Dean gets out of the van and opens the sliding door. Climbs in back and takes a seat next to Sam, squinting at him in the dim van light.
"Alright. Lemme see your arm."
First things first, just to make sure that Lucifer isn't pulling some kind of stunt that Dean's going to buy into. He doesn't wait for Sam to respond. Takes his wrist, firmly, and pushes his jacket up to expose his arm. He pulls out a silver knife and uses it to slice the skin. Putting that away, he then uses the holy water he keeps under the driver's seat.
And of course, nothing happens. Dean didn't figure it would — Lucifer bringing Sam back makes sense, if he's been coveting Sam's body for years.
He reaches to the side, where the resources are packed, and rummages through the bags until he gets the first aid supplies out. He takes out two pain pills and holds them out to Sam.
"Take these."
They help Cas. Might help Sam get his shit together. Or at least shut him up until he's able to process what's going on.
Then maybe Dean'll have two junkies being a pain in his ass.
He then takes out a bandage for the wound he just created.
Motions — that's all they are. Dean is going through the motions established long ago: checking for humanity, tending wounds, being a hunter. That's about the extent of what he can do. He feels emotionally burnt out, like there's nothing left for him to use in reacting to the fact that Sam is still here.
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Dean gets out of the van and opens the sliding door. Climbs in back and takes a seat next to Sam, squinting at him in the dim van light.
"Alright. Lemme see your arm."
First things first, just to make sure that Lucifer isn't pulling some kind of stunt that Dean's going to buy into. He doesn't wait for Sam to respond. Takes his wrist, firmly, and pushes his jacket up to expose his arm. He pulls out a silver knife and uses it to slice the skin. Putting that away, he then uses the holy water he keeps under the driver's seat.
And of course, nothing happens. Dean didn't figure it would — Lucifer bringing Sam back makes sense, if he's been coveting Sam's body for years.
He reaches to the side, where the resources are packed, and rummages through the bags until he gets the first aid supplies out. He takes out two pain pills and holds them out to Sam.
"Take these."
They help Cas. Might help Sam get his shit together. Or at least shut him up until he's able to process what's going on.
Then maybe Dean'll have two junkies being a pain in his ass.
He then takes out a bandage for the wound he just created.
Motions — that's all they are. Dean is going through the motions established long ago: checking for humanity, tending wounds, being a hunter. That's about the extent of what he can do. He feels emotionally burnt out, like there's nothing left for him to use in reacting to the fact that Sam is still here.