(Untitled)

[tln_theshifter]

WHO: The Shifter & You. Yes, you.
WHEN: An ambiguous time that feels like a few hours but will, in fact, be the 24-ish hours 'til plot's end.
WHERE: [See NOTES]
WHAT: The house chases The Shifter.
WARNINGS: Language, violence, disturbing images, etc.

Comments

FINALE

[tln_theshifter]

It's night; the moon is barely visible, a waning nothing hidden away behind clouds. The sky is starless; if they're up there - and they may not be - they certainly aren't visible. Everything's cast in long shadows; the only thing clear is the crossroad.

Five dirt and gravel roads converge in one empty space, weeds growing along the center thanks to disuse and abandonment. No one's been here in a long time; perhaps no one should be here. And yet, several people are. There's a surge of relief; each thought he or she was completely alone, lost on this old and unused road, forgotten and unneeded. If they disappeared, no one would notice.

But there are others! That's cause for hope; others to be recognized, to offer help. Because as dark as the night is, as far as they are from any hint of civilization, that's what they need most: help.

[doubtheaven]

Castiel walked a few steps until the road brought him to the center of it all, where it branched out in different directions. What was he doing here?

"Sam? Dean?" Those two had been in the hall with him. Castiel just hoped that they were alright. Maybe they were lucky and were out of this nightmare, but if they weren't, he'd rather they were here so he could keep an eye on them.

[iwantyousafe]

Rose blinked into existence, sitting on a blanket in the woods. She faced none other than her dear friend, Jack Harkness. The pair laughed merrily beside an adorable picnic lunch. The sun was bright, birds were singing, all was well... and... Rose had no idea what was funny. It was as if Jack had just told a joke, but she didn't remember it. The girl quieted. She hadn't seen Jack in months. This wasn't right

[family_remains]

Sam, too, had been in the middle of another dream. Something far more dangerous than this, but the same ominous overtones were humming in the air.

He approached the crossroads quietly, worry etched across his face. This journey had begun at a crossroads, and now it seemed the nightmare was returning full circle.

Quietly, and with a touch of hesitation, the hunter pulled the small bullet out of his pocket - rolling it's small surface with his thumb and forefinger. He had the feeling that it might come in useful, and at the very least the repetitive motions kept his anxiety at bay, and his hand busy.

Rose and Castiel were before him, each having traveled from their own direction, but there was no conclusion as of yet. No signs nor explanation as to what would happen next. And yet, there was nowhere else to go, either. the other roads seemed wrong, and the notion of turning around seemed equally bleak. So they were at an impasse, waiting for something. Anything.

[iwantyousafe]

Rose had to resist the urge to go to Sam. Choosing him automatically had become a reflex. Now, though, she'd seen his nightmares. A resentment was stewing inside of her, born of all of the things about himself that Sam had apparently hidden. Some friend. It likely meant he was after The Doctor, or the TARDIS, or similar... just like everyone before. Rose frowned, staying in place. Little girls weren't supposed to talk to strangers.

...Of course, Rose Tyler's mind never settled that easily. A few silent moments passed, and she found herself watching Sam from the corner of her eye. He looked tired, anxious. The blonde bit her bottom lip. Sam could be just another liar, chasing a Time Lord... or maybe he just had issues like hers. Cursing her gullibility, she made a decision

[doubtheaven]

Castiel spotted the pair and began to walk toward them briskly. He was glad to see Sam, but his blue eyes searched the area for the other Winchester brother. Dean would be sent here with them as well, wouldn't he? Cas just hoped Dean wasn't in any trouble.

When Rose introduced herself, the man in the trenchcoat looked straight at her. He didn't sneer, but he didn't smile either. "I'm Castiel." He answered simply and looked between her and Sam. It was more of a curious look than a disapproving one.