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Who: Isaac & You!
Where: Mostly the jail but he'll also be outside at some point.
When: Zombie Event!
Rating: R; Violence, mutilation, cursing, death, mentions of abuse.
Summary: Catch-all for the event, we do not need prior plans if you want to tag in, just try to be mindful of current plans please and thank you!
The Story:

[ There will be day summaries in top comments in here, try to find the one that best fits what you want to do if you haven't plotted with me! Please and thank you <3 Bless bless. For those of you I have plotted with I'm gonna do Starters in the proper days.

The first day is going to go by a little bit better than the days afterwards, after day one is when it's gonna get pretty gruesome and also Isaac's mental stability is quickly going to be deteriorating until the final day when he gets bit. ]

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Location: Allison's Room
Post event, Isaac had to have Allison and Derek hack off his arm to prevent full infection after getting bitten. Managing to just barely make it through day four from blood loss and spread of infections due to the poor conditions the amputation was carried out in. He was in and out of consciousness until his powers are returned to him.

[ When the teenager wakes, it's not pleasant - he didn't die, which he's not sure is a good thing or not. It starts as a wet cough, and then more coughing until he feels so dizzy he's not sure he can breathe. It's probably what Scott had felt like when he died. Eyes open wide, the ochre yellow that signifies a loyal kindhearted beta, as pain floods through him. He notices Allison's presence and the fact that the surroundings have changed from the dingy jail and cellblocks to her room Both of those things he cannot even get his brain to comment on however, his body is too busy jerking with each cough as his body tries to expel the infections.

Lips become stained black with each cough and eventually he has to curl over the side of the bed so he can cough more of the black ooze of infection out of his lungs. He can feel it dripping from his nose, his lips, the arm they'd severed. It's not a pleasant experience, especially since the healing mechanism hasn't even kicked in yet, too busy flushing his body of foreign contaminants. He feels hands on him, Allison's, and he can hear her voice, it sounds panicked - scare but he can't say anything, all he can do is cough and gasp between coughs, head feeling heavy from the lack of oxygen he's actually getting in between coughs and gags.

She'd stayed by his side, and that's probably something he'll comment on later, but for now, he's trying not to focus on how every racking cough brought even more pain from the severed limb and how he can't breathe - he can't breathe and it's the most terrifying experience alongside being bitten by a zombie and having a chunk of him ripped out then having to amputate his arm.

When the worse of the coughing is over he sucks in a breath, greedy for air, as if there isn't enough oxygen in the room to fill his lungs again only to cause him to cough more - not as bad, not the same choking and almost airless ones as before, but his body is still fighting it off, still cleaning itself. He can hear his name, Allison's trying to talk to him, and the scent of worry and anxiety is thick in the air, but instead of answering her, he rasps out something else entirely. ] I need to - pray. [ At the time it may sound hopeless, like he's giving up, praying for forgiveness or something else that someone far more religious than Isaac may say. But then he grits out more words. ] Castiel. [ The name sounds desperate on his tongue and he knows the angel doesn't owe him anything, hell, he doesn't know if Castiel can even do anything, he's going off what he'd read in the books he'd snatched from Derek's room and what he's heard. They'd talked, Isaac considered it friendly, and the angel had tried to help him before when he'd first come to Wonderhell. He's not completely sure if he can come back from a state so close to death. He's still so tired. ]

Please, I need your help. [ Maybe it's a lot to ask, Isaac isn't sure. But he knows if Castiel needed his help, he'd sure as hell aid him without a second thought - it's probably Scott's morals kicking in and the fact that the Angel had shown him kindness when he owed him nothing. ]

[One time had been enough. Those mines had been a nightmare all on their own, a gauntlet of misery that lasted far too long, his powers stripped and monsters out for his blood. To more or less have a repeat of that had almost been too much for Castiel's nerves, especially with the undead running around.

He'd managed, though. Maybe he has the Winchesters to thank for that, since they've definitely taught him a thing or two over the years. Once he'd found a shotgun, it had been an "aim for the head and run" strategy. Hardly his most shining moments, but the fact that he got through it without being bitten is reason enough to be grateful.

Now Castiel's powers are back in place and he's relishing in that fact. At least, he is up until a prayer comes through.

It happens frequently enough here, although most of the time the prayers aren't specific to him. They're random requests, usually not worth responding to, but this time he's being addressed.

Castiel hasn't had much interaction with the werewolves here, but after hearing from Dean about Remus and all the effort made to keep the rest of Wonderland safe from him, Castiel has to wonder if he should double his efforts with the others that he's aware of. When Isaac's words come through (and isn't that strange, that a monster can pray?), Castiel doesn't hesitate to fly to his location.

