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How unfortunate.

Go to Hell.

[There's no frigging way that was sincere.]

I wasn't the one who sent your brother home.

But I'm willing to bet you're not exactly bent out of shape about it.

Mm, not really. We weren't exactly close.

Perhaps he's better off back home?

Oh yeah. He's really better off practically dead.

[Or dead. He has no freaking clue how Sam's going to get past the mess he was in when he'd been Ported in back home. Here they'd had the advantage of healers and nanites. Maybe if they were lucky, it would hold when Sam went back. But Dean wasn't holding his breath.]

Dead? I had no idea. I really should have kept better tabs on you boys.

[Idly, she wonders if Lucifer knew. Since he was apparently interested in Sam, according to Raina.]

What happened?

[Not that it's really any of her business what they've been up to. Dean's tempted to just tell her that, but it wasn't like Sam's arrival and then Dean's request for help weren't public on the network. Anybody who wanted to do a little digging could find them.]

Honestly? I don't have a damn clue and if you really want to talk about this, I'd rather not do it where anybody can listen in.

Pick a place. I'll come and meet you there.

[It wasn't her business but she didn't really care. If Bela could make it her business she was going to try her hardest to do so.]

I'll be on my best behaviour.

Fine. [He doesn't sound happy about it, but it shouldn't take too long to get this squared away and get back to his plans for the rest of the day - getting drunk off his ass.]

There's a cafe in De Chima. I'll send you the address and I'll meet you there whenever you get there. It'll take me about 5. [Actually, it would take him about 10 seconds. One of the benefits of having the ability to fly like an angel. But she didn't need to know that.]

(action fine?)

[Of course he wasn't going to be happy, but Bela is persistent. It would be better if he just gave in - which Dean did.]

I'll get there as soon as I can. I do have further to travel. Even with that in mind, I can send you a quick message to let you know when I'm nearly at the cafe.

[She's capable of courtesy on occasion.]

(action is perfect~)

[ He's feeling his own misery in regard to a recent disappearance, so he spares the time to offer his condolences. ] I'm sorry. Was this recent?

[Dean exhales before talking, dragging a hand down his face, even though Bruce can't actually see him.] Yeah. Just a few days ago. He wasn't even here that long this time.

So it feels like you were robbed.

But you protected him, didn't you? You have no reason to blame yourself for that.

Yeah. I did. And he's still gone.

You won't do anything stupid?

[Define "stupid"]

I'm fine, B.

You told me how important Sam is to you. And for future record, in case there was any doubt: I'm not stupid.

Is this the grief where you run away to Indiana and start a new life with a pretty woman, or the grief where you storm into my church and fill me with shotgun rounds.

I just need to know in advance, so that I'm prepared.

If you had anything to do with this. [Dean lets the threat hang, disconnecting and going to confront Lucifer in person. At least filling him with shotgun rounds would be cathartic.]

[Jo waits a few minutes before she responds, trying to decide exactly what to offer.]

...You want some beer?

Yeah. I have something I've got to take care of first. You got a place in mind?

I've got 18 beers in my mini-fridge. [It was one of her first purchases. She's not trusting her housemates with her alcohol or food.]

It's cheaper to drink at home anyway.

Alright. [She had a point, but there was something to be said about the certain atmosphere of bars that was appealing. Then again, Dean wasn't exactly looking to pick someone up. Especially if he's with Jo.]

I'll meet you at your place later?

[ In some ways he'd rather not leave the house, but he'd let Jo call the shots on this one if she was willing to share her booze.]

I'll be here.

[She almost hangs up but then takes a deep breath.]

Don't do anything too stupid, okay?

[Awww. It's almost like she's familiar with how idiotic Winchesters can be. But it's okay. He's just going to fight Lucifer for a bit. Everything's fine and dandy.

His mouth twists into a humorless smile that she can't see.]

I'll be fine, Jo. See you later.

[She's honestly not that sure about either of those facts but she just nods and sighs.]

Okay.

I can probably guess what you're gonna say, but if you need anything... [ It's left open ended; saying sorry doesn't mean much and he doesn't really know what else to offer, so. ]

A drink. [And company, but he's not going to out right ask for that from anyone.]

[ Dean you are the most obvious. ] Yeah, sure. You want to get out for awhile or should I bring over a six-pack?

[He is definitely not the most obvious. There's a pause, then:] You wanna come over?

