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[needsahandjob]

[what with all the truth going on and the subconscious explorations you must all be really tired, right?  Perhaps there is sleeping in beds, perhaps there is sleeping in someone else's bed.

because you see, this is a bedninja post and maybe you are now in someone else's bed, or they are now in yours. :')]

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[jerkchester]

[clutches the knife under his pillow]

[kepthishead]

[THERE IS NO WAY THIS WOULD END BADLY. it helps that he is a terribly restless sleeper.]

[jerkchester]

[grabs the knife, semi-awake and places it near his throat until he blinks and notices it's a kid]

Oi. Kid.

[kepthishead]

[he doesn't move though he's pretty clearly terrified.]

[jerkchester]

Relax. I ain't into knifing terrified kids. Who are you?

[kepthishead]

Elliot Nightray.

[jerkchester]

Elliot? [puts the knife away] Robin's... friend, right?

[kepthishead]

That... that's one word for it.

[he doesn't look all that reassured.]

[jerkchester]

Is that right? Heard you got into a mess. What happened?

[kepthishead]

We died.

[jerkchester]

I got that part, genius. What exactly triggered it?

[kepthishead]

Robin had a ... we'd call it a Chain contracted to her. We tried to remove it.

[jerkchester]

On your own. Smart thinking, there.

[kepthishead]

I need to know who you are before I can tell you anything more.

[jerkchester]

The name's Dean Winchester.

[kepthishead]

Are you a relation of Sam Winchester?