The amount of blood, blackened and sickening, is the first thing he notices. The second is the loss of Isaac's limb, and the third is... Allison. She's the most unexpected thing about this. For the moment Castiel says nothing, looking instead to Allison for some kind of explanation, though it's obvious enough what happened here.]

[ allison is pretty sure that the moment when she opened her eyes (she hadn't even noticed she'd been sleeping, had fallen asleep in the first place) it was back to her own room. it was like a light in the clouds, the other end of the tunnel. this was her room with the right furniture and clothes and things and maybe, just maybe-

but then she hears the cough, and when she turns to find isaac she sees that they're not quite through with it. each cough he makes racks through his whole body, shakes the bed, and when she starts seeing black seeping out from his lips, she panics. she looks around for derek because derek should know what this is, or how to fix it, because isaac should be a werewolf and he should be be able to heal. but derek's not there, and allison doesn't even consider leaving to find him, instead stepping close to where isaac's tipped himself over the side of the bed to help get whatever it is in his chest out. her hands reach out and rub at his back, and she starts talking to him even though she's still so exhausted, so freaked out, that she's not even sure what she's saying. ]

Isaac- Isaac, breathe. It's going to be okay, just-

[ she bites her lip after a moment, resigning herself to just rubbing his back, waiting for hi to push through it - because he will push through it. they got through the event, so he's going to be okay. they're all going to be okay. she's so sure of this that when isaac leans back onto the bed, gasping for air, she actually manages a smile. it's pained and tired and everything that allison is (which happens to be still covered in grime and dirt and everything else) but it's there.

she talks to him, but she's not sure what. a lot of his name, a lot of we survived, it's okay as she reaches up to tuck some of the damp curls off his forehead. allison freezes when isaac speaks, though. i need to pray and she looks down at him, eyes wide because no, no no no isaac is not dying he can't since when did isaac pray? and when she hears the name castiel, she freezes. wait. wait. why is he-

and then he's there, and allison can't help that her nerves are still on edge from the event. that at the sudden appearance of castiel she jumps back, startled more than anything - not that she has much color to drain from her face. for just a moment, she stays frozen to that spot, watching castiel for some kind of explanation in much of the same way he's looking at her. but it's only for that moment. ]

Castiel... [ allison's voice is rough from use and dehydration, but determined. confused. she still finds herself standing a little protectively between isaac and cas, for no real reason other than instinct. habit. ] Can you help him?

Edited 2013-11-30 01:14 (UTC)

[ When Castiel shows up, Isaac doesn't need to open his now closed eyes to hear his arrival or to smell it. The scent of sterility and ozone now familiar to him. It's actually a bit calming, the scent is strong enough to overpower the smell of blood - his blood, putrid with infection. He's surprised the angel shows up and he's thankful. But he's tired, and his body is trying so hard to push the infections that had been so close to taking his life out. He stays there for a moment, not even opening his eyes to see what was going on, before he starts coughing again. Lying on his back isn't keeping his lungs clear and he figures that out the hard way.

When the coughing does begin full on again he opens his eyes to look up to Castiel, Allison's own words a question he has. Can you? Will you? He hasn't given the angel a reason not to - he hasn't hurt anyone, and even if he isn't human, it isn't like Castiel is either. How does the fact that he is a werewolf matter? From what he's read, angels can and have done a lot more harm than he has. Derek had mentioned the Faoladh. He'd said that they were predators but that doesn't mean they were killers, that it doesn't mean they have to hurt people. In the end Isaac can't see how the fact that he's a werewolf, what most would call a monster, would deem him unworthy of help.

The urge to reach out for Allison's hand is pushed to the back of his mind as he leans himself back over the edge of the bed, looking at the black stained floor in an attempt to keep from choking. It feels like a stretch in all honesty, asking what is basically a stranger for help. If he dies he'll come back - he knows that. He's seen it happen, seen Scott die, seen Allison die... Derek. He's seen it but he's never died, not here. His heart had stopped back home, back with that girl had to save him.

Hell, he isn't certain he will definitely die, maybe if he just lets the tiredness overcome him, he'll wake up healed. Despite his body feeling overwhelmed and worn too thin, maybe it will be able to push all the infection out, to heal. He hasn't had a chance to ask Derek if limbs can indeed regenerate, it's never even occurred to him that it would be a question he'd need to ask. Allison keeps herself between them, and it's the protectiveness of a pack member that he's familiar with - it's a touching gesture but Isaac's certain if Castiel wanted to hurt them, he could easily do it.