I'll be there. Give me about ten- fifteen minutes?

Alright. I'll be here. You can let yourself in. [When Peter gets there, he'll be greeted by Cap and an Irish Wolfhound puppy at the door. Dean's in the kitchen, tending to a handful of injuries from his latest encounter with Lucifer, the most obvious of which is a nasty looking wound on his shoulder, just above his collar bone. It's still bleeding sluggishly through the gauze that Dean has pressed over it and there's a silver blade covered in his blood discarded on the kitchen table.

Still, he manages a weak smile. So much for getting cleaned up before company showed. At least it wasn't Jo or he'd really never hear the end of it..] Hey, Pete.

[ Peter takes care of some necessary business before heading over from his place. It only takes a minute or so to get there, quirking a brief eyebrow at the new puppy but not thinking too much of it. Granted, stepping over the little guy is almost akin to stepping over a grown dog, but- Peter makes his way inside only to end up staring at Dean with some mild, yet perturbed, concern. If he'd known he was being invited over for anything medical related, he'd actually have brought his kit.

But as it stands... ]

You know, I would've brought my bag. [ Sigh. Dean's gonna actually have to ask for help if he wants it, though it doesn't look like the bleeding's interested in stopping anytime soon. ] What happened this time?

[Except he hadn't been invited over for anything medical related. Dean totally had this and the nanites were slowing down the bleeding. Some. Enough that it was unlikely that his injuries would actually kill him. That was someone, right?]. Yeah. Well... I figured I'd be fine by the time you got here.

[Nevermind that he's obviously not. Cap had followed Peter into the kitchen and is standing at his side, giving Dean a look that's clearly judgemental while the pup flops down and tries to figure out if she can chew on Peter's shoe while it's still on his foot.

Dean huffs out a sigh at the question.] Lucifer. We don't exactly get along.

[He's not going to advertise that he went looking for trouble.] ...You mind taking a look at it? [Dean tries not to wince as he pulls the gauze away from the wound. Really, he should've had somebody look at it from the beginning. It wasn't exactly easy to treat his own shoulder.]

[ Of course he'd thought that. Which... was, alright, entirely valid. But maybe Dean should've told him to hold tight for an hour instead, all things considered. By then he'd have been all fine and dandy and Peter would have been none the wiser.

But instead, he glances down at the furry troops at his side, a slight twitch of a smile pulling into place as the puppy attempts to turn his boot into its newest rawhide. A cute image totally knocked down by the mention of Lucifer, Peter looking immediately back up. Just the name is enough to heave a sigh out of Peter but he has no place to judge and so he says nothing.

... Well, he would've said something but he wasn't given enough time, considering he nods about a second after Dean asks for help. ] Yeah, sure. Just- [ Wiggling his foot away from the puppy is a mistake that involves a lot of tumbling and tail wagging and Peter finally tears himself free and makes his way over, stopping to wash his hands off. ] Got anything besides gauze?

Uh. Yeah. [He glances down at the puppy.] Sorry about her. Cap. Why don't you guys go play in the other room.

[Cap gives Dean a long look before turning and nosing the puppy out of the room.]

Whatever's in there. [He gestures to a box sitting on the counter with a bottle of whiskey next to it that Dean had definitely not been using to disinfect his external injuries. There wasn't much he could do about the broken ribs aside from wait for them to heal. If Peter looks in the box he'll find a penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle, more gauze, bandages, tweezers, a few syringes in varying sizes, and some needles that attach to them.]

No, hey- she's fine. Don't worry about it.

[ But off the puppies go, and Peter just watches before turning to the so-called first aid kit. Peter snorts outright the second he sees the full extent of it, shaking his head as he carefully pokes around through their supplies... if you can even call them that. He isn't sure floss counts for absolutely anything, though he supposes it must have its uses somewhere. ] Next time i'm back at the hospital, i'll pick you guys up some actual supplies. Make sure you've got some things round that're actually useful.

You're lucky I don't even need these to be sterile.

[ Picking up one of the syringes along with a needle, he twists the top on and glances back to Dean, focusing on something else for a few seconds as he pumps his fingers in and out of a fist. ] That can't be all he did to you.

oh. that's ... im sorry dean

He's been here three times. Thought maybe this time he'd actually stay. You good?

thats rough. if tadashi were doing the same thing i think id lose my mind.

im fine yeah. better.

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