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[ganking]

Who: dean + wirt + alex
Where: various locations
When: during the event
Rating: d for dean and his violence/language issues + anything gnome kid and tattoo guy might bring to the table
Summary: event shenanigans!!
The Story:

ALEX ; the roof

[ dean knows there’s something wrong with him, with his head. wonderland is fucking around with his memories again, twisting and turning them into something they’re not. what’s more, and perhaps somewhat more unsettling, are the gaps he finds every time he realises something doesn’t match up.

it means he must be missing memories in turn, along with having some that aren’t his— can’t be his. yet he has no actual answers, nothing to tell him if what he remembers is real or not, so he searches. it’s probably not the most effective way of handling the situation, but with sam and cas and god knows who else after his ass for all the recent murders dean’s had a hand in, he can’t take this to the network. so he searches the good old fashioned way; on foot and through interrogation.

so far? nothing.

dean goes through every floor, some proving to be a whole lot more dangerous than others, but eventually he makes it up to the 10th, and from there to the roof itself. what’s probably most surprising about it all is that the few people lingering about all have colorful wings, beautiful even. they seem to resemble something close to insects, but dean’s not here to collect bugs. no, he draws himself closer, his presence dark to anyone who might have the ability to decipher as much… there’s no real way for him to know if any of these people have anything for him, but no matter, dean has an easy way of getting answers. drawing the first blade, he approaches the closest person to him; the guy is very much shirtless, and has some interesting tattoo work going for him, but that’s not what dean’s here to admire. ]

You’re gonna answer some questions for me.

[ hi alex, have a very sharp, very ancient looking blade pointed at you. ]

WIRT ; near the library

[ his memories aren’t his own and dean is starting to feel unhinged. for one, something inside of him is at war, feelings and emotions bursting forth that he doesn’t remember from before, times with a mother he knows he shouldn’t have, yet remembers so well. and his dad, gone for entirely different reasons, unrelated to hunting, yet his mind desperately tries to fill in the gaps, to make sense of it all.

deeper inside, it unnerves him, sends the demonic thing his soul has twisted into overdrive. being fucked with has never sat well with dean, and now he barely has the patience for it, wonderland’s games tiring at best.

it’s the bright red hat that gives wirt away. dean’s fairly sure he’s never been one for halloween parties — intentions to give a cute girl a mix tape or not — so it has him coming to a halting stop just short of wirt when he spots the kid. he’s dressed up, and dean can’t quite place what it is about seeing him dressed up that triggers the anger inside of him, the gaps in his memories aching further as his mind works harder to correct what he’s supposed to remember and what not. yet all any of it does is leave him more confused, more unbalanced, and a heck of a lot more frustrated.

…and frustrated demons are never a good thing. his shout is aggressive, almost like a bark. ]

Hey— you!

[ see the angry grownup coming right for you, wirt? he doesn’t look happy or very friendly. ]

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[singloversing]

[It's been a long and confusing few days for Wirt, but he had mostly been minding his own business while he tried to sort himself out. He has...really vivid memories of a boyfriend he loved enough to propose to, a boy who died in his arms, and he's been unsure how to feel about that really. It's so strange to think about it now, since he can't imagine himself falling in love with another boy, but he remembers it too clearly for it to be false. But he also remembers liking girls and having crushes in the past, and none of those crushes were male.

Hm. Maybe this boy was just different? But if he was, why are his memories of just who he is so fuzzy? Part of him figures it must have been Funderberker - he's the only boy who stands out in Wirt's memories after all, but...he's not dead, is he?

Wirt feels like his head is in a fog, so he's head to the library to sort himself out. Or at least, that's what he had planned on doing.]

Huh?

[He turns around and oh dear god there is a full grown man running right at him. Wirt lets out a sharp gasp and does the only sensible thing he can think of. He turns and runs away as fast as he possibly can, his cape billowing out behind him.]

[ganking]

[ for fuck's sake.

maybe a different approach would have been smarter, but dean's in no mood to stop and think about his actions. instead, it takes little effort to catch up with the damn brat, who is running like he is indeed guilty, which makes it all the more seeming that he might know something about what dean remembers happening in his life, yet feels so oddly detached from.

just behind wirt, dean reaches for the cape-like cloth he wears, and yanks. ]

Stay still before I-- break your legs.

[ then no one will be doing any running. you don't want that right, wirt? ]

[singloversing]

[Wirt falls back and his the ground so hard that he can feel his head ringing for a moment. He groans, and then that angry face above him reminds him that oh, right, he's in imminent danger, and he pushes himself up in a desperate attempt to try and squirm away.]

Wh-What? Why would you-- why would you want to break my legs? I don't even know you!

[WHAT THE HECK DID HE DO TO DESERVE ANY OF THIS?]

Whatever I did, I-I am so, so sorry, so please let me go. Please? Please?