But why would he? Why would he come to pleas of help only to hurt those in need? Call him naïve, but it seems counterproductive. But he stays silent, listening. ]

[Castiel doesn't receive much of an explanation in the end. Allison's too shaken, her face drained of blood and her body trembling from nerves. She's filthy, almost as stained in blood and grime as Isaac is, and Castiel's going to have to address the fact that they know each other later.

Allison told him she was a hunter. Isaac's a werewolf. Something strange is going on here, but the questions will have to wait until Isaac's stable.

Castiel does what he can to be careful and slow in his movements as he approaches Isaac's form, moving around Allison and then reaching out to turn Isaac onto his side. He uses that moment of contact to sense the poison in Isaac's system. It's clearly not the same as what he was plagued with when he first arrived here. If anything, it's worse, and all the black blood brings back terrible memories.

Still, Castiel should be able to purge him of the poison, clean him out and sanctify his blood. As for the arm, well... he hasn't had to regrow a limb in some time, but Castiel rebuilt Dean's entire body once. He's definitely capable of this.]

Step back. [The words are meant for Allison as he positions himself right at Isaac's side. For a moment he pauses, wondering why he would heal a werewolf, but Isaac's death would mean nothing here. And if he doesn't die from the poison, it might turn him into something, it might make him rabid. Better to avoid any other complications, especially after the event they just endured.

Castiel sets his hand at the stump that's Isaac's shoulder and closes his eyes, working on burning all the poison out of his body first. Next is the arm, which he has to slowly rebuild from scratch. Tendrils of light work their way from the stump down into the shape of limb, forming slowly into fat and tendons and skin.

It's a long process, but once it's done Castiel removes his hand and steps back, reaching out to brace himself against the wall. Doing such precise, complicated work is enough to disorient him for a moment, though he'll recover soon enough.]

[ allison's attention is brought back to isaac when he starts coughing, her immediate reaction something of a habit at this point while her hand slides to his back, rubs as she mutters something, anything, through the fit. she's almost shaking as much as he is when he finishes, almost forgetting about castiel in that moment. at least until the angel speaks again, and suddenly he's right next to her, and while allison's instincts are screaming at her to react, to take him out because he's too close to isaac, she swallows them back.

she doesn't want to step back, she doesn't want to be any further away from isaac than she has to, but there's a tone to castiel's voice that gives her hope that he can help, and that's enough for her. for now, at least, while she's strung out and exhausted and can only manage to think as much as help isaac make it stop hurting for him. castiel tells her to step back, and she hesitates, pulling her hand away but not necessarily moving. only for a moment or two, long enough that she sees his hand stretch out to isaac's shoulder, long enough that she's confident (enough) that he's going to at least try, and that's when she takes the step back. one, and then another, right as she starts to see the glow.

and then the light is bright, brighter than she expected, and she ends up turning away for a moment before realizing she shouldn't, and turning back. she watches the bright lights work down isaac's arm, rebuilding it, and her eyes remain wide. amazed. she never...imagined. allison's not sure she breathes through the duration of it, and if she doesn't it's shallow, silent. like she's afraid a single breath will throw castiel off and ruin his work, hurt isaac. it's not until castiel takes his hand away and steps back, reaches for the wall, that allison steps forward again. blood and grime and dirt cover her from hand to foot, but she reaches out for castiel's back anyway, as if to try and steady him. just long enough to get out a : ] Castiel, are you okay? [ before her eyes turn back to isaac, and her hand drops away from the angel as she moves back to him. ]

Isaac? Isaac, can you hear me? [ her hand moves out to tuck the curls on his forehead off to the side, her hands shaking a bit in fear of touching him anywhere else. she doesn't want to look at the new arm, doesn't want to see it and think it strange, or different, because it's good. ]

Edited 2013-12-03 18:03 (UTC)

[ The curly haired teenager can feel his heart jump into his throat when Castiel places a hand on him. Derek had said smiting was a thing Angels do, and that sounds exactly like something he doesn't want to happen to him. Focusing on their words is a bit too much for him, especially when Castiel's scent of sterilization and ozone mixes with scent of rot, of blood, of decay and grime that cover him and Allison. It's a literal godsend, and he doesn't hesitate to breathe it in this time, trying to use it to mask the other scent, get it out of his nostrils, out of his memory. It is by far the weirdest experience he's had aside from the bite and the way his body healed after his dad attacked him.

