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Chapter two
Sam gasps as he sees his brother's familiar green eyes change into two soulless black orbs.
"Get the fuck out of my brother." Sam growled.
"Sam, you don't understand. It's me, Dean." Dean tries to get his brother to stop but there is no use.
Sam has begun the exorcism. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas…."
"It's not going to work, Sam." Dean says and resists the urge to roll his eyes at his stubborn brother.
Sam finishes the exorcism with, "Omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica." But nothing happens and Dean's eyes are still black.
"Told you, Sammy." Dean smirks.
Sam's eyes widen. "Dean?"
"It's me, it's really me." Dean replies.
Dean expects a ton of questions or silence or anything except what he gets as a response from Sam. A fist colliding with his jaw is none of the things he expects from his little brother.
"What the fuck, man?" Dean snaps, rubbing his jaw.
"Do you even know what you have done?" Sam sighs. "I swear it's like you have no self-preservation."
"Hey, it's not like I knew this was going to happen." Dean argues. "It's Metatron who's at fault."
"Yeah and remind me, Dean, whose idea was it to go by himself? By knocking me out, thanks for that by the way."
"Alright, alright, you got a point." Dean grunts. "Bitch."
"Jerk." Sam retorts.
"So what are we going to do?"
"Who do we know that has always been willing to help us and probably knows a lot about this?"
"Cas." The brothers said at the same time.
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