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( closed ) see i was dead when i woke up this morning
Who: dean + sam + cas + jo + meg + crowley
Where: chapel-style piece of holy ground, within a room in the mansion
When: monday may 4th.
Rating: language! needles!! nsfw language!!! possible violence in dean's encounter with meg!!!!
Summary: it’s time to cure a demon.
The Story:
MEG + CROWLEY ;
JO ;
CASTIEL ;
SAM ;
Where: chapel-style piece of holy ground, within a room in the mansion
When: monday may 4th.
Rating: language! needles!! nsfw language!!! possible violence in dean's encounter with meg!!!!
Summary: it’s time to cure a demon.
The Story:
MEG + CROWLEY ;
[ she'd told him to meet her on the ninth floor, something about a hilarious new addition to the many public-like rooms of the mansion. with the latest event wrapped up and all those nice hot springs gone, dean is... bored. so bored. which means meg's message comes at the perfect time-- why not? what's the worst that could happen?
at best, he's about to have a good time with meg (again, thanks )... and at worst it's something stupid he wasted a couple of hours on. no big loss. if nothing else, maybe he'll get bored enough to kill someone unless this turns out to be amusing. the mark is starting to itch again, the hunger gnawing harder at the skin of his arm...
needless to say, it's not very comfortable.
rounding the corner at the end of floor nine's hallway, dean spots meg some ways down. no immediate threat is present, and he can't sense anyone else around, so for now he approaches her with that usual easy stroll of his. ]
This better be good.
JO ;
[ if nothing else, the entire operation is impressive.
whatever anger he might have felt towards meg and crowley is quickly replaced with jo as dean glares at her. it's the first time he's seen her since their run-in that one fateful evening, and this is not how he planned their reunion on going. not by a long shot. ]
Jo, lookin' as cute as ever. Though I did prefer the whole, uh, open neck wound thing better.
[ something about all that blood painting her shirt red had just seemed so fitting, and had worked well as a reminder of her gruesome fate back home. ask dean, and he finds the whole thing kinda poetic. of course, he doesn't really have time for pretty thoughts right now, not with the way he's tied to a chair in the middle of a demon trap.
damn.
what's worse, is the small bundle of objects to her right; a syringe, and multiple vials of what look like blood. maybe some holy water, too. dean's seen this scenario before of course, back home in the bunker when sam had first tried (and failed, mind you) to cure him.
humans never learn. ]
I'm gonna spoil the ending for you and tell you those-- [ he nods at the vials. ] --ain't gonna work.
[ he'll get free and snap her neck before she can do shit to him. ]
CASTIEL ;
Oh, boy…
[ it’s the first time — or is it? — that dean’s passed out during his curing process, but it’s not jo he finds when he comes to again. instead, he’s met with a familiar ugly trench coat and messy dark hair, all of which has dean huffing a strained laugh.
awesome, now he has to entertain a stuck up angel. ]
Do me a favor and lem'me go, Cas. I'll make it worth your while.
[ let him go and he'll only hurt you a little bit.
dean tugs at the restraints holding him to his chair feebly, finding his arm secured tight and sure, with no chances of breaking free. it doesn't help that his once demonic strength seems to be held back by something, too -- perhaps it's the devils' trap under his feet, or simply the cure itself -- leaving him to feel oddly sluggish. tired.
that, and his blade is long gone.
great. ]
SAM ;
[ it seems like whenever he passes out, another new face is there to greet him. gone is jo, gone is cas, leaving behind only dearest little brother. but unlike with the angel, dean can't find it in himself to laugh, not when he feels torn between throwing up and breaking his arms at a chance to get free...
head bobbing -- it feels so heavy now -- his voice is only a rough, fractured growl. ]
All you’re doing is killing me…
[ killing him with this fire in his veins, the acid that seems to burn everything within him with each new syringe that gets stuck into his arm. what's worse -- impossible, as it almost feels like -- is the sense of something squeezing his chest, that feeling of guilt which has begun to creep its way past the demonic wall.
effectively, he's starting to feel again, and that in itself is terrifying.
dean squeezes his eyes shut, as if it'll help, and forces himself to appear as nonchalant as ever. he looks sam squarely in the eye. ]
But lem'me guess, you wouldn't mind that.