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thirty-one beers

Apr 19, 2009 19:09

[ In his dream, they do nothing. It isn't the same as reality, but Dean's subconscious has never been particularly forgiving of himself, not in the slightest, and Dean's subconscious believes he might have deserved this a little, the pain and the loneliness and the dying and going to Hell ( Read more... )

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71_chevelle April 20 2009, 00:09:37 UTC

Bobby stumbles onto the scene and feels his heart wrenched away. He can't see this, not again, seeing Dean's mangled body once was enough. Seeing Sam's lifeless form sink to the ground once was enough.

Dammit, they were young. Too young for all this. He should have done something more, been better, been stronger.

But in the end all he does is hang his head.

[ooc: placeholding, need to eat and do some laundry.]

shutupsammy April 20 2009, 00:24:24 UTC

It takes Dean a time before he notices another gaze in the room, not one staring at him with mocking inaction. Something heavier. He's not sure why he can feel it-- maybe it's a dream thing --but he can, and he swivels his head away from his own corpse to stare at Bobby. A second Bobby.

He's had this dream hundreds of times, but there has never been a second Bobby. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse, like he hasn't used it in years.

"Hey, Bobby. You look like hell. Who died?"

[ooc: ♥]

71_chevelle April 20 2009, 03:26:18 UTC

"Pretty sure you did, son."

Bobby turns and looks at this Dean, the one still standing. But he smiles to acknowledge the attempt at a joke.

shutupsammy April 20 2009, 03:46:35 UTC

"I know," Dean says, deflating, but there's a wisp of a smile on his lips this time. He steps closer to the older man, stopping a few feet away and frowning at the puff of white air coming from Bobby's mouth.

"This is really awkward. But don't-- look, Bobby, it's fine. It's just a nightmare. Everyone has them. Mine are just really creative nightmares."

71_chevelle April 20 2009, 03:51:15 UTC

Bobby fixes Dean with a Look. "I know from nightmares, Dean."

Bobby looks around, "So...this is...is this it?"

shutupsammy April 20 2009, 04:34:27 UTC

Dean doesn't quite meet Bobby's eyes, instead glancing away toward a blank wall nearby. His answer is less petulant than it is the honest dumb confusion of someone who's so familiar with a situation that they can't understand what's strange about it.

"Is what?"

71_chevelle April 20 2009, 04:46:18 UTC

"Never mind." He doesn't want to know if this is a calm before a hellstorm, or just a manifestation of Dean's subconscious.

"There somewhere we can talk without the...you." He motions toward the corpse.

[ooc: and with that, I'm off to bed. Cheers!]

shutupsammy April 20 2009, 05:06:29 UTC

Dean shoots a look over his shoulder at the corpse on the ground with his face on it, resists the urge to leap on the thing and tear it limb from limb. Bobby knows he has more issues than any single person has the right to. No need to put the circus tents out on display.

Shaking his head, he leads Bobby out a door and down the hallway, into a little girl's room. The one that Lilith had been possessing. Dean feels dirty just being in the place. Like he's the monster hiding in the closet.

"What did you want to talk about? Provided I even remember this when I wake up, Bobby." Although, Dean supposes, if it is a curse, Bobby might remember even if Dean doesn't.

71_chevelle April 21 2009, 03:24:51 UTC

"Might wanna tell me what yer doin' here, wherever here is."

He recognizes the room, of course he does, he'd had to go inside to help Sam with the...It's wrong bein' here, almost as wrong as wherever they'd been. Was this really all Dean dreamed about anymore, was he that far in the hole? No wonder he couldn't see the sun.

shutupsammy April 21 2009, 22:06:33 UTC

"Having a nightmare. Dying. What does it look like, Bobby?" Dean's voice has a whining tone to it now, one that he would only take with Bobby, never would have with his dad or usually even Sam. Maybe that's what Bobby stands for to Dean, someone to be honest with when he can't with anyone else.

He should take this more seriously. Instead Dean sits himself down heavily on the bed, unnatural metaphor wounds still slowly weeping blood.

"It happens. Not always this one, but the way I figure, just dreams is nothing to complain about given the alternative."

71_chevelle April 22 2009, 01:38:02 UTC

Bobby moved to sit next to Dean. "Son, you may be out physically, but yer still in mentally."

He sighed and leaned forward. "I seen a lot of it, Dean, war vets, folks who've survived the sorts of things you an' I deal with every day people who can't get out of their own heads."

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