mandalus :: the city of fates.

[The video flickers on and Dean, looking a little worse for wear with the split on the left of his lower lip, the cut above his right eye, and the bruises - not to mention the dirt - sits heavily down on the chair in his room in the Bunker, though only a few people would recognise it as that. He sighs, rubbing tiredly at his left eye, showing the dried blood all over his knuckles.]

In case anyone cared, I'm back. You can blame the Cult. [He frowns worriedly, glancing over the room towards his bed.] And just FYI, Sam's out for the count. Coma. If he's not awake in a week, then we can start worryin'. Dude probably needs the sleep, if I'm honest.

[Dean is having trouble keeping his eyes open but he shifts to sit up a little more in his chair.]

If anyone wants to know about what happened in the Underground, ask now, 'cause I'm gonna clean up and hit the hay soon, too.

[With that done, Dean gets up and, before he shuts off the video, there is a quick glimpse of Sam in his coma, just left on Dean's bed like he's sleeping. Dean'll sleep in the main room, maybe on a table.]