yes, set up what you will! :3needtoknowonlyMarch 18 2012, 17:23:08 UTC
[the derelict building they'd started to case was barely recognisable but once you got into a few rooms it was clear what it's purpose might have been.
Chalkboards. The novely almost made the Hunter laugh. But the most Dean managed these days was a slight twitch and quirk of lips close to it. He called down the hall - soft, but carrying enough.]
[Door after door Castiel pushed open and leaned his head inside, examining his surroundings. This was a school at one time. But now it was so dilapidated and old that it was barely standing on its foundations. It was rotting from the inside and there was such evil in the place it was making the angel physically ill.
He frowned, down the hall way from the hunter as blue eyes stared in to the fire scorned class room. ]
This is strange. I sense something... wrong in this place.
[coming up behind him easily, Dean leant in sideways so if something tried to get the jump on them.. his peripheral vision would pick up some movement. He frowned at the appearance of this particular room, though.] Cas -- ther writin' on that wall?
[the angel muttered, stepping further in to the room to stand just in front of the wall. The words were written in blood. It gleamed with dark shadows, having dried over time.]
...The fuck's that? Lucifer? [he frowned a little, stepping in after him. Damn Angel thinking he was invincible out here just because he was from the past --
Dean turned sharply at a light clattering sound behind them and shot quickly.] There! Fuck --
[he bounded out again, looking down the wrong direction of the hall unfortunately so the attacker tries to get him from behind!]
[Castiel confessed, eyes narrowing at the message. Suddenly there was a clatter and Castiel whipped around just in time to see Dean bounding out the door.]
Dean, Wait-!
[The angel shouted when the hunter clambered in to the hallway. He was looking the wrong way, the something that made the noise was going to get him!
There wasn't even time to think, Castiels body moved on impulse. Even though this wasn't his Dean , it was still Dean and the angel had to protect him. Castiel shot out in to the hall , arms thrown out to protect the hunter just in time to see an a blade slam up in to his belly. Castiels eyes widened. He coughed out blood as the wound began to bleed profusely. Oh my father. What was that weapon?
The blackened figure disappeared back down the hall way as the angel fell to the ground, the blade still stuck in his chest. He looked surprised, and scared. Absolutely frightened as he held his hands to his stomach and tried to get the crimson to stop flowing so freely from him.]
[Dean barely had time to turn as it was, but an armful of Cas, flash of dead, angry eyes in their attacker later, he's crumpling to the floor under him. His eyes widen, shock. That thing - whatever and whoever that was - it could hurt Cas. Powered up-Cas! What the fuck --]
No... no, no, no. Okay? NO! [he moved to rip apart that shirt, more red than white now, the tie tossed over Cas' shoulder as he tried to see, dress up and keep the spilling would from getting worse. He glared at him.] You stay the fuck with me, you hear?
[Castiel knew this feeling. He was dying. This is what dying felt like. He was rather familiar with it, having done it three times before. It was never this slow though. Bleeding from the stomach was agonizing. Cas just wanted it to be over.
The angel coughed out blood, face paling beneath the crimson staining his cheeks. His eyes were unfocused, trying very hard to look at Dean. Dean. Warm Dean. Dean who was holding Cas in his arms, screaming for the angel to stay with him. To not die.
Oh Dean. Castiel was so sorry. He wanted to be here for you so much. A blood covered hand slowly lifted to the hunters face and Cas gently covered the mans cheek with his palm.]
I-m sor..ry.
[Cas choked out, voice all soft and broken. The lids of his eyes were drooping down, trying desperately to fall closed]
Rolled up A3 and B2. What is it with Dean and dead bodies?sixthanimorphMarch 18 2012, 17:22:47 UTC
No... it can't be.
[David's seen a lot since he got away from Senna. A lot of pain. A lot of death. But somehow, he'd managed to get through it all without it ever really touching him. He'd been desensitized to violence early. And the dead, well, they were only very rarely people he actually knew. That made it easier.
That wasn't to say he knew how to deal with it. He didn't. Not really. The first time he'd seen one of their own team he'd thrown up. The second time, he'd made an awkward joke and got punched. The third time, and all the times thereafter, he's just shut up and tried to look away.
Up until now, though, they've always been guys he didn't know too well. Stragglers and survivors Dean picked up from wherever and put to work. No different than him, really. Except most of them weren't as reckless as him.