Allison is there and he trusts her judgement, and Castiel had said he tries to help. So far everything the Angel had said, it's all been true. There's something about the other that makes him want to trust him. He can feel his body fighting less and less to repair itself, to fight off what it had been trying to purge. At first, it's a scary thought, but then it makes sense, Castiel is helping him like he'd implored. Isaac cannot help but be thankful for the clear lungs and the feeling that he'd been hit by a bus disappearing. Baby blues try to watch, they try to squint past the blinding light that Castiel seems to be controlling, but it's too bright for Isaac's eyes and in the end he deems that it is not worth it by pressing them shut completely.

The fact that Castiel tries to do more than he really is expected, than what most would do - Isaac respects that. He'd answered the prayer of a stranger asking for help. It's the same trait that Scott has that earned his trust. Doing the right thing and showing kindness is something Isaac respects beyond all else. He knows what it's like to be devoid of both of those things. He knows what it's like to be angry at the world and lack morals, to be ignored and hated. Years of his father looking at him like he was the biggest mistake in his life, beating him as if he could just get rid of him and make Isaac hate his existence so much he'd just stop.

Then there were the days at school when he'd go in with a black eye, a busted lip, anything to show what his father had done. There would be whispers, rude names, but no one really cared more than to call him a "freak." If it wasn't happening to them, if they weren't getting hurt, it was not their problem.

No one cared that the boy that would pick up pencils they dropped, or subtly make it so they could see the answers to the pop test in mathematics, or even the boy that tried to help whenever he could, no one cared that there would be long periods of time where he just wouldn't come to school. They wouldn't even care to think what if his dad had gone too far? What if it wasn't broken bones or fingernails broken, bloody and raw from trying to scratch his way out of a freezer his father decided to stuff him in keeping him from going to class. It'd made him spiteful, and wary to trust anyone but unlike Derek, he couldn't bring himself to focus on the hatred; in Isaac's opinion not everyone could be so uncaring.

When it's done, he registers Castiel moving away to brace himself, and Allison asks the question that he is questioning himself: Castiel, are you okay? His fingers twitch as he feels the new limb. Castiel hadn't just helped him heal, fight off what was threatening to take his life -- he'd given him his arm back. ]

Yeah. I can. [ Even if the words are a bit breathless, they're an answer to Allison's question, an answer that is punctuated by him pressing his hand over hers to nuzzle into it slightly. First he looks up at her trying to reinforce the idea that he's not going to die or become one of those things this is cut short by him turning his gaze to Castiel. What does one even begin to say? ] Thank you. [ #NailedIt. There's the odd wish that he could do more, offer something in return, but the only thing he's good at is taking pain and being overly protective. ]

[Allison actually takes a moment to ask after him before running to her friend, and it's small details like that which have caused Castiel to trust her more than he would most other people who he's only spoken to a handful of times. Even as his head swims, Castiel thinks to himself that if Allison trusts Isaac, then he must be the sort of werewolf that didn't ask for that curse.

That doesn't necessarily absolve him, not if he's used his fangs and claws to carry out harm, and that's something Castiel needs to get to the bottom of... but for right now, at least he's kept a teenage boy from dying. It's good. It's the sort of thing he's been yearning to do ever since he left Purgatory, and here in Wonderland he actually finds the opportunity from time to time.]

I'll be fine. [The words come out eventually, but his tongue feels heavy in his mouth.] Regrowing a limb is a draining process.

[An hour from now, he'll be back to normal. While the best thing for him would be to find a bed to pass out in until then, Castiel's not willing to flee the scene just yet. Instead, he finds a chair for himself and falls into it.]

Was that the virus? From the event? [It would make sense that it might have a different effect on werewolves. Castiel's willing to hear a response from either one of them, though he has no idea how much Allison knows. She might not even realize that her friend isn't human.]

[ she lets out a breathless sort of laugh when isaac responds to her, not strained, not in pain, just there. she can't help but smile, as he tilts his face into her hand, squeezes it gently with his. the relief is a little overwhelming, and she's overcome with this sudden urge to kiss him, but she's a little too lost and the presence of castiel and the fact they're still exhausted, still covered in the event and what was left of it, that she doesn't. is happy enough to just watch isaac - not dying, not in pain - for a moment or two. at least until his eyes shift over to the angel that helped him, helped them both.

i'll be fine and allison's attention is back over her shoulder, back to where she sees him leaning against that wall. she frowns a bit at his words, only because if something is draining for an angel she can't even begin to understand the power and the concentration needed. he finds a chair, and isaac thanks him, and allison just...watches. her fingers slide between isaac's as her hand leaves his face, holding his hand as she finds a spot to sit on his bedside. he doesn't know if isaac can sit up, doesn't know if she wants him to, but she wants to be close anyway.

she nods in answer to castiel, turning to look at isaac for a moment before she answers. ]

He got bit during the last day, on his arm- [ her throat tightens a little there, but she doesn't let it show on her face. nothing more than the slightest tension in her jaw. ] I cut off his arm thinking it's slow the process, but it wasn't clean. It could have been whatever was making everyone like that in the event, or just an infection.

