and it's an even sum, it's a melody

[upstairsbrain]

Who: Soulless!Sam and Prue, then Soulless, Dean, John, and Mary.
When: January 23rd.
Where: Wherever Sam's hiding, and then at Mary's apartment.
Summary: Prue has suspicions about Sam. They're true, and his family knows it.
Warnings: Drama, potential for swearing and violence.

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[failedparenting]

[John's in the living room, watching shitty Canadian tv and pointedly being aggravated at Dean (he just couldn't listen to him about Jo, could he?). He doesn't think much of it when he gets up to answer the door, but when he hears Sammy and the door slam, he knows something's up.]

Dean?

[He gets up and turns, looking from Mary to Dean curiously.]

What's...

[mulletrock]

[Dean's already pouring whiskey into a red solo cup when his parents start in on their nosy nagging crap.

He doesn't know how to break it to them, how to tell them Sam was the guy that took him out in Old Town. He knew how his Dad would react, steely silence and the inevitable throw down. He wasn't sure about his Mom, he really didn't want to break her heart again. The death and avoidance had done enough damage.]

Not a snow ball's chance in hell, Sam.

[Sam. He doesn't even bother calling him Sammy. Dean holds up a palm to his Mom when she comes closer, glad for once that John's on his ass on the couch like a normal Dad.]

Look, he's not... normal. He's different, and we'd all be safer cuttin' him out for a while. At least until he gets sent back home for the turn over.

[upstairsbrain]

[ Don't bother calling him Sammy. He'd really hate it. ]

I'm just here to talk. [ Honestly, he's got no plans to kill you again. That'd be such a waste of ammo. ] And I'm not planning on going home for a turn over any time soon, so you might as well just talk to me.

[momchester]

[Mary looks from the door to Dean with worry.]

Dean, what's- what's going on? What do you mean, different?

[Sure, he'd been acting weird since Dean died, but that was normal in her experience. Winchester children under pressure retreat and hide; that's how it works. Sure, the first time that happened that Winchester had a breakdown and ran out into the darkness, and the second time it happened it turned out to be the product of a long-kept horrifying bloody secret- and that, in fact, was Sam. But as far as Mary knows, her boys hide and introvert when things get really intense.

It's only been a little worrying.

And yet- a little. That small seed of worry that always accompanies Sam now has been growing, since he doesn't return calls promptly (the way he used to even in the deepest darks of his blood addiction- maybe he acted strange but always, always he would return a call, for her. If only for her. So she's had reason lately to be concerned.]

[mulletrock]

[The last thing Dean wants is to spill the beans to his mom, not where Sam can hear. He doesn't want to face his brother, or what's left him. He doesn't want to see him unless it's his Sam. Sammy. The one he spent years on gigs with and stopped the apocalypse with.

He drops his voice really low and turns to face his Mom.]

He doesn't have his soul.

[He wants to leave it there but even he knows it's not enough of an explanation. Not when he's so hell bent on cutting him out like this.]

He's the one who wasted me in Frontier Land.

[failedparenting]

[John laughs, half from shock and half from.....well, he's nervous.]

No. You're wrong.

[There was always that cruel little nagging at the back of his mind, it was too clean and close, had to be a hunter but he brushed it away as his weapons grade paranoia. His little boy couldn't-

But Sam's been wrong for so long here, with the blood and the secrecy. It shouldn't be that big a leap.

That's the problem. It shouldn't be. ]

[upstairsbrain]

He's right. [ Yeah, he'll admit to it, there's no point, otherwise. They'll believe Dean sooner or later. ] And if you let me in, I'll explain why.

[ He's not afraid of them. Not of them alone, or together. Actually, it occurs to him that he could use John, since patricide had been the alleged way to keep his soul out of his body. ]

[momchester]

[In response to Dean, Mary immediately let out a yelp.]

What? No! No. Don't say things like that.

[She stares at Dean like he did something grievously wrong, not really catching on how inappropriate her reaction is, when Sam's voice crashes in with the reminder that yeah, she's gonna have to actually deal with this. It isn't a bad dream. She looks at the door, stress rising, and isn't sure what to say, but-

the door unlocks. If any of them try anything- the slightest thing- if Dean tries to hurt Sam, if Sam is really dangerous and pulls something, she'll make sure they can't.]