This world is a dark place.
Characters: Post!surgery Dean, his roommates, his would-be heroes and killers.
Setting: Room 2-10 | spanning the month, potentially
Format: Starting brackets; flexible.
Summary: Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for Dean. Castiel will be there to put him out of his misery.
Warnings: Results of horrific surgery, angst, character death.
[For Dean, this month has been a waking nightmare. He hasn't slept, he hasn't eaten, it's almost as if his body has stopped functioning the way it should. There is no desire for human interaction because really, what's the point? Between sparse conversations with his roommates (and his brother), Dean really hasn't bothered with anyone else.
...Suicide had occurred to him as a means of escape, but in the end he never went through with it. He doubted Sam would even listen to his reasoning if he brought the idea up. What was he to do if he couldn't see to navigate his way to a ledge? And if by pistol, what would he shoot? He didn't have any brains to blow out. Since that first week of living like this, he's even begun to believe he can't die, simply on the logic that he should already be dead. Is he immortal now?
What a life. He'll continue to sit on the bed and pretend to stare at what he assumes is a wall, until someone decides to try dragging him into a conversation or something. In his hands, he holds his father's journal, that he cannot see. The feel alone is enough to remind him of his Dad, but even that isn't a comfort here.]
( ooc: If you would like to set a thread dating before Dean is killed, for roommate conversations or visitors during the span of the month, that is also acceptable! Just let me know in the subject if that is what you're doing. c: )
Setting: Room 2-10 | spanning the month, potentially
Format: Starting brackets; flexible.
Summary: Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for Dean. Castiel will be there to put him out of his misery.
Warnings: Results of horrific surgery, angst, character death.
[For Dean, this month has been a waking nightmare. He hasn't slept, he hasn't eaten, it's almost as if his body has stopped functioning the way it should. There is no desire for human interaction because really, what's the point? Between sparse conversations with his roommates (and his brother), Dean really hasn't bothered with anyone else.
...Suicide had occurred to him as a means of escape, but in the end he never went through with it. He doubted Sam would even listen to his reasoning if he brought the idea up. What was he to do if he couldn't see to navigate his way to a ledge? And if by pistol, what would he shoot? He didn't have any brains to blow out. Since that first week of living like this, he's even begun to believe he can't die, simply on the logic that he should already be dead. Is he immortal now?
What a life. He'll continue to sit on the bed and pretend to stare at what he assumes is a wall, until someone decides to try dragging him into a conversation or something. In his hands, he holds his father's journal, that he cannot see. The feel alone is enough to remind him of his Dad, but even that isn't a comfort here.]
( ooc: If you would like to set a thread dating before Dean is killed, for roommate conversations or visitors during the span of the month, that is also acceptable! Just let me know in the subject if that is what you're doing. c: )