Oᴜᴛ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴғɪᴇʟᴅs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs ɢᴏᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ

[righteously]

Who: Dean & Sam Winchester.
When: Early December.
Where: Cadens; Winchester-Harvelle House → The Horizon.
What: An exercise in guided meditation.
Warnings: probably nonsense.

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[righteously]

( My, how the turn tables.

Which is to say, Dean can remember pretty clearly being on the opposite side of this exchange some three years ago. Two whole ass failed attempts, only made possible thanks to a little magic from a different guy named Sam. Bless him, Geralt sure did try to Goosfraba Dean over to the other side, but— he'd just rolled out of Purgatory. His attention span and his ability to let things go aren't great at the best of times, they certainly weren't up to snuff those first few weeks re-adapting to society outside of monster hell.

Now here he is, legs folded beneath him Yoga-style on the living room floor in front of Sam, hands on his knees, clearing his throat in a let's get down to business way. )

Alright, so- the first time's gonna be a little... weird. You come in kinda... blank slate, basically. For you, that's practically a vacation, so don't worry about it. We just gotta get you across the finish line, pop you back out, then you should be able to hop in easy peasy lemon squeezy.

( Even though for him it had been more... difficult difficult lemon difficult. Sam's built different. This is gonna be fine. )