[For Dean and Jaenelle] Little Red Riding Hood should be here instead of me

[in_summer_leaf]

[Backdated to the night Hisoka was attacked by Morgoth's wolves outside his boat shed in the woods. Continued from this thread.]

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[surfaceshine]

"Hey, hey, grabby hands down, dude, c'mon..." The admonishment is half-hearted, though, and Dean spares a moment to crane his neck to take his face out of Hisoka's reach - more because the other man's fingers nearly landed in his eyes than anything, but also a natural reaction to anyone reaching at his face. Nonetheless, when Hisoka's eyes begin to close, Dean's heart does an interesting little tapdance in his chest. His own hands freed by settling their precious cargo on the floor, he checks instinctively for a pulse, uses the contact to shake the other man a bit.

"Hey, don't do that. Don't do that. Open your eyes and stick with me, man." It's difficult to focus, but Dean does his best, sending a barrage of thoughts and wishes and threats at the cabinet directly above them. When he stands and wrenches the door open, gauze and disinfectant tumbling out nearly onto the hunter's head, he turns back to find Hisoka's eyes completely closed. "No, no, no, c'mon..."

Crashing back to his knees, pulling the manifested supplies back into a pile next to him, it occurs to Dean for the first time since starting this whole endeavor that he is not alone, here; just because Sam isn't here doesn't mean no one is. The thought sparks a chain reaction, and in the next moment even as Dean is drawing his khukri to make short work of his efforts from the shed - he has to see where the blood is coming from, dammit, has to get eyes on the threat or he can't stop it - he's twisting his head to face the door into the rest of the building, so when he shouts, hopefully he can be heard as far as possible.

"Hello!" As far as bellows go, this one is fairly impressive, deep and booming and urgent; the edges of the syllables are brittle with fear, but he's got a firm hold on it and does not let the panic leak through. "Hey, someone! Anyone! We need some help in here! Now's good!"

He'll keep it up as long as he has to, stopping only to breathe, badger the prone figure beside him - "Fucking open your eyes and stick with me, god fucking dammit!" - and look at what his hands are doing as he unscrews the top on a bottle of disinfectant in preparation to use it to clean the wound on Hisoka's thigh.

ETA: Jaenelle-Hisoka-Dean order good for everyone?

[Jaenelle - Hisoka - Dean]

[in_summer_leaf]

[Fine with me! Jaenelle's up next. And thank you, Lise. ~♥]

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle has felt the darkness all tonight, and has until now been reinforcing defenses, but she simultaneously feels the distress radiating from Dean and hears someone calling for help, and that has her running down the hallway, letting the web she was working on finish spinning, and bursts into the kitchen seconds later.

She takes only a moment to take in Dean and Hisoka before she shoves her sleeves up and wades in. "I'm here," she says, and there's something in her voice that's dark and vibrating and angry. Not at you, Dean, no. She drops to her knees next to Hisoka and reaches out to lay a hand on his chest, trying to anchor him to life and slow the bleeding to start with.

You're welcome! Happy to help, both of us. <3!

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka unseals his eyes again, hearing that I mean business tone in Dean's voice. But there is suddenly an energy in the room other than Dean's; he can feel it through the touch to his chest. A blurry vision of Jaenelle's face swims into view. His lips move. "Ms. Angelline...?"

He can feel that anchor. It stretches from his heart to his toes and down into the river itself. And the flow of blood begins to slow. Just a small change, but an important one.

[Hope its ok for Hisoka to be able to pick up Jaenelle's energy? And Jaenelle is free to pick up whatever from Hisoka.]

[surfaceshine]

If Dean notices the angry quality to her voice, he gives no indication; he's too ridiculously relieved to see her to do anything other than breathe, "Thank god," on an dragging inhale when she appears in his line of sight. Dean is unhurt, at this moment, but he's been stripped of his normally layered clothing down to a t-shirt that was once grey and jeans, and is almost more smeared with more of Hisoka's blood than Hisoka himself - it's all over his hands, anyway, and he's been shoving at the sweat on his face and carrying the smaller man. He has no clue what she may or may not be able to do - merely not being alone with this kind of responsibility is enough to bolster his previously failing calm, and he moves over to make room.

