Dude, I'm batman

That makes you Lois Lane.

[Dean whips around confused, poised to yell Cas' name. It quickly becomes evident that this isn't Cas' fault. Dean's expression sets solidly to bitch face as he reaches out to put a hand on Sam's shoulder and assure himself his brother is there.]

Sammy, you good?

[Sam jumps a little at the touch, if only because they are suddenly not where they should be.]

I'm good, but. I mean, are we--? Is this the City?

[Dean glances furtively around, twisting to one side and then the other, unwilling to move too far away from Sam.]

Cas? You still here?

[And in glorious, wonderful, City tradition, Dean is promptly, absolutely, defintiely, immediately cursed]

Guess that's my weakness. Loyalty. I know there's damn good evidence that Cas has gone dark side and...he wouldn't do that to me but I gotta say, there's this itch I can't scratch. Like I know I'm being manipulated. Like every damn time some friggin' demon and dick angel uses Sam to get me to play their games.

It's there and I don't want it to be. Cas is our friend. He's saved our asses time and again. He's the only friggin' angel that hasn't betrayed us. He deserves our loyalty.

[He sounds a little like he's trying to convince himself. And Sam's standing there, just staring at him for the entirety of his rant, mostly because he knows otherwise, but also because--.]

Dude. Are you cursed already?

[ooc: Dean and Sam have been out of the City for nearly a week for canon update. They are now updated to 6X20 The Man Who Would Be King during the conversation with Bobby about Superman going darkside and kyrptonite. The violent pink is Sam because Dean is awesome that way]

[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.]