thread; sam and dean WHO: Sam & Dean WHEN: Monday night (22nd)/Tuesday morning (23rd) WHERE: Their apartment WHAT: Soon after this log, Dean goes to talk to Sam about what the fuck to do with Lustiel. WARNING(S): Talk of possession. Swearing. Lots of swearing.
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Trashing his room only made him feel better about fifteen seconds.
This was what they got for feeling safe. Being here was supposed to save them from their own reality, not lock them into a box with it. There wasn't even a Heaven to banish Lucifer to if they got him out of Cas's body in the first place. But there was nothing he could do, so he threw anything that wasn't bolted down. By the time he was finished, his room (their room) looked like a tornado had ripped through it and he was left with nothing but a rolling sickness in his stomach.
Dean had cried. He'd barely noticed until he stopped moving, but it meant that on top of everything, his face hurt. Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, he eventually picked himself up. There had to be something to do. Sam would have an easier time thinking this out without losing it. Maybe.
Heading to Sam's room, he pounded on the door with no regard for who might have been sleeping. "Sammy? We gotta talk."