"He was out in the woods - those wolves I been hearin' about? They're pretty pissed. I don't even... they ain't normal." He's talking to Jaenelle now, his eyes on his hands and what they're doing as he douses the wound with antiseptic again, then following it with a swipe of gauze to try to get a visual on what he's dealing with. He already knows it's bad - not, necessarily, life threatening bad if he can get the bleeding stopped, but he knows that bad means time and that's not something either of them have a lot of. He frowns, glances over his supplies again, and reaches to tear the wrapping off a large gauze pad sitting on the floor near his knee. "I didn't get 'em all but I got a few - the rest fucked off to god knows where."

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle is nodding along with his explanations, her frown deepening slightly both between him and Hisoka. "It's me," she says to the latter, before lifting her eyes and noting the gauze. Keeping her palm pressed down, working on closing some of the major blood vessels, she watches Dean's movements with approval, her own work less physically visible, but Hisoka should feel the difference.

And at the same time does a quick check over with Craft of Dean, just to make sure he's not hiding any injuries. Just in case. "They're not really wolves," she says, after a moment. "They're...something else. Creatures of hatred and evil. Their master is out there as well, if not present then doing...something else." She presses her lips together. "If I weren't watching this place..."

She glances down at Hisoka again and gives him a bit of a smile. "You'll be all right," she assures him, and then to Dean, "I expect I can't say anything to keep you from going back out there."

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka nods and gives Jaenelle a minute smile in return. And then his attention steals away for a few moments to what is happening within the boundaries of his skin. Jaenelle's healing energy reaches into the damaged areas and sets about doing exactly what Hisoka himself would have done if his own healing powers hadn't been useless these many months. Years, really.

And then the words she spoke to Dean sink in. "Dean?" he murmurs, "...Sam?" He means, If he's out there somewhere, you should go. But he can't get all of the words out.

[surfaceshine]

For once, Dean isn't hiding anything; he managed to keep all of the wolves at gun range, somehow, though he would not have hesitated to throw down hand-to-hand if that's what would have been required of him. He's nodding along with her words, eyes locked on where he's centered the gauze over the worst of Hisoka's thigh wound, and eased up onto his knees to use his weight for pressure over it. He believes her and it only makes him angrier, because if they're not just wolves, that makes them totally his and Sam's kind of thing, and he needs to go deal with them like, yesterday. That's about when Jaenelle speaks to him again, and he flashes her a look with harder edges than he means to put on it.

"I..." And then Hisoka is talking, and the hunter's attention snaps down. He's been carefully ignoring that particular fear seated deep in the back of his brain and coloring every breath he takes, but Hisoka using his brother's name makes Dean's face go slightly pale. The muscles of his jaw jump and clench as he fights the urge to get up, right this second, and go find him; his hands are steady on the gauze, his voice grim and resolute.

"Yeah, Sam. He's out there somewhere, I gotta find him." I can't stitch this until it stops bleeding. Fuck. He makes an impatient noise in the back of his throat, glances back to Hisoka's face, then up at Jaenelle, green eyes narrowed and hard in his effort to keep the panic down where it belongs, though he speaks to his friend under his hands. "But I'm not leaving till you're alright, dude."

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle can understand the edges. It's the kind of look she would get from any of her males, and most of her witches, if she said the same thing. All she can really do is sigh, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly in wry amusement.

At the moment, though. "He'll be all right," she says, firmly. "I promise you that. If you need to go, I can take care of him from here. If that's all right with you," she adds, to Hisoka. "You got him back here. I can take it now."

She can; this is far from the worst she's healed. The bleeding has probably already visibly slowed dramatically.

