[In person]
[Dean had been pushed to limits even he didn't know he had. He was currently in the kitchen, running water into the sink. He watched the water as it flowed from the tap, trying not to think of much at all. In a day, he'd had to have a telepath dig through his head while dragging up pretty much the worst times of his life to save his basically comatose brother, and had been told by a demon that he was a demon.
Or, not actually a demon, but some freaky hybrid.
and that was on top of finding out that last time he'd been here, he'd been a vampire, and there were memories of events that he really didn't want to think about.
He reached out and turned off the tap, finishing the bottle of liquor that he'd started earlier. He dropped in the rosary.
Well, he couldn't very well just take this on the words of a demon now, could he?
He hesitated before plunging his hand into the water. The pain was immediate, the water bubbling and hissing from his contact with it. But he couldn't bring himself to remove his hand from the water, despite the ragged breaths he was drawing in the pain. He felt a little numb inside.
Screw it: He felt a lot numb inside.
save Sammy, or kill him. That had been one thing that he hadn't let himself remember in front of Charles. but he remembered the words now. and he could only think 'And what about me?'
He knew what had to be done, but he also knew from memories of last time that no-one here would do it. He pulled his arm from the water wondering what the hell he could do now.]
Or, not actually a demon, but some freaky hybrid.
and that was on top of finding out that last time he'd been here, he'd been a vampire, and there were memories of events that he really didn't want to think about.
He reached out and turned off the tap, finishing the bottle of liquor that he'd started earlier. He dropped in the rosary.
Well, he couldn't very well just take this on the words of a demon now, could he?
He hesitated before plunging his hand into the water. The pain was immediate, the water bubbling and hissing from his contact with it. But he couldn't bring himself to remove his hand from the water, despite the ragged breaths he was drawing in the pain. He felt a little numb inside.
Screw it: He felt a lot numb inside.
save Sammy, or kill him. That had been one thing that he hadn't let himself remember in front of Charles. but he remembered the words now. and he could only think 'And what about me?'
He knew what had to be done, but he also knew from memories of last time that no-one here would do it. He pulled his arm from the water wondering what the hell he could do now.]