Who: Dean Winchester
100deaths_a_day || Dante
albinoidiotWhat: Dean and Dante are talking. Again. In the cafeteria, this time though.
Where: The Cafeteria
When: February 11
Warning: Mouth, manliness
Status: Incomplete. Closed.
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I don't know what to put here, so have me dancing instead /dances )
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?"
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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.
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"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?"
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( ... )
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"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 ( ... )
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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."
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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."
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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.
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"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."
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"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."
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"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."
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( ... )
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"Don't bite my head off, I was just trying to help! No need for all the yelling and the damning!"
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"What do you want, goddamned bot?"
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"What the hell, what's it want?"
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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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