the birth of a new verse: shock shock horror. with slains

[chainedtoacomet]

Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue.
You should have raised a baby girl, I should have been a better son.
If you coddle the infection, they can amputate at once.

There was a blinding light that degraded the eyes of everyone at the refugee camp. It penetrated windows, and the earth shook with a desperate but nostalgic plea.

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[slains]

Dean never needed to tell anyone that Heaven had abandoned them -- they all knew from the way the world was and the losses they all had to deal with. The only real thing they had going for them was their leader and their second-in-command. It was the only thing keeping Dean even a little bit sane at that point as a cigarette hung from his lips as he searched the map for places they hadn't searched for the Colt. He needed to find it, just as he needed to make sure that they were safe. People relied on him to make sure they didn't end up the next person with a bullet through their head and for the most part? He did so amazingly. Without fail, Dean was the person that seemed to be destined to take care of the remainder of their civilization just as he seemed destined to make sure that they won in the end. Even if he was beginning to think he wasn't even that person. Needless to say, he had his regrets

[chainedtoacomet]

The past few years Jimmy had been completely locked away in his pscyhe. He wasn’t privy to all of the information that Castiel stored anymore. He had been degraded into just his meat suit, just the thing he used to get around. He didn’t know the answer to the questions Dean was asking. He wasn’t even sure where he was, or what on earth was going on, but when Dean hooked his thumb into his open wound Jimmy arched his back and cried out. Tears streamed down his face and he bellowed out the hunters name. He could see the people around him, he felt like a spectacle. He was stripped down to the very bare minimum of himself and it was like people were watching it. Watching him stumble over himself mentally and emotionally

[slains]

Dean wasn't hardly going to spare him the details now. He may have been a badass leader, but most of the time he was merciful when he needed to be. The hunter stood over the former vessel, wiping his hand off on his jeans without little care of the pain he'd caused him. At least visibly. Dean never was one who ever liked seeing someone in pain even if he knew they deserved it but now he didn't really know who deserved them or not. Jimmy Novak didn't deserve pain, nor did he deserve this as he moved to help Jimmy up. He didn't feel the need to make the schmuck walk, he picked him up. Glowering at the growing crowd before he started back to his cabin with Jimmy in his arms as he moved to set him on the cot the moment he kicked down the door and tore at his clothes exposing the bullet wound

[chainedtoacomet]

Maybe Jimmy trusted too much. The man had just hurt him, blatantly hurt him, but when he picked up Jimmy didn’t fight. Quite the contrary. He submit to the man’s touch, trusting him because he had nothing and no one else to put his faith in- not now. By the time he reached the cot it was already getting progressively harder to breathe. He leaned on his good side away from the bullet wound and allowed Dean to vapidly strip him of what clothes he was wearing. He couldn’t keep his mind on any one topic, his thoughts were jumping from one topic to the next and going off on deep rooted tangents. He could sense, within himself, within Dean that something was very wrong here. He just didn’t know what. He couldn’t deduce anything, so he gave up. His head hit the cot and he released a shuddering breath