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[CLOSED] || This is a title. They're talking, what else is there to say?

Feb 13, 2011 22:42

Who: Dean Winchester 100deaths_a_day || Dante albinoidiot
What: Dean and Dante are talking. Again. In the cafeteria, this time though.
Where: The Cafeteria
When: February 11
Warning: Mouth, manliness
Status: Incomplete. Closed.

( ~~I don't know what to put here, so have me dancing instead /dances~~ )

[ou] dante, [ou] dean winchester

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albinoidiot February 13 2011, 23:29:31 UTC

Dante ad tried to start up conversation with the moody individual sitting at his twelve o'clock sever times during their two and a half hour long meeting but eventually, he had lost his patience. If Dean was going to brood about who knows what and keep it to himself and just get drunk, Dante was at least going to get food out of this.

There were several empty bowls of strawberry ice creams lined up in a pretty file all across the table in a zig-zag lines without taking much of Dean's personal space into consideration. He was keeping himself entertained as he licked at his spoon raising an eyebrow as he heard something other than silence from Dean.

"Well. It speaks." He pointed out, taking another nom of ice cream. "What's you're fault, exactly?"

100deaths_a_day February 13 2011, 23:45:53 UTC

There's a chuckle, and it's stuck between amused and very unamused. A hand rubbed the back of his neck.

So much. Oh so very much was his fault.

"The apocalypse." he'll stick to the main issue. Not the main issue that was really bothering him, but hell... That was the main domino that started off the others in the run. Obviously, he'd done shit before then which had started a chain of events... but that had been the pre-amble, really.

albinoidiot February 14 2011, 16:09:29 UTC

Dante couldn't help but roll his eyes. He had heard Dean utter those exact words but the apocalypse had become just another generic every-day term. The world was all was in trouble. Sure, it was enough to make Dante a ball of stress but he had learned that no matter how close the world got to being taken over by demons something always happened. Sometimes that something was him but the point still stood: the world wasn't ending anytime soon.

"If I had a nickle for every time the world was at a brink of an apocalypse, Dean, I would have ended world hunger back when I was seventeen." He muttered with a shrug. "I doubt any apocalypse was your fault. Why are you blaming yourself?"

100deaths_a_day February 14 2011, 18:32:16 UTC

( ... )

albinoidiot February 15 2011, 15:50:32 UTC

Blue eyes were studying Dean with as much interest as the albino gave all things concerning that big hole in the ground. Although he had been expecting some strange story about letting someone down, he hadn't exactly expected Dean to bring up his little unwanted adventure in hell. The guy had given Dante some hints about his own personal close encounter but it had always appeared to be a crude topic. A brow rose in curiosity as Dean continued that eventually left a sour taste in the back of Dante's throat. He scratched the back of his head at that little last comment.

"What do you mean you made the first slice and the seal broke."

As far as he was concerned, nothing had been said between the two that didn't give Dante the idea that perhaps they were from the same world. Their demons worked the same, their angels were aparently as MIA as they were in his world, the devil had been apparently sealed but no one had ever told him how Mundus got out of his cage, his cage Sparda had made. Too many coincidences, it was just too many ( ... )

100deaths_a_day February 15 2011, 17:08:52 UTC

Dean laughed. Not his fault.

Right.

"The first seal will break when the righteous man spills blood in hell. Don't you just love mystical crap. What that translates to: When I hopped off the rack, and picked up the knife to torture souls" Which he enjoyed "The first seal broke. None of the other 66 would have broken, if I hadn't been so damned weak."

albinoidiot February 16 2011, 00:12:51 UTC

Dante had to take a small pause in order to catch himself from choking on his own breath. The coincidences were going to end up killing him, he was sure.

Back in his world, the seal Sparda made on Mundus had consisted of his blood, the blood of some priestess from what Arkham had said that was related to Lady, and who knows what else. The point was, it was too close to this. He really hoped Dean didn't have anything to do with it. Mundus was an asshole like that, if he found his way out of hell and into his life again, he wasn't surprised.

"Dean, you're not weak. For a human, you're pretty darn strong. You don't have any idea how strong you are."

