Room 511, Saturday Morning

[deanforrester]

Dean was curled up on his bed, or at least as curled-up as he could get, staring at the wall. Depressing music flooded the room from his stereo, and he clutched a picture of Rory, the edges wet and ragged from his sweaty hands. He was hopeless. Behind in classes (he hadn't even managed to remember to go get the work he missed from Mr. Winchester

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[daemonridden]

Lyra woke up to the sound of horrifically sad music wafting over from Dean's side of the room. She opened her eyes and tried to ask what was going on.

"Nnngh," she said instead.

[deanforrester]

Dean managed to look over at Lyra, though his eyes probably looked kind of dead. "Sorry," he ground out, thinking that he should get up to change the music. But he couldn't seem to find the will to move.

[daemonridden]

Lyra sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and took a good look at Dean.

"Are you okay?" she asked, worried.

[deanforrester]

"No," he replied, manfully battling tears. Teh Emoo had clearly whammied him but good. Probably because of his run in the park. "Is anyone really okay?"

[daemonridden]

"Well," Lyra said slowly, "I'm okay."

She pushed the covers off and went to sit on his bed. "What happened?"

[deanforrester]

Dean was only vaguely aware this wasn't normal behaviour for himself, and really, that served to make the whole thing worse anyway.

"Life sucks. I suck. Everything sucks. I just screw everything up, like classes and with Rory and Homecoming is coming up and that's gonna be horrible and no one understands my pain. And I feel like I should take weirdly posed pictures of myself looking depressed and put them on the internet, which makes no sense."

[daemonridden]

"Okay, I didn't understand about half of what you said." Lyra shook her head. "And also, you don't, uh, suck, or screw everything up."

Pan was trying to go back to sleep under the pillow, and that made Lyra a little distracted. "What's all this with Rory and classes, and I can't remember everything else you said?"

[deanforrester]

"Rory either thinks I'm lying or insane because of what I told her about Fandom and everything and she probably hates me. Classes I'm way behind in because I was gone for a week, and I arranged to make up some work for Hunting but I forgot to go see the teacher when I said I would, so I'm totally going to fail and he's going to hate me." He flopped on his back next to Lyra, staring at the ceiling. "What's the point of it all?"

[daemonridden]

"But... Rory's at Fandom." Lyra said slowly, wondering if Dean was ill. "And can't you just go to the teacher and explain how you were, uh, inexplicably detained, and couldn't get to the meeting?"

[deanforrester]

Dean blinked dull eyes. "No, she's at home. There are two. The one at home is my girlfriend, or at least she was, who knows how long she will be at this rate? The one here is an alternate version of her, who's older and different stuff has happened." He heaved an emo sigh. "And I guess I could go tell Mr. Winchester there was some sort of problem, but I'll still be behind and he'll still hate me, so I don't even know."

[daemonridden]

"Maybe you should wait until you're not all... you know. Upset." Lyra was inwardly flailing; she'd never dealt with the emo before, and wasn't sure what to do.

[deanforrester]

"Maybe. When will that even be? Will I live that long?" Dean stared at Lyra, and grabbed his pillow to smoosh over his face. Mumbling into it, he said "Upset isn't really a good word for it. Miserable, maybe."