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[Dean hesitates — thinking about how fucked up it is to hear Sam asking please in Lisa's voice like that. And since this is right on the heels of his encounter with the illusion of Azazel, Dean's feeling pretty on edge.

He lets out an audible breath and then moves back to the bed. He sets down the supplies and takes a seat. Doesn't bother saying anything this time, since Sam can't hear it anyway — just removes the cloth and gestures to his wound. By all means, even if he thinks it's stupid for either of them to put themselves through this.

The wound itself really isn't all that bad. He was stabbed with a throwing knife, but nothing pertinent was nicked in the process — it pretty much just needs to be closed up. He moves his arm so that it isn't in the way and Sam can get to work.

He glances at Lisa's — Sam's — face, then takes Sam's advice and directs his attention at the wall.]

[Sam winces and starts to thread needle, pressing it to skin and seeing if there's any change — nope, it's the usual reaction. A twitch, faint, controlled. He starts to carefully piece his brother together, fingers wetting a bit with blood. The illusion makes no move that Dean doesn't, but the face is all Gordon, all smug and satisfied by something.

"Stitching up your enemies? Only fair, after you popped my head off before I could properly get rid of you." Sam focuses on the stitches, but he listens, anyway. "Don't you get it, Sam? I know everything; heard about you whoring yourself out to some demon. Heard you got juiced up and turned into a hunter's wet dream." Gordon pauses and smiles a bit more broadly. "Devil wore you to the big dance. Too bad you have a crappy two-step."

Sam's jaw flexes a bit, but it smooths out once he's got a pace to his sewing.]

This event friggin' sucks.

[It's whispered low, annoyed, but he leaves it at that. Dean probably doesn't want to hear whoever he's looking like. Must be someone not so bad, though, if he agreed to stay in the room.]

[Though Dean keeps his attention directed at the wall, he's a little disturbed when Lisa — Sam — touches him, knowing that it isn't really her (it's his brother, and that's just weird), and after having resigned himself to never being near her again. He has to resist the desire to shift uncomfortably, and that's not even from feeling the sensation of the needle threading through his skin.

The comment helps a little, though. It's in Lisa's voice, which, as Sam surmises, Dean would prefer not to hear, but it isn't a very Lisa thing to say. That keeps him rooted in reality.]

Yeah.

[There's no point in saying anything more, though, since it'll all be lost on Sam, so Dean just stays still and lets him finish. The quicker they can part ways, the better — for both of them.]

["It's not so bad. At least we get to talk about how you're a psychopathic killer on the inside," Gordon continues, "That, or you're just incredibly deadly to stand around. How else do you kill your girlfriend, your father, your brother, all your friends -- just by existing? That's pretty bad, I got to say. And that thing where you left your brother to rot, whewwww. Man, I thought you gave me grief about my bloodsucking sister."

He gives pause, hand hovering over the nearly finished stitch job though his expression is neutral -- it's only a moment before he finishes it up, quiet and sure-handed. There. He clips the suture and wipes his hands, blood dried on them.]

Okay.

[That's all he offers, but he gets up, moves to pull a piece of paper out of his pocket to place it quietly on the first aid kit. It says, 'Saw you outside Sunday. You saw me as someone. Don't know who, though. Didn't make much sense out of it, don't think you heard me right. Just wanted to let you know so you didn't wonder.' He figured he could leave an explanation of that, since... well, it must've been weird and unnerving, not knowing who was listening.

Still wiping his hands, he goes to leave.

At least he got to help a little.]

[Dean notices the pause, but there's no point in saying anything about it. He risks another look at Sam's face — still Lisa, of course, and it's hard to tell what Sam is thinking when it's someone else he's seeing — but Sam goes back to work and then finishes.]

Thanks.

[Not that Sam will hear it. If this happens again, though, Dean isn't calling Sam back. Better to just suck it up and deal than put Sam through whatever it is he's being forced to listen to.

Dean takes up the note and reads it as Sam's leaving — and then looks back up, but Sam's already gone. Not that having a conversation about this would work, given what they're dealing with — and not that Dean wants to have a conversation about it, because that's just awkward. Of all people he could mistake for Benny, Sam was the worst, especially considering the conversation he had been trying to have.

He thinks about the things that Sam-as-Benny said to him, wondering if that actually came from Sam himself — but judging by the note, that's not the case.

Which means Dean can pretty much shelf this and he and Sam can just never bring it up again — leave the awkward situation behind them without drawing any more attention to it.]

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