[Action || Semi-closed] In which Lucas couldn't take the day off from work

[dj_mort]

WHO: Dean Winchester, Lucas Kovach
WHAT: Work and trouble
WHEN: October 18, 2012, afternoonish
WHERE: The garage
NOTES: Semi-closed, unless you have business at the shop, of course (ask before jumping in please :) )

[The only thing that sucked worse than going in to work after the whole Solis incident, was going in to after your co-worker pulled a knife

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[100deaths_a_day]

[Dean's just trying to adjust to being out of that place. He's already figured out that it was only a week here, but it was a year there, he knew it. It's not like it's the first time time's move differently for him in a different dimension.

So he's got his head in the hood of the latest car he had to work on, hoping that if he just puts himself back into his routine, he'll be able to just get himself out of the routine he had been in. This wasn't there. He wasn't having to just survive. So.... hopefully just doing normal will get him back to normal. He knows he will not be unchanged, especially as he enjoyed that way of life (as much as one could), but... doing the best he could.

His main trouble was that he could feel it dogging on his heels. Kept finding himself reliving it, completely zoning out.

So hoping that'll pass.

But when Lucas talks, he looks up at him and nods. He's not showing any signs of noticing the nerves there, or that he was the one that put them there.] Okay, dude. You're nearly done on that, right?

[dj_mort]

[Well, that's unnerving. Nothing like Dean from yesterday. Lucas just rolls with it.]

Uh, yeah. Just gotta replace the brakes and it's good to go.

[100deaths_a_day]

Awesome. I lost a goddamned week working on this bitch, so I think I'm putting some extra hours over the next few freaking days. At least one of us is on the ball here.

[He falls quiet as he bends back over the engine, starting to tighten things and replace bits.]

[dj_mort]

Well, at least the shop didn't implode while you were gone or somethin'. [A wary smirk as he gets to work himself. The thought of idle conversation has looong since vanished from Lucas's mind.]

[100deaths_a_day]

Yeah, that would have sucked. [He mutters from his place under the hood, nice and sarcastically.]

Kind of surprised the not-people didn't run it into the ground, but I guess that would have taken more than a week, huh?

[dj_mort]

[Lucas is oh so very grateful that Dean can't see him under the car. He's definitely weirded out. Wait, that doesn't even cover it. He has whiplash dealing with muderderous!Dean and normal!Dean. What the hell, Dean.

Instead, he snorts, sounding a bit indignant!] Hey, man. I was here taking care of the shop. Everything was fine.

[100deaths_a_day]

...that's right, you were. It's shocking it didn't tank after two days. [you can hear the smirk.]

[dj_mort]

[Damnit, this is too much to warp his brain around. That's Dean. Not 'I'm going to murder you for talking to my mom' Dean. Lucas's hands are shaking and the wrench slips from his hand, and since he's under the car it hits him in the face and falls to the ground. Lucas curses under his breath and rubs his nose.]

Harr harr, funny guy. [He's also smirking, but...damnit. More whiplash. SERIOUSLY WTF IS GOING ON.]

[100deaths_a_day]

I'm damn right hilarious.

[but after that comment, he goes quiet to focus on the fiddly bit of the engine. About ten minutes after that... he's silent, not even the sound of him moving.

Should you come out to investigate, dean's got both hands on the sides of the hood, a small socket wrench in one hand still, and he's looking as if he might be staring into the underside of the hood cover. Except his eyes are distant and unfocused on the here and now. the hand gripping the edge of the car and the wrench is gripping it tight enough to shake slightly.

You try talking to him, and there'll be no response. Just don't touch him.]

[dj_mort]

[Lucas doesn't actually notice at first. The silence. It's the fact that he doesn't have the right sized wrench on hand that forces Lucas to roll out from under that car. He glances at the car Dean is working on, or rather, was working on. Lucas lofts a brow.] Ground control to Major Tom, hellooo?

[Nothing. Dean just stands there and stares into that engine. Warily, Lucas slides over and waves a hand in front of Dean's face. Still nothing. He almost put a hand to Dean, but 'don't you ever touch me again' flashed through his mind at the last second. Lucas takes the wrench, instead, and gently pokes at Dean's shoulder.]

[100deaths_a_day]

[It snaps him to action. but not the kind of action Lucas would want, body acting on instinct while his mind's stuck in the past in his flashback. His hand grabbed the one that poked him, he moved in close and slammed an elbow into Lucas's ribs then pulled him up and over his shoulder. He's then straddling him across his waist, gun pulled out, cocked, and pressed to his head in a smooth movement.

--Day one hundred and I don't give a damned anymore, and it's all more of the same. It's been about four months, and he still hasn't seen Cas. He's not sure when if finds him if he'll hug him or kill him. Maybe both. Fucking asshole. Dean's slammed out of his thoughts in a vicious whirl of claws and teeth, but that's okay. At first he found the 360-degree endless combat exhausting and slightly terrifying, but now he was starting to realise there was a purity to it. He rolls on top of the creature, slamming the butt of his gun into it's forehead. There was no time for thinking or anything. Instinct and survival. No rules. No expectations. No

[dj_mort]

[His head was swimming, Lucas fought to focus his gaze. Is...is that the ceiling of the garage? How did he end up on the floor?

Click. Something cold was jammed against his forehead. Lucas froze, everything snapped into horrifyingly clear focus. There was no time for shaking now, though there was definite fear in his voice.] Wh-what angel, D-dean?

[100deaths_a_day]

[--He watched as a goddamned smirk spread along the things lips. "You're that human. we've all heard about you down here." He pulls the gun away, but so he can twist a hand into the jacket to lift the were's head and shoulders off the floor and slam him back into the ground--

The gun's moved away just enough so he can lift Lucas slightly and slam him back down into the concrete ground beneath them before the barrel is placed against his head again, hard enough he's going to have a definite mark there later.]

I haven't got time for your bullshit. [--He can already hear the rustling in the bushes as the next thing closes in on them, on him, to try and get their piece of the human meatsack in the land of monsters.--] I'm gonna ask you once more, then I'm going to get pissed.

[dj_mort]

[He let out a sputtering cough as Dean picked him up and slammed him against the floor. Now was not the time to just sit here and take this. It was so very clear that Dean would have no problem shooting him and moving on. Lucas died in Genessia once already, and he wasn't keen to do it again.

Fueled by adrenaline and fear, Lucas made a grab for the arm that held the gun to his head and began to shove it aside. But, he's not used to these kind of life threatening situations, control over his power was still an imperfect thing...]

[100deaths_a_day]

[He'll find the memory in startling clarity, almost as if it was more than that. He's going to be living Dean re-living it. --The forest is overgrown and dark, rustling as creatures hunt and comb the area that spike a combined sense of fear - which is good, fear means you're still alive - and anticipation, the air heavy with the smell of blood and a mustiness that can't be placed. There's a grim set of determination that he won't be able to dislodge until after he's let go of Dean, pushing him forever forwards like a pulsing heartbeat: get the angel, get home. No matter what he has to do to get both

[dj_mort]

[Dean's calm in a fight quickly becomes Lucas's. He can't let this monster stop him from finding Cas. If he has to fight every single damned thing in Purgatory to find the angel and get home, he'll do it. Everything else, including his wounds, was secondary at best.

With a burst of renewed energy and pure, grim determination, Lucas grabs at the thing with both hands with the intent to pull it down while he pulled himself up to daze it with a headbutt.]