100deaths_a_day February 16 2011, 00:41:57 UTC

He just shook his head. "Dad... one hundred years. Answered 'no' everytime until he managed to escape and... well, help me kill Azazel. I couldn't even kill the sonuva bitch who killed Mom without help." He laughed, but it definitely had no humour in it.

Damn the alcohol, and damn his trust in you. He shouldn't be saying a word, and he knows it. And yet... here he was.

albinoidiot February 16 2011, 00:59:52 UTC

Well, he couldn't really fight with Dean when he was giving him facts like those. That was a problem, wasn't it? He didn't exactly know how to rebuttal concrete facts. Regardless, he still couldn't blame Dean. He just didn't feel like a bad person to Dante. Dean wasn't evil.

"Dean..." He just couldn't think of what to say. He shrugged into his chair and finally leaned forward, his voice low, for Dean to hear.

"You're not a bad person, Dean. Every wrong, no matter how big it is, has a right. If it was really your fault, I doubt you're the type of guy who will sit back and watch the world burn. You can change things, you're strong enough to change things. I know that much."

100deaths_a_day February 16 2011, 01:20:55 UTC

A little kiss bot scuttled under the table, but Dean didn't notice a thing. Nor was he sober enough to notice the barrier around them. Even as he leant his head back and leant aginst it, it didn't click.

"Everyone says that... Well, Cas does. But, it's not... If I can change things... why does the song always remain the same? Not the end of the world... but Sammy. Always. I'll always be doomed to watch him die. I was supposed to end it, but I was too weak to say yes. Long and short... Weak. Couldn't save Dad, can never save Sammy."

albinoidiot February 16 2011, 20:47:13 UTC

The devil boy was nervously scratching the back of his neck as he heard that. What could he tell Dean without making himself look like a hypocrite? Absolutely nothing. Dante was as deep inside the rabbit hole as Dean was, it seemed. He didn't know all the information on who was behind Dean's little history if mishaps but he figured it couldn't be that bad, right? There would be a happy ending someday?

"Sometimes change doesn't exactly happen for the better part of things. You're probably going to get the short end of the stick most days but I'm sure it'll all fix eventually, Dean. That's just how things work."

And Dante was positive about this. No matter how many times the world was at the verge of ending it always went back. Right? Sure, it messed up again but, the fact that there was an inevitable period of peace was worth something.

"I know how hard it is when you can't save everyone but you can't give up. You'll make it, Dean. Just... I don't know, hang in there."

.../kicks notifs X-X 100deaths_a_day February 16 2011, 21:34:53 UTC

( ... )

albinoidiot February 16 2011, 21:58:17 UTC

Unfortunately for Dean, Dante hadn't seen the bot yet. All he heard was an upset hunter and figure he was talking to him. Hands came up in surrender as he frowned up at the guy.

"Don't bite my head off, I was just trying to help! No need for all the yelling and the damning!"

100deaths_a_day February 16 2011, 22:07:33 UTC

"No, not you. This." he points at the bot, and then moves unsteadily to the table, and sits himself back down at the table. He puts his head on it, and sighs.

"What do you want, goddamned bot?"

albinoidiot February 16 2011, 23:05:57 UTC

A frown began to form on Dante's face when he realized their situation. They were stuck in some damned barrier of sorts. As if being trapped all ready wasn't a bad thing.

"What the hell, what's it want?"

100deaths_a_day February 16 2011, 23:15:20 UTC

"I don't fre-"
But he's cut off by a mechnical giggle. "HAPPY VALENTINES WEEKEND! SAMM WAS SORRY FOR WHAT HE DID! SO HE SENT US TO SPREAD SOME CHEER! SAMM WANTS TO SPREAD ROMANCE! SO WE WILL KEEP YOU TOGETHER UNTIL YOU SHOW SIGNS OF ROMANTIC ACTIVITY."

Dean's just going to raise his head. Look at Dante. and stumble backwards as he tries to get the hell away as quickly as possible. He's starting to feel very sober very quickly.]

"what the hell? We're two guys!"

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