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka looks into Jaenelle's kind, concerned face, and gives her a small nod. He believes her. Having once been a healer of great power, he can recognize great power when it is directed to him. There is an easiness slowly spreading through his mind and body, as the bleeding slows. Within minutes, it has decreased to the point where it should be possible for the body to begin the slow knitting up of tissues. "Thanks," he whispers.

With any luck, a little of his own ability will kick in before the week is over. He can feel it gathering in his heart, but there is no telling whether it will make itself available.

He turns his gaze to Dean again, and because he cannot speak easily, he tries to tell him something with his eyes. I know how much it cost you to wade into those hellhounds to get me away from them. You've met such beings before. I can feel the reverberations from that nightmare encounter; your flesh remembers. He draws a breath and makes an effort to be clear. "Go on, Dean. You can't let...that...happen to Sam. It would hurt you."

And Sam.

[surfaceshine]

Dean glanced up at Jaenelle when she reassured him, eyes bright and for once painfully young with his sheer desire to blindly believe what she's telling him, though the grave set of his features did not seem inclined to soften; but Hisoka's movement had caught Dean's attention, and he's looking down at his friend when the other man speaks. The hunter is no telepath, he's not even all that great at this emotional crap, but he's always been adept at reading the conversations that happen between the lines; the sudden tremor that starts in his hands pressed over the gauze and the wound is completely unbidden, and he swallows hard, looks back up at Jaenelle.

Torn.

But in this particular equation, there is only one choice Dean has ever been able to make; the movement of his nod is small but decisive, and he pretends to be checking the oozing progress of the thigh wound without really seeing it before lifting his hands away, sitting back on his heels. He glances again between them, then nods again, more firmly this time. Decision made, he doesn't let himself hesitate; he tries to catch Hisoka's eye, his own gaze steady and hard, resolute. His voice matches when he points a stern finger at his friend.

"Alright, but I'm coming back as soon as I know that little shit's okay. You hear? I expect a goddamn can-can when I walk back into this kitchen, or I'm chaining you to the fucking door and there'll be no more hatchet adventures for you. Understood?" There's no sign in his voice of the shiver in his muscles, and now he looks at Jaenelle. "And you..."

Typist willing, he'll lean over and in the singularly most thoughtless motion he's ever made towards her, hook an arm around her shoulders and pull her close to him for just a moment. If she allows it, it'll be a very tight, very quick hug, and furthermore there might be a kiss pressed to her cheek or temple. Either way, with every ounce of gratitude in every nerve, muscle, and bone in his body, he breathes, "Thank you."

And then he'll stand up.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

A blush suffuses Jaenelle's cheeks, neck, and ears, but she lifts one hand momentarily to hug Dean back, and says, both firm and quiet, "You're welcome. I'll take care of him. You take care of you. Please."

She approves of the progress Hisoka's body is making, can feel his own power locked away, and would try to unlock some of it if she dared, but for the moment still feeding her own strength and power to his body to give the energy to speed those healing processes.

[in_summer_leaf]

"...Can-can," says Hisoka, a faint smile on his lips. Meaning, Right, dude. Go on, get out of here. Don't get eaten.

He is grateful for Jaenelle's energy. And he doesn't want to use up too much of it, because he imagines she will need it for others before this night is through. But at this moment, he does not have the strength to control the process, so he simply allows himself to receive.

[surfaceshine]

There's no humor in him when he leaves, just a bouncing agitation in the muscles closing and opening his hands, and a steel steadiness in the slide of his eyes back and forth between Jaenelle and Hisoka.

He nods, once, then turns and strides out of the kitchen. He has to get more ammo - and find his brother.

Exit Dean, stage left! <3

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle watches him go, worriedly, before turning her attention back to Hisoka. She keeps her voice low and quiet. "I hope you don't mind that I didn't ask," she says, softly. "I prefer to, before healing anyone, but...you didn't look very good."

She gives him a small smile, putting her hand back over his wound and starting to work on it in earnest, trying to encourage blood vessels and muscle to mend.

[in_summer_leaf]

[Move left to avoid post crush.]