Comments | angelsandasses: you had demons to kill. with a gun loaded with guilt.

twoway_mirr0r in angelsandasses

you had demons to kill. with a gun loaded with guilt.

Sep 28, 2010 21:31

WHO: 13 and Dean
WHERE: His hospital bedroom
WHEN: Late at night. NIGHT SHIFT. Thanks, House.
WARNINGS: TBA

( Love preys the living and praises the dead. Bleed well, the soul your about to sell for passion deranged. Kiss and tell- baby, we're bleeding well. )

dean "viper" winchester, closed, remy 'thirteen' hadley

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protectwhatigot September 29 2010, 08:28:28 UTC

Dean hadn't been called Mister Winchester for...since ever. It was always 'sir' when it came to being in his time. The hunter hadn't given much to the imagination when it came to what people thought of him. He'd all but pushed people away. Pushed Cas away. Being alone? Ending up in the darkness? Dean deserved it all. He knew he did. The man from the future had gained back his body but not his eyes or his spirit and he was just ready to lay back and give up. He still planned to do so. Even if there was a chance he could go back to his time -- how could he fight or lead while he was blinded?

"What?" He bit out in anger, voice straining a little as he turned his head in the direction of the door. He was hungry, sure. But he was more bitter at everything else around him. The only person he'd allowed to visit him was Anna. Sam and Castiel be fucking damned. They had better...things in their lives then to care for him. They had more in their lives then him.

twoway_mirr0r September 29 2010, 08:34:35 UTC

"None of the nurses want to put up with you," she replied bluntly. "You've shouted all of them to their last hair of a nerve."

But nevertheless Thirteen stepped forward, she moved into the room- checked his morphine intake and a couple of the machines.

"Knowing them they'd have got you something subpar from the caf. You look like a southern comfort kind of guy, so I grabbed you some fried chicken."

She set the tray down by his bed side while she was next to it. "I know it doesn't mean much, if I survived what you'd been through I'd want an atom bomb to hit this place, but you survived. I guess it's better to live a life of tragedy than live something completely alone and boring."

protectwhatigot September 29 2010, 08:42:07 UTC

The moment the smell of the chicken hit him he was sure he'd died and gone to Heaven. It'd been a while since they'd brought him real food. Not none of the crap they tried to forcefeed him before. "Well, they can listen to me cry a river then." He paused for a moment, leaning awkwardly in to take a bite of his chicken. "Oh wait...I don't give a flying fuck. Let them sit around for all I can." He took another bite, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand as he leaned back in bed.

"Who says living live alone is boring? Obviously you don't know." Dean could never say his life was boring especially since he'd lived the majority of it alone. Or feeling alone. Even while he was in the company of others he still felt alone. When he was around Sam. His men. Cas. None of them helped at all. Everything had been something temporary for him before they found something more interesting then him or they died.

twoway_mirr0r September 29 2010, 08:45:58 UTC

Thirteen snapped her fingers. "Well, for a blind guy you're pretty quick with the judgments."

She moved to untangle a wire at the top of his IV. "I've been alone for a while. Mom died when I was really young. Life was sort of... terminal, after that. Never really had the standard suburbia deal. Work is my life now."

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