I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control [Active, open]

[100deaths_a_day]

Who: Dean and Anyone who wants to join him
Where: Kitchen
When: night 002
What: He had a horrible discovery, and now he's gonna check that he's right. But does he really want to know?
Warnings: Language. disturbing imagery (possibly?). Update as necessary.

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Orihime was learning a lot of new things very quickly. She'd learned that it was possible for Ichigo's darker half to manifest itself physically, and that it really didn't like her very much. She learned that ghosts existed in forms other than the Hollows she was accustomed to. She also learned that she was hungry, and that even situations that fired up her adrenaline and fear did nothing to dampen her appetite.

And most important of all, at the moment, she'd learned that people who suffered injuries were harried by horrible black dogs with big teeth and mean eyes. So when she padded into the kitchen, the faint sigh of relief at being within range of something to eat changed immediately to a shout at the sight of Dean's ruined hand.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Rather than running away from the danger zone, she ran straight toward him, skidding faintly on the smooth floor in her socks as she sailed right past Dean and clutched at the counter for support.

"Hold on! I'll fix it! Just hold still!"

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He just looks back at the water, and back at his hand. His freakout is running loudly in his head, and it's hard to think around.

He should pull away. shouldn't let her touch him, let alone heal him.

He looks up at her, and blinks a little. "Don't." Now comes him trying to pull away.

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Ordinarily, Orihime could respect the wishes of someone who didn't want to be healed. But in this case, she just couldn't. When the consequences were that dire, and that violent, she knew she'd much rather have a stranger be angry with her than torn to shreds by horrible dogs.

"I won't hurt you," she said quickly, holding up her hands. "I won't even touch. Just...there...please."

Two petals from each of her six-petaled hairpins were missing. She'd put up a small oval shield over his arm, rejecting the damage as hard as she dared. If she could just reverse it enough that it wouldn't count as an injury, that would be good enough, but if he actually held still she'd be able to reverse all of it.

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Too late, 'hime, that's how he got in this mess in the first place |D

When the damage was pretty much gone, he pulled away. "Thanks... I guess." It seemed like what he should be saying, thanking for her for taking away the damage.

He ran the hand she just healed through his hair. "Sorry, I'm just.... a little out of it, I guess." UNDERSTATEMENT.

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"Ah! No, please don't apologize!" she exclaimed anxiously, keeping a respectable distance. Her hairpins were whole once again by the time her hand found the back of her neck. "I probably scared you with the shouting, and then just charged right in and started doing things without you even knowing who I am, and that's pretty stupid in a place filled with ghosts and monsters so I really hope I didn't shake you up too badly, and then I healed you with your permission..."

She took a breath, then slumped forward. "It's just...there are these dogs." Her speech was a little less animated, as was the rest of her. Perhaps she'd just worn herself out with all of that flailing.

"They come after people who are injured. I've seen them. And when I saw your hand looking like that, I was afraid they might go after you too. So I acted without permission." Orihime bobbed faintly at the waist in apology. "Orihime Inoue. I got here just a couple hours ago."

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He nodded as she mentioned the dogs. "Hellhounds. Once they have your scent, they tend to chase you until they get you." Yeah, he knows they're here.

He didn't seem to react to the bow, it was a custom he was unused to. "Dean Winchester." He moves now, finding and opening a second bottle as he leaned against the side. "I got here in the day."

Drinking straight from the bottle, he sighs against the burn of the liquor. "...Can you get that out of there?" he gestures at the sink.

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Orihime stared at Dean. Then at the sink. But...but that's where the acid had burned him! But never mind that, she was resourceful. Creeping closer to the sink, she peered over the edge to find what appeared to be some sort of silver pendant sunken to the bottom.

She scouted around the kitchen until she found a two-pronged carving fork. Carefully she dipped into the water and fished out the necklace by the chain, holding it over the counter with one hand while the other snapped out a dishtowel and wrapped it up carefully to dry it. Success!

...Of course, if she'd known it was nothing more than holy water, she wouldn't have gone through so much effort. She sure looked pleased with herself, though.

