Sammy f*%$ked up | Heaven

[dudeimbatman]

Something has been eating at Sam for weeks (maybe longer but time in Heaven is weird). Dean had prodded at him several times, but Sam hadn't opened up. Dean had finally decided that Sam would talk to him when he was ready. Dean is cleaning up the bar when Sam steps in. He can tell by the look on his brother's face and his body language that something is up. He reaches behind the bar, grabs a couple of cold beers, pops the tops on them, and pushes one toward Sam. "Dude, you do realize we're in Heaven and ninety percent of your problems can be thought away."

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[dudeimbatman]

Rather than answer, Dean grunts and gets his whiskey. "Bitch, you don't have to ease into tell me and I'd be pissed if you lied to me. Like I wouldn't notice when you didn't show up one day," he glares at Sam. "Major head trauma might bring your memories back. You don't know." He takes a sip of his whiskey and manages to look surprise. "Me? I'm a teddybear."

Dean nods a little. "Just...keep me updated. I don't want to be surprised you're gone one day."

[weirddreams]

"Have you met you?" There are some words he'd instantly regret saying and these ones only partially make him regret it. "Listen, I was never not going to tell you. But if you told me the same thing, I'd probably want to sit down and have a drink before I even knew what you wanted to talk about too. Come on, Dean, you don't really think I'd just vanish without a word one day. Honestly, I was kind of hoping for your...blessing." With a sarcastic tone to Dean's idea of how to help him regain his memories should he come back without them, "That sounds great. More than likely I'll become a vegetable." He has nothing to add about Dean claiming to be a teddy bear other than trying not to react beyond his standard 'uh huh' skepticism.

"Cas should have word any day now." He's still hoping Ruby will come around on her own without undue influence.