[ganking]

[ your crime is existing right now, wirt.

dean watches the kid topple over like the frail little thing he is, not one bit of sympathy crossing his face. nor does he look like he's about to let him go anytime soon. ]

Shut up. [ and listen. ] I know you. I don't know why, or how-- but I do, and until I figure this mess out, you're not going anywhere.

[ cry and scream all you want, tbh. ]

Try to run and I'll break a whole lot more.

[singloversing]

[That time he does as told - he stills and shuts his mouth with just the tiniest whimper sneaking out. Maybe if he keeps quiet, this guy won't kill him. Or, maybe he'll at least be nice enough to kill him quickly instead of just snapping his legs and leaving him there to bleed to death.

...Then again, if he can sort this out quicker, then maybe this guy will let him go without hurting him at all. It's a struggle to make his voice work again.]

I-I...I really think I'd remember if I'd met you before. Y-You make one heck of a first impression, after all! [Because diplomacy is the art of saying "Nice doggy!" until you can find a rock run far, far away.] Are...are you sure you're not thinking of somebody else, maybe?

[Please, please, please be thinking of someone else.]

[ganking]

[ dean rounds on wirt, looking as if he's about to pounce over the slightest wrong word. ]

You sayin' I've made a mistake? [ does he fucking look like someone who makes mistakes? dean looks furious, though most of the anger is starting to turn inwards, the jumbled mess inside his head not clearing itself out, refusing to make sense. his mom had died-- but he knows she hadn't, he'd grown up with her, even though she'd basically forgotten about him the moment sam had been born. this isn't, he can't--

nothing really makes sense, and the demon inside of him is anything but happy at the onslaught of feelings. ]

Does the-- her name was Sara, does it mean anything to you?

[ it's random but she's important to him, even now, and he remembers his failed attempt with the mixed tape at the halloween party clearly. so maybe... ]

[singloversing]

[Wirt flinches, too scared to even bring his arms up over his head.]

N-No! No, not at all, I...wait, Sara?

[It's so jarringly weird that all the fear vanishes in an instant and he just looks up at Dean from where he is on the floor, with a look that's too confused by what's happening to be scared of it.]

I go to school with someone named Sara? She's in a few of my classes, but-- but what does that have to do with anything? Why would you know Sara?

[Why would Sara know this scary jerk who goes around threatening to break the legs of high school kids?!]

[ganking]

[ dean remembers liking her, despite how the night had ended. she'd been cute, very cute, and a part of him always wanted her to listen to that damn mix tape he'd made. if it was going down now, he'd freaking force her to listen to it, and god have mercy on anyone who would try to get in his way...

either way, dean squints at the brat who seems to have suddenly grown a backbone. ]

That's none of your damn business.

[ he snaps the words, only realizing a second later that it kind of is because he does seem to be connected to whatever's going on with his memories... ]

I went to a Halloween party and she was there. It was a while ago, but-- [ hrrrhg. ] I wanted to give her something.

[singloversing]

[Wirt very wisely keeps his mouth shut this time, but he can't help the face he makes at that. What would they have even been doing at the same party anyway? Dean's very noticeably an adult, so what would he be trying to give a high-school girl, at what's probably a high school party?

He's really creeped out, but...something about his story seems kind of familiar, so he carefully presses on.]

Uh. ...Okay? Um. What...what did you want to give her, exactly?

[He very quietly hopes the answer isn't broken legs, or whatever would be worse than that.]

[ganking]

[ dean's not digging that judgmental tone or look, wirt, but for now he stems the violent urges that come with it. now as for this whole... memory, he remembers it happening long ago, back when he was a high school kid, thanks. like he'd hang out with a bunch of brats otherwise.

but dean's in no mood to explain. ]

What the hell does that matter? You know her, right-- isn't that enough? [ doesn't that mean something in itself? why dig further into this crap than necessary.

another pause before he huffs again, forcing nonchalance into the words. ]

And I didn't end up giving her squat.

[ big bad demon can't talk about the mix tape he made. ]

[singloversing]

[Everything about this guy is incredibly confusing. There's something familiar about it, something he can't truly place but...he wants to ask why he didn't give her whatever it was. It's hard to imagine an adult being that anxious about something, and maybe that's what feels familiar about all of this, but...

...but, that's not the question that comes out of his mouth.]

Why are you telling me all of this? Wh-Why does it matter if I know her or not? What does that have to do with you not giving her something or...o-or with literally anything at all?

[Why was any of this worthy of knocking him down to the ground? ...That's about when he remembers that he just mouthed off to the guy who knocked him to the ground and looks appropriately terrified of the consequences of that outburst.]

...N-Not that I don't want to listen, of course.

[Oh no. He is so boned it is not even funny anymore.]

