† ELEVEN [voice]

[upstairsbrain]

D'you ever wonder about... memories? [ He sounds tired, likely purposefully vague. Distant. ] When we go home, we don't remember being here at all. But, are the memories gone, or are they locked away? Sort of... latent, itching to be remembered?

[ Itching. And the memories of being without his soul are still barred, but he's been having little flashes of... something. They're painful, and have been getting worse as they become more frequent.

Then, in a mutter: ] Maybe we shouldn't know. Could be dangerous.

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[mulletrock]

Not like we have a choice.

[Dean wasn't gonna cave and admit he wanted to remember his relationship with his parents or the shit that happened with Jo. He didn't get tied up in the what-ifs it was one of his personal rules.]

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[upstairsbrain]

We could, maybe. [ Maybe, he thinks, if he could access his memories from being without his soul, that'd be the key to accessing their memories of the Port back home. ] I'm looking into it.

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[mulletrock]

No, Sam.

[The last thing they need is him getting hurt for tampering with this memory crap.]

Don't screw with what you don't understand.

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[upstairsbrain]

[ There's a quick, but terse pause. ]

Don't worry about it, okay? I'll be fine.

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[mulletrock]

Don't tell me not to worry about it, Sam.

[Dean's immediately on edge. He knows what that means when it comes out of his little brother's mouth. It means screw what you say I'll do it my way. Sometimes it didn't get them into trouble but most of the time it did.]

I just got you back. Why don't you take a chill pill and accept the hand your dealt?

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[upstairsbrain]

I can't just accept that I went darkside for that long, took you out, and messed with everyone else. [ He's just as firm about this as Dean is, though of course, they're on opposing sides of the argument. ] Don't ask me to do that. It might not've been me, but it's still my responsibility.