VALENTINE'S DAY CATCH ALL 12th-17th

[tom_hanniger]

Who: Anyone and everyone who wants to participate
Where: Literally every corner of the known universe
When: Again with the questions...
Rating: BIG BIG HORRIBLE WARNING LOTS OF DEATH AND FIGHTING AND GRAPHIC EVERYTHING I think you might need an adult...
Summary:

THIS IS A CATCH ALL LOG FOR THE DURATION OF THIS SITUATION

Here's what happens. If you want interaction with HARRY OR TOM, if you want to have a short thread with someone discovering a BODY or someone who is WOUNDED or generally just want some blood and guts it happens in here.

THAT BEING SAID if you want to write a log? Do it. I'm just trying to control the madness in one place...as if that might be easier to manage. It also means the community isn't TOO flooded with bodies and boxes of chocolate so those wanting to bypass this event will have less to look at.

IF YOU ARE A VICTIM, YOU MAY POST YOUR DEATH POST IN HERE
I mean, you can if you want but also feel free to make an independent post. Up to you.

Comment in with a header including date and place for whatever situation you're doing so we can just keep track. I'll do the same.

Questions, comments, plurk or aim or pm me. x

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Crowley's sticking tight to the walls and generally avoiding most people. He doesn't have time to get caught up in their nonsense between Blake and Jo and trying to figure out what, exactly, is causing this so that he can stop it when it's all over. He still has to go out, of course, because he has things to take care of, but he's doing his best to keep to himself. Maybe everyone will just assume he's dead and leave him alone until it's over.

That's when he comes upon the Moose. It's the very same Moose who is part of the dynamic duo that he's pretty sure are supposed to take Tom out so that Crowley can do his thing.

He sighs.

"What have you done now, Gigantor?"

Once he's confirmed that Sam is still breathing, he hoists him up like a delicate princess and proceeds towards the infirmary, thankful that he's at least got demonic strength on his side.

"You're lucky that you're my favorite Winchester right now."

He uses caution as he navigates the hallway, because the killer could still be lurking around and truth be told if he pops up, Crowley is dropping Sam and running like the wind.

[righteously]

It's been twenty minutes since he found Charlie's body. It took him some time to carry her, to swallow down the grief and convert it into anger, and he was half way through loading up the arsenal when a thought occured to him.

Charlie was a message, a message intended for him. If someone's out to peg his weak spots, if someone's after the people that impact him the most, that means-

"...Sam." It's out of his mouth, murmured, stunned, and he can't believe it didn't hit him immediately, didn't hit him sooner.

As soon as it does, he's slamming the door behind him and tearing down the hall toward Sam's room. He pounds, but there's no answer. He calls, bites out a frustrated curse when it goes to voice mail, and moves down the stairs like a man possessed.

Like foreshadowing, like a horror movie, he finds a trail of blood clinging to the railing, to the floors, and he knows. The doors to the stairwell bang open in a fury, and there a few yards away is Crowley, short, stubby Crowley carrying the slumped and lifeless form of his brother in a sight that would be comical except that it's fucking not.

The hall is a blur, he doesn't remember moving, he's just there instantly, gripping Crowley by the shoulder and fumbling to relieve him of the burden that is Sam's enormous weight.

"Sam- what did you do?" He snarls at Crowley, glancing up from his fervent searching of the younger's face only long enough to bite out the accusation.

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Oh, great. This is exactly what Crowley needs. A snarling idiot Winchester in his face. As if there isn't enough going wrong right now. He doesn't let go of Sam, though, because really which of them is going to have an easier time carrying an eight foot tall man here?

"I didn't do anything! I found him like this." The exasperation and annoyance ring clear in his voice. "He's still alive, but if you'd like to fix that then by all means keep shaking him while he bleeds out."

There are a great many people he's willing to sugarcoat his words for here, but Dean's not one of them--certainly not when he's getting yelled at and attacked for actually being helpful. Honestly, if he ever finds Dean in this state, he's got half a mind to just leave him there to die.

"Do you want to help me get him to the infirmary or did you want to hurl a few more accusations at me first?"

He's got nothing to feel sorry for here and Dean's acting like a petulant child. Crowley has no reason not to treat him like one.