[ganking]

[ oh, you get the darkest look suddenly wirt, dean stepping closer like he really might break at least one leg. in fact, his hand shoots out, fingers wrapping into the cloth of wirt's shirt, and hauls him closer-- most likely high enough to leave the kid's feet dangling in the air.

enjoy that, and the all too sinister note in dean's voice. ]

If we don't figure this out and you end up bein' useless to me, you're gonna get to experience a death here in Wonderland. [ so ask him whether it's a smart idea to wanna listen or not, come on, punk.

anyway! he drops wirt. ]

I just freakin' know you're connected, alright? I just know it. [ it's a feeling in his gut, and if there's one thing dean knows not to do, it's to ignore whatever his insides might be telling him. ]

You never went to a Halloween party? What's with the getup then?

[singloversing]

[When he drops Wirt, Wirt falls right to the floor, too terrified to make his feet work correctly. This is it. He's going to die here. He's going to be murdered in old blood by some psychopathic creep who goes to teenager's Halloween parties.

This is seriously not ever how he imagined himself going out.]

G-getup? I...

[...That's when it finally dawns on him that he has absolutely no idea why he's wearing what he's wearing. He knows he turned up to Wonderland in it, and that's enough reason for him to keep wearing it (because what if Wonderland clothes don't come back with them? That would be horrifying!) but...he can't remember why he put it on in the first place. He doesn't normally dress like this.]

...Was it a Halloween party? [He doesn't sound sure at all, but then he recalls his encounter with Billy he gasps and finally hurries up to his feet.] ...Y-You! Are you the one who has my memories?

[ganking]

[ when he doesn't immediately get an answer, dean starts looking antsy. whatever crisis of conflicted memories wirt is trying to work through-- he doesn't care. all he wants is for all of this to just be back to normal already. he has people to torment, people to kill! no time to hang out with a weirdly shaped gnome-child.

it isn't until wirt mentions the possibility of the memories dean has being his own that-- oh.

it would make sense. in fact, it makes a hell of a lot of sense, the realization dawning on dean's face as he looks down at wirt. ]

How do I know-- how do I cram them back into you?

[ sorry wirt, he's right there in your face again, shaking you like a rag doll, expecting the answers to just drop out. ]

[singloversing]

[Wirt isn't exactly the strongest kid his age, and he's easy to shake around because of it. He's pretty sure he can feel his brain rattling against his skull.]

I-I-I don't know! Not by shaking me around!

[Not that there's anything he can really do about that exactly, other than endure it and hope Dean doesn't pitch him across the hall like a javelin.

However...it actually is helping a bit. Physical contact with the intent of returning memories is actually jogging his memory and making him remember that night, following Sara around and trying to give her...or trying to take something? He remembers fear and dread. It's enough to make him stop struggling for a moment. He goes still as he tries to recall.]

...Wh-What did you-- I mean, what was I trying to give her?

[ganking]

[ when wirt goes still dean realizes he's either broken something or the kid might actually end up being useful. so it ceases some then, as he listens to what the kid mumbles out about possibly being there and trying to give sara something--

except dean remembers being there and trying that himself, only to end up failing horribly and having sam step in.

or was it sam-- now that he thinks about it... ]

Mix tape-- a goddamn mix tape, alright? I-- you made it. For her.

[ like a fucking loser.

and boy does it feel good to think that, to realize it hadn't been him, that he hadn't been the massive nerd in all of this. ]

[singloversing]

Mix tape?

[And then all at once the memory comes flooding back, with all of the horrific embarrassment that accompanies it. His face reddens and he gasps before covering his face with his hands.]

O-O-Oh my god. That's right! I made her a mixtape! Oh no. Oh no no no, why did I do that?

[But that it not the question of someone who can't remember, but of someone who remembers it all too clearly and suddenly, as vivid as the night it happened. Panic sets in all over again.]

That tape had POETRY and CLARINET on it!

[ganking]

[ jesus fucking christ.

dean might be a demon of the worst kind, but even he doesn't want to watch this brat have a meltdown over some dumb mix tape-- one that doesn't embarrass him as much now that the memory is relocating itself back to wirt. it's not his to bear anymore thank god.

dean just... glances off down towards the hallway while wirt panics. ]

Yeah, that's real lame-- and a real shame you're gonna have to live with for the rest of your little life.

[ who the fuck even writes poetry anymore, or plays the goddamn clarinet. jesus. ]

Someone needs to teach you 'bout how to get game for real. Without mix tapes. [ not dean though, thanks. ]

[singloversing]

[He sighs, heavily. Now that he has this memory back, he remembers that this went horribly.]

Yeah...it's too late now. My love life is over. Somewhere right now, someone is digging it a grave and not a soul has turned up to mourn it. How pathetic - dead before it even had a chance in the world!

[S I G H.]

She found it and Jason Funderberker, ugh-! Don't even get me started about that guy! They're probably off listening to it and just laughing and laughing and laughing...

[As he thinks about it though...huh. What happened after that? He frowns a bit, realizing there's a gap there still.]

...U-Um. Do you...have any of my other memories, by any chance?

[He looks a little afraid to ask. He really, really, really doesn't want to get shaken again.]