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ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] ganking) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2015-06-04 09:36 pm

( open ) how dare we sit quietly

Who: dean winchester and you!
Where: various locations
When: open portion is on june 4th
Rating: rating may vary depending on thread
Summary: dean has finally ditched his room for some much needed air
The Story:

I) AFTERNOON IN THE LIBRARY ;

[ dean knows any chances he might have of ridding himself of the mark will start with the library located in wonderland. it’s the only place right now, the only thing that might offer even a glimpse of an answer to his predicament. the incredible amount of books which cover many topics from worlds all over should offer something, yet dean knows this might all be fruitless in the end.

but he has to try, and it’s what finds him there in the afternoon, nestled away into a corner with an impressive pile of books laid out before him, some spread open while others still remain in stacks. what’s more, so far, he’s been fairly lucky in avoiding familiar faces— all of which has been helped by the very obvious aura of stay the hell away radiating off him. this is something he can do alone, something he won’t drag anyone else into.

hell, it’s not like he has any right to ask for help anymore.

sometime later, he’ll slam his current books shut, and sigh in frustration while rubbing a tired hand over an even more tired face. circles around his eyes and new lines sketched into what someone might have once considered handsome features, dean finally drags himself up from his seat, and gathers few of the still untouched books with him.

whatever research he has left from today can be done in his room. ]




II) EVENING ON THE ROOF ;

[ the sound of shattering glass welcomes those who have decided to venture up to the roof once night sets in wonderland. it’s a few hours into darkness, and dean’s decided that the seclusion of the roof is much more welcome than that of his own room.

that, and dean would argue he’s not entirely isolated anymore, not when scattered around him are various empty beer bottles, some spilled over, others still untouched. one dangles from his finger tips, hovers just over the edge of the roof from where he stands near the drop…

and it falls. ]


…Whoops.

[ the sound is distant but obvious as the bottle breaks on impact with the ground. it falls to the side of the building, into a pile of broken shards which have piled from the unlucky bottles before it. no one has passed by since he started, but chances of one still hitting someone exist… here’s to hoping none will— dean would hate to have yet another death on his hands.

of course, the demon-him would have made murder with a beer bottle a whole lot more extravagant than simply dropping one on a victim. dean shudders to think about it.

eventually, with those thoughts in mind and the mark aching on his arm, he’ll step away from the edge, turn back to one of the fresher bottles and uncap it with practiced hands. looks like it’ll be a long night. but then, it’s not like he can really sleep anymore. ]

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