearing.]

Please. Just, , you're gonna wanna see this. Me and Anna, all of us really. We put a lot of work into it. And I'll kick your ass if you let it go to waste.

[Dean looks back and forth between Sam and Anna. he's confused, he's worried and part of him is so damn hurt. He feels betrayed in a way even though he knows Anna didn't remember the promise she'd made to him. He's not surprised that Sam has forgiven Anna so quickly because that's just Sam. Finally he shakes his head and scrubs a hand over his head.]

Okay...let's see what it is. [And a pause while he considers his next words. He swears it's because of Sam, not Anna and not any feelings he has for her] If Anna stays too.

[She pulls her arm from Sam's grip. Not from any bad memory, although she does admit that she makes the association from the day previous. But Dean's reaction surprises her after he'd requested her to leave.]

If... you insist.

[She doesn't know why he's asking this. It's awkward for everyone.]

Right. Well.

[Dean looks at Anna like he wants to say something but he doesn't know what or more correctly it's buried under everything else. It's not as if he expresses himself well on a good day. This is definitely not a good day.

After a very long few seconds he just nods and turns to follow Sam. Once in the kitchen, the sight of the cake brings him to a stop. He's shocked, surprised and a little overwhelmed--in a good way.]

Damn....that's...awesome.

It was Sam's idea.

[Downplaying her role would probably bee best. The less conflicted Dean feels about his surprise, probably the better.]

Might've been my idea, but everyone helped. Anna made the cake, Bobby helped with the supports, and Cas helped with the icing. I wanted it to be a gift from everyone.

Oh, right. There. Now it's perfect.

[He gives a long whistle, walking around the table so he can get the full effect. He tries to just let it go; all of the things that have been going on and all the things that he's feeling.]

Thanks. Seriously...this is...awesome. Both of you...[He looks pointedly at Anna.] Thanks.

You're welcome.

[She stands off to the side, hands down, unsure what her next move should be.]

I'll go get the knife.

[Perhaps a slight retreat to the kitchen is in order.]

Happy birthday, man.

[Dean chuckles and shakes his head.]

...Hell. I can't even remember the last time I had a birthday cake.

[And then a glance at Sam] We gonna set it on fire?

If by that, you mean put some candles in it, then yeah. I think we still have some pink ones left from my birthday. I'll go check.

[Anna's back before Sam, holding the knife and offering it to Dean.]

I'll leave when we're done with this, since Sam's so... invested in it. I know it's not what you'd prefer.

[Dean scrubs his hands over his face and through his hair. He lets out a giant sigh and shakes his head]

Anna...you don't--if Sam doesn't--fuck I don't know.

It's better, I think, for both of us if I go. Give us time... to think.

[Maybe even reassess the whole thing. Was the pain they would inevitably cause each other worth it?]

55th Hunt [Action] I had one job--take care of Sammy--and I failed

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