[ you should have cleaned the wound, cleaned the blade, you should have done more but allison just takes a breath, resettles her calm expression. calm, but honest. open. thankful. ] Thank you, really.

[ Whether or not she wants him to sit up, he does anyway, pulling himself up, the whole time keeping a hold on her hand as if it's some sort of life support. There is no way he's going to be in her way if she wants to sit down and rest. He tugs her against his side as she sits next to him and only lets go of her hand so he can wrap the arm closest to her around her. He doesn't seem to be bothered by Castiel's presence and the public displays of affection, if anything, it seems like he's more comfortable with the angel's presence than most.

They'd literally been through hell that last event, he's not going to waste time being shy not to comfort Allison. He's tired, and that sure as shit is obvious, maybe he'd copy Castiel later, and just fall asleep in Allison's bed so she has a pile of werewolf in it. The attentive looks he gives her are languid - but he's still scanning for any injuries on her, anything bad, anything she might be hiding.

His free hand moves to grab hers again, attention on it instead of the conversation at had - not that he isn't listening. It's only when he hears her heart stutter that he looks up at her. ] You both saved my life. [ He leans against her a bit more and squeezes her hand as if to reassure her that it's okay. ] If there's - uh - anything I can do in return... [ This is aimed at Castiel, he has no intention of not returning the favour to Allison, it doesn't matter what he has to do. Sorry, Castiel, he's being a bit schmoopy and cuddly with his hunter.

Allison did what she had to, and he knows that it's enough to give them both nightmares for years. It makes him worry about her a bit - he hasn't been told about the darkness that surrounds her heart, permeates her soul from the sacrifice, every time he gets close to asking about the future, something happens, someone gets hurt or disappears. ] I'm never watching another zombie movie. [ It's a joke, he's trying to lighten the air, but in the end he just lowers his gaze to Castiel's shoes in thought. Castiel obviously survived the event, he wonders if all the other hunters did too... He likes quite a few of them. ]

[Even to someone as oblivious as Castiel, it may as well say in blinking lights over their heads that Isaac and Allison are more than friends. There's an intimacy in the way that they hold onto each other and reach out for one another's hands, and to stroke fingers through hair, and suddenly Castiel can't shake the feeling that he shouldn't be here at all. That he should leave them be.

Allison at least answers the question for him, explaining how Isaac had ended up losing his arm as well. It's hard to picture Allison hacking someone's arm off, but it would explain why she's covered in grime. Still, it's as he'd guessed -- she's made of stronger stuff, this human. And at such a young age, at that.

At the same time, it's the sort of thing that gives him a pang deep in his chest. Dean and Sam had been the same, trained from childhood to be able to do those sorts of things.]

From what I understand, once the infection has been transmitted there's no way of stopping it. [It had been a good idea to someone who didn't know better, but at least they have that knowledge now, for any possible next times.

As for Isaac's offer, Castiel only shakes his head. He can't think of anything he would need from a werewolf, nor had he been looking to get anything by showing up here today. Except for maybe some answers.]

[ allison follows the movements isaac prompts her with, sliding against him when he tugs and letting his arm settle around her. there's still a little of that tension, just a little of that awkwardness, because castiel is still there and allison isn't one hundred percent comfortable yet with the display of affection. and yet, she wouldn't even think of shifting away from him, letting him mold against her side as she squeezes his hand again when it finds her's. you both saved my life and allison's smile hangs on, despite the way her eyes move to the floor. it's still fresh in her memory, still imprinted into the back of her eyelids. she's not sure yet if it's something that'll go away now, or months from now, but she doesn't say anything about it.

there's a slight chuckle at the zombie movie comment, but then castiel is talking about the infection, and allison can feel that darkness in her chest reach out a little further. no way of stopping it, which meant that she put isaac in all that pain for nothing, means she is the reason he got bit and would have turned into a zombie and would have- no. no it's over now so it's not worth mulling over. instead, she just goes quiet for that moment or two, eyes still downcast when she speaks up again. ]

I guess we're lucky the event ended when it did. [ and it's a moment later that she does lift her head back up, seeing castiel shake his head, saying he doesn't need anything in return. ] Really, though, if you need anything. Whenever. If we can help you at all, just let us know?

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