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[dontforgetpie]

[It looks kind of like Dean's got his device propped up on some kind of table or something and he's sitting on a chair in front of it, leaning forward, arms braced on his legs. In the background there's a pale green curtain and there's the constant beeping of medical monitoring equipment.

Dean sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. Honestly, he looks kind of like Hell, but there's a reason for that.] I need a healer. Maybe more than one. My brother - Sam's dying and I don't know if the nanites can heal him fast enough. I know a few people offered to help out when he first got here. We're at the hospital in Heropa.

[There's a pause and he looks like he's going to say something else, but he reaches out and cuts the feed instead.]

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[dontforgetpie]

[There's no way Dean would beat Lucifer in any kind of flying race. He knew it. Lucifer's knew it. But he couldn't just roll over and give up Sam either. He'd die before he let that happen.] You go anywhere near him and I swear I'll make what happened last time look like a walk in the park. There are worse places than Kansas, believe me.

[Every fiber of his being is screaming at him to get back to Sam, but there's nothing to stop this from turning into the competition that Lucifer had threatened if he did do that. No. He needed a way to put the Devil on lock down that wouldn't turn into the fight that it had last time. Dean's no good to Sam if he needs a healer, too.]

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[angelfire]

I love it when you use empty threats on me. It makes me feel tingly all over. Brr. [ He rubbed his arms like he was cold, which to be fair he was - not that he could feel it himself - then cocked his head to one side. ] The truth is if I wanted to go back and vanish Sammy away to some sequestered Hell dimension, I could have done it already. But I don't--I won't because I have plans. Wonderful plans, and they're no fun at all without the two of you going hell for leather trying to pick up the pieces.

So what I really want is for Sam to get well soon. I'd offer to help but, well, he's already said 'yes' to me once, and look how that turned out. And to think it'd be pie to patch up that mess.

But...Winchester's are too good for that. You'd rather he die. I respect that.