"There, safe and sound! I'd probably let it sit a bit more in the towel, or wash it off with some water, but I think it's okay to handle now."

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"Water won't help. That's all that is, after all." He indicated the sink, and transferred the rosary to a dry towel, slipping the bundle in his pocket.

He paused. "I assume you know what it is that I got you to fish out for me?" Mom had explained the salt thing to a kid, he could explain the holy water to her. Hell, it might help, somehow.

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...It was just water? But why had it burned him so badly? She didn't know of any compound that water reacted violently too, save acid, and she doubted he'd coated his arm with acid before plunging it into the sink. Tentatively she dabbled two fingers in the water, and sure enough, that's what it felt like. Orihime glanced questioningly at Dean, but didn't voice any questions. Instead she just fished out the plug to let the sink drain, since it was obviously dangerous to him.

"It's a necklace with a cross, ne?" Orihime responded. It might not be her religion, but she understood the cultural significance of a cross. Most anybody did.

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He nodded. "A Rosary, to be specific." He got a tall glass, and filled it with water. Showing was definitely the best way to tell.

He dipped his fingers in, there was no reaction. "Just water... it's not harmful to me." or other demons his mind tacked on. "But the water can either be blessed by a priest, or you can add a rosary into it, and you get holy water." He took his fingers out, and removed the rosary from his pocket, dangling it in the water. He removed it, and dried it carefully so he didn't make contact with the rosary until it was dry.

"Holy water is harmful to..." there was a heavy sigh, and the weight of his new burden seemed to visibly weigh his shoulders down. "To demons." this time, he put just the end of his finger in, enough to make it bubble and hiss, before pulling it out. "Doesn't kill 'em, but it hurts like hell."

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Orihime winced. It might have just been the tip, but fingers were sensitive. They were made to be, since a person had to develop an acute sense of touch. "I see... So you're a demon?"

He sure didn't look like any demon she'd read about. And more importantly, he didn't act like one either.

She glanced again at the sink, brow wrinkled in pensive thought, or perhaps concern. "If it hurts you...why did you do it...?" It was almost a rhetorical question, save the glance she flicked in his direction toward the end. Then her gaze fell to his finger where it rested for a few moments. Then she looked at him again, tentatively lifting her hands out to it and raising her eyebrows at him in a silent request for permission.

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His hand moved away from hers, and gripped the bottle near him. This time, where it wasn't more than just a touch, there were no visible burns left on his hand.

"I guess I am." He sighed, and took a long drink from the bottle. "I didn't know. Something happened to make me suspect, but I didn't know. I had to check."

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Reluctantly, Orihime allowed her hands to fall back to her sides. But if she heard those dogs snarling and howling, she was healing that fingernail! Even if she couldn't see any further damage!

"So...what changes, then?" she asked, her curiosity allowed a little more free reign since he was being nice enough to answer so many of her other questions. "I mean, I can feel that your spirit is human." Human enough that she could guess that's what he was before he apparently turned into a demon. "Your behavior won't change, will it? Because you seem awfully nice!"

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...

That gives him pause. Even if he couldn't feel it himself, he knew damned well it shouldn't feel human, just from the hunt he did with Missouri.

"...Wait, what?"

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(OOC: I've been lurking on AIM trying to flag you down about that, in case I got it wrong!)

"Well, I mean, it's a little different, but not much! Maybe it just means that your good character is still in tact?" Orihime honestly had no idea. She'd never dealt with demons before! She just knew he didn't feel like a Hollow, the 'offness' a good deal milder. His spirit was definitely strong, though, she could tell that much at least.

"It's still pretty new to me. I've only had my powers about six months or so," Orihime explained with a wry grin.

It's good! ^^ (Sorry, i wasn't in a very 'people' mood yesterday, where I was ill ^^;;)

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So... there was just a good chance she was reading him wrong? he's just going to assume that's what happened, at least.

"I see." He sighed a little. "I don't..." He let that trail off. good character? what good character? "Maybe you're looking at it wrong."