This is different. This is somehow he knows. Knew.]
Jake...
[He swallows back bile in his throat as he drops to his knees beside the body, vainly trying to convince himself this filthy corpse of a young man isn't the boy
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least they don't turn up after he fucks them... [sorry, Sammy, heh]needtoknowonlyMarch 18 2012, 17:26:44 UTC
Get a grip. [his voice is gruff, but patient even with the biting tone he keeps. He can't be sentimental in front of the others, but later... he'd be gentler. The kid was obviously hurting here.
Dean patted his shoulder to have him stand more than comfort as he half-turned towards where they had scouted out.
Hm. It was a little too close to camp to his liking, sure -- but how had they not heard shit? Was the watcher trippin' balls like Cas these days or what?]
Somewhere out there, a hundred Sam Winchesters felt that burn. xDsixthanimorphMarch 18 2012, 17:38:27 UTC
[Dean's voice snaps him out of it. A little. Enough to get up anyway, blood soaking through his jeans and staining his hands. It's not warm, but it hasn't gotten thick yet. Dimly he knows that means Jake's been dead a little while but not too long.]
Yeah... yeah.[He tears his attention away from the body, determined to control his rising gorge. Dean let him come this time. He won't throw up and look like a little kid in front of all these men skeptical about him coming. He won't. He won't.]
[So he focuses on something else instead. Something, anything but the ruined mess that once was a boy lying at his feet.] There's... there's tracks, right? [The ground's muddy, whatever killed him must have left footprints. And he wants to to go after them.]
still... least the actual little bro gets some! < from Dean. [pfft :3]needtoknowonlyMarch 18 2012, 17:49:01 UTC
Don't mean shit. Could have been before or after.
[Dean shakes his head as two of the scouts pass by to get the body up at least. He'd be taken back and burnt - but not before he got a look with Cas. Something wasn't right here...]
Hey. [he glanced at him.] Focus, kid. S'gonna get worse... always does.
You're not one to talk Dean, we know all about that Amazon business. :PsixthanimorphMarch 18 2012, 18:04:59 UTC
Why'd they leave him? Why didn't they--? [he breaks off, unable to say the rest. He can't bring himself to admit out loud what happened to Jake, or to ask why whatever killed him didn't stick around long enough to finish eating him.]
[David moves out of the way quick when the scouts move in to grab Jake's body. He wants to protest, because he knows what's gonna happen to him. He knows. Jake deserves better than to be thrown on a pyre with all the others. He won't get it, but he deserves it.]
Okay. [he takes a deep breath, steadying himself. Dean's right. He's gotta listen to him. It's the only way he's gonna stay alive.] Okay. I'm all right now.
[That's a lie. He's not all right. He's a long way from all right. But he can cope. He will cope, Dean needs him right now, needs him for his good reflexes and his good eyes and his secret weapon. He can feel this later. Not now. Not until this is done.]
different time, Brat. /he's got more sense and taste, he argues :3needtoknowonlyMarch 19 2012, 14:16:06 UTC
'Cause they wanted to send a message, I bet. [it's the grim, but likely truth. Why stop at just killing him? Too clean. Dean watches David reel back in his control and whilst he approves outwardly, inside he can feel his heart's not in it. As the scouts retreat, he leans to him, hand pressed to his arm -]
They'll take care of him. [him and not it. He might be a body now, but he meant something to the kid, clearly. First sight was always a hard one here. As thngs go, David was holding up well in Dean's opinion.] S'go. [they had to explore the area some more, make a bit of sense.]
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Chalkboards. The novely almost made the Hunter laugh. But the most Dean managed these days was a slight twitch and quirk of lips close to it. He called down the hall - soft, but carrying enough.]
Nothin' in here, either!
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He frowned, down the hall way from the hunter as blue eyes stared in to the fire scorned class room. ]
This is strange. I sense something... wrong in this place.
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[the angel muttered, stepping further in to the room to stand just in front of the wall. The words were written in blood. It gleamed with dark shadows, having dried over time.]
It says 'He is coming for us'.
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Dean turned sharply at a light clattering sound behind them and shot quickly.] There! Fuck --
[he bounded out again, looking down the wrong direction of the hall unfortunately so the attacker tries to get him from behind!]
