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What did you do, Dean?

Something stupid, little brother.

We already established that stupidity long before now. Now what the hell did you do?

I tried to attack IT. Son of a bitch got pissed off..."taught" me a lesson.

Goddamn you, Dean. You really ARE stupid. How the fuck am I related to you again?!

Well, once upon a time Sammy boy. There was a man named John Winchester, who we called Dad, and this woman, Mary Winchester, who we called mom and they got together...

I'll be okay for the night. Gauze, first aid kit, and I got to get rid of the corpse IT left behind. All that good stuff.

Whatever, Dean. I can't believe you were so goddamn stupid. Doesn't matter though.

And like hell you will be you stupid idiot.

Damn. I feel the love. *motions with his hands between the both of them* Right there. Tons.

Stupid idiot. That your new pet name for me or somethin', Sammy? Cuz you've been calling me that a lot.

And I wouldn't have to call you that if you weren't working for the son of a bitch!

It's not like I want to, Samuel! Goddamn! I hate it! Working for the son of a bitch who killed our mom? You think I like it?

Yeah, actually, Dean, I do. Otherwise you wouldn't be doing it.

Otherwise I'd be dead, Sam. Dead. And you'd be alone with dad fighting the damn thing.

Whatever Dean. This is the last night you or dad will see me around anyways. I'm sick and tired of this shit and that stupid fucking bastard is being taken out.

Sam. Sammy. Don't.

You don't get a say in this, Dean. You stopped getting a say in it. I'm doing this. And you or anyone else isn't going to stop me. I'll make damn fucking sure of it.

I won't stop you. But I won't let you get hurt either, Sam. Kill the son of a bitch. Please. *doesn't usually say that...so it's just...weird*

You don't get it do you? You're not going to be there when I do this, Dean. No one is going to be. Besides... you and dad have been lacking in the whole paying attention to where Sam is lately anyways. So its a damn good possibility I'm already gone.

Don't give me that not paying attention to where is Sam crap, Sam. I haven't been traveling with either of you. I've been traveling with someone who uses me like a cheap whore at times. Or did we forget? I'm not going to be there. Fine. But I'll be there enough to make sure IT's distracted enough or whatnot.

No, you won't be. And, no, you don't travel with the fucker. Try again, Dean. You're not going to interfere. You've got no right to. You lost all rights to anything that would become a pretense to protecting me from anything.

Oi, yes it can! Mum taught me how.

*smirks* Really now? How?

Scourgify.

...What now?

Scourgify. I'm not that good at it, I... oh, you're a Muggle. Nevermind.

*brow quirks* Muggle? Scougify? How about clarify?

Muggle, non-magic folk... It's a spell, I'm not supposed to be telling you this.

Never heard the term Muggle used. Spell. I've done a couple spells here and there.

Oh, well, scourgify's a cleaning spell. Though Tergeo would also work I s'posse.

That's why I tend to wear dark clothes. ~~Ain't shit you can do about what's on your hands though.~~

Blood is like a badge of honour, unless it's yours.