I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control [Active, open]

[100deaths_a_day]

Who: Dean and Anyone who wants to join him
Where: Kitchen
When: night 002
What: He had a horrible discovery, and now he's gonna check that he's right. But does he really want to know?
Warnings: Language. disturbing imagery (possibly?). Update as necessary.

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[leekspin]

Orihime was learning a lot of new things very quickly. She'd learned that it was possible for Ichigo's darker half to manifest itself physically, and that it really didn't like her very much. She learned that ghosts existed in forms other than the Hollows she was accustomed to. She also learned that she was hungry, and that even situations that fired up her adrenaline and fear did nothing to dampen her appetite.

And most important of all, at the moment, she'd learned that people who suffered injuries were harried by horrible black dogs with big teeth and mean eyes. So when she padded into the kitchen, the faint sigh of relief at being within range of something to eat changed immediately to a shout at the sight of Dean's ruined hand.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Rather than running away from the danger zone, she ran straight toward him, skidding faintly on the smooth floor in her socks as she sailed right past Dean and clutched at the counter for support.

"Hold on! I'll fix it! Just hold still!"

[100deaths_a_day]

He just looks back at the water, and back at his hand. His freakout is running loudly in his head, and it's hard to think around.

He should pull away. shouldn't let her touch him, let alone heal him.

He looks up at her, and blinks a little. "Don't." Now comes him trying to pull away.

[leekspin]

Ordinarily, Orihime could respect the wishes of someone who didn't want to be healed. But in this case, she just couldn't. When the consequences were that dire, and that violent, she knew she'd much rather have a stranger be angry with her than torn to shreds by horrible dogs.

"I won't hurt you," she said quickly, holding up her hands. "I won't even touch. Just...there...please."

Two petals from each of her six-petaled hairpins were missing. She'd put up a small oval shield over his arm, rejecting the damage as hard as she dared. If she could just reverse it enough that it wouldn't count as an injury, that would be good enough, but if he actually held still she'd be able to reverse all of it.

[100deaths_a_day]

Too late, 'hime, that's how he got in this mess in the first place |D

When the damage was pretty much gone, he pulled away. "Thanks... I guess." It seemed like what he should be saying, thanking for her for taking away the damage.

He ran the hand she just healed through his hair. "Sorry, I'm just.... a little out of it, I guess." UNDERSTATEMENT.

[was_a_hunter]

After getting enough sleep to be able to function properly, Mary started walking the halls again; just more wary now that she had a half decent knowledge about just how bad some of the creatures were. Watching the floor as she walked, she listened closely for anyone or anything that might be stalking the inhabitants of the house.

Pushing the door to the kitchen open, she smiled as she saw Dean...a smile that faded as she saw the towel that was on his arm. Did he get hurt? Swiftly crossing the floor, she reached up to touch his arm only to pull back suddenly. What if she hurt him more? She didn't even know what was wrong.

"Dean? What...What happened?"

Whatever it was, she could probably find a few bandages or what else was needed.

The thing that worried her most though? No blood in the hallways and there was no one else in here besides her. She refused to think he did it to himself.

[100deaths_a_day]

He looked at her, and then his arm. How the hell was he supposed to tell his mom...

He took a deep breath, and resisted the urge to just punch his fist - injured or not, he didn't care - through the wood. But he turned away.

"It's nothing."

[was_a_hunter]

Seriously? Putting a hand on her hip, she stared at the back of his head.

"Dean, you're not four anymore. Let me see."

She wasn't taking this, not when her baby was hurt. Deal with it Dean, you'll be 80 and still be her baby.

[100deaths_a_day]

He closed his eyes, and shook his head. He still didn't turn.

"Don't. Please." He hated how on the edge he sounded, how the last word broke a little. He needed time to deal with this himself.