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[Castiel confessed, eyes narrowing at the message. Suddenly there was a clatter and Castiel whipped around just in time to see Dean bounding out the door.]
Dean, Wait-!
[The angel shouted when the hunter clambered in to the hallway. He was looking the wrong way, the something that made the noise was going to get him!
There wasn't even time to think, Castiels body moved on impulse. Even though this wasn't his Dean , it was still Dean and the angel had to protect him. Castiel shot out in to the hall , arms thrown out to protect the hunter just in time to see an a blade slam up in to his belly. Castiels eyes widened. He coughed out blood as the wound began to bleed profusely. Oh my father. What was that weapon?
The blackened figure disappeared back down the hall way as the angel fell to the ground, the blade still stuck in his chest. He looked surprised, and scared. Absolutely frightened as he held his hands to his stomach and tried to get the crimson to stop flowing so freely from him.]
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No... no, no, no. Okay? NO! [he moved to rip apart that shirt, more red than white now, the tie tossed over Cas' shoulder as he tried to see, dress up and keep the spilling would from getting worse. He glared at him.] You stay the fuck with me, you hear?
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The angel coughed out blood, face paling beneath the crimson staining his cheeks. His eyes were unfocused, trying very hard to look at Dean. Dean. Warm Dean. Dean who was holding Cas in his arms, screaming for the angel to stay with him. To not die.
Oh Dean. Castiel was so sorry. He wanted to be here for you so much. A blood covered hand slowly lifted to the hunters face and Cas gently covered the mans cheek with his palm.]
I-m sor..ry.
[Cas choked out, voice all soft and broken. The lids of his eyes were drooping down, trying desperately to fall closed]
I'm s-o sorry, Dean.
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[David's seen a lot since he got away from Senna. A lot of pain. A lot of death. But somehow, he'd managed to get through it all without it ever really touching him. He'd been desensitized to violence early. And the dead, well, they were only very rarely people he actually knew. That made it easier.
That wasn't to say he knew how to deal with it. He didn't. Not really. The first time he'd seen one of their own team he'd thrown up. The second time, he'd made an awkward joke and got punched. The third time, and all the times thereafter, he's just shut up and tried to look away.
Up until now, though, they've always been guys he didn't know too well. Stragglers and survivors Dean picked up from wherever and put to work. No different than him, really. Except most of them weren't as reckless as him.
This is different. This is somehow he knows. Knew.]
Jake...
[He swallows back bile in his throat as he drops to his knees beside the body, vainly trying to convince himself this filthy corpse of a young man isn't the boy ( ... )
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Dean patted his shoulder to have him stand more than comfort as he half-turned towards where they had scouted out.
Hm. It was a little too close to camp to his liking, sure -- but how had they not heard shit? Was the watcher trippin' balls like Cas these days or what?]
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Yeah... yeah.[He tears his attention away from the body, determined to control his rising gorge. Dean let him come this time. He won't throw up and look like a little kid in front of all these men skeptical about him coming. He won't. He won't.]
[So he focuses on something else instead. Something, anything but the ruined mess that once was a boy lying at his feet.] There's... there's tracks, right? [The ground's muddy, whatever killed him must have left footprints. And he wants to to go after them.]
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[Dean shakes his head as two of the scouts pass by to get the body up at least. He'd be taken back and burnt - but not before he got a look with Cas. Something wasn't right here...]
Hey. [he glanced at him.] Focus, kid. S'gonna get worse... always does.
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[David moves out of the way quick when the scouts move in to grab Jake's body. He wants to protest, because he knows what's gonna happen to him. He knows. Jake deserves better than to be thrown on a pyre with all the others. He won't get it, but he deserves it.]
Okay. [he takes a deep breath, steadying himself. Dean's right. He's gotta listen to him. It's the only way he's gonna stay alive.] Okay. I'm all right now.
[That's a lie. He's not all right. He's a long way from all right. But he can cope. He will cope, Dean needs him right now, needs him for his good reflexes and his good eyes and his secret weapon. He can feel this later. Not now. Not until this is done.]
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They'll take care of him. [him and not it. He might be a body now, but he meant something to the kid, clearly. First sight was always a hard one here. As thngs go, David was holding up well in Dean's opinion.] S'go. [they had to explore the area some more, make a bit of sense.]
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