Who'll make his mark
The captain cried
To the devil drink a toast
We'll glut the hold
With cups of gold
And we'll feed the sea with ghosts
I see your hunger for a fortune
Could be better
Served beneath my flag
If you've the stomach
For a broadside
Come aboard my pretty boys
I will take you and make you
Everything you've ever dreamed.
Obscenely loud music is ( Read more... )

[[ooc; Just a wee bit after this.]]

It's a good day.

It's still morning.  The rave is over, the candy-high is gone.  He doesn't have to worry about having pawned off anything valuable just to get a fix.  Sammy's MIA, but Castiel came back from wherever he went.  Probably escaping the techno music.  Speaking of music - there isn't any playing, but ( Read more... )

Sam?!

[It's playing on a loop in Dean's head.]

Mom?  Mom!  Dad?!  C'mon, this isn't funny!

[The...the Dean in the television had been screaming.  For an hour.]

Bobby?  Dad!  You guys, please!  Don't just...don't just leave me here.

[Until his voice was raw.  Until he couldn't scream anymore.  Until he curled up and sobbed.  Dean can remember it ( Read more... )

Dean is slumped in one of the easy chairs in his room, seemingly completely oblivious to the camera he's left on the bedside table.  It's at enough of an angle that half his face is obscured by the shadows in the dimly-lit room, and the only sources of illumination are the floor lamp off in the far corner, and the soft electric glow of the radio's ( Read more... )