Comments | possemagnet: louder than sirens, louder than bells.

possemagnet

louder than sirens, louder than bells.

Mar 04, 2011 04:15

Verse: Drumming
Who: Buffy (angelbuffy) and Dean.
What: Meeting a potential partner in the future.
Where: Chitaqua
When: Zachariah's 2014 dystopia.
Warnings: PG-13? Mentions of drug abuse, violence, and character death.
Notes: LMAO I took the liberty of naming this verse because the song was a good muse driver.

( There's a drumming noise inside my head that throws me to the ground. I swear that you should hear it, it makes such an almighty sound. )

who: angelbuffy, verse: drumming, who: buffy summers

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angelbuffy March 7 2011, 20:20:10 UTC

Her back hurt ( ... )

possemagnet March 7 2011, 20:46:33 UTC

Dean stayed hauled in the central cabin working at the handcuff with his safety pin all while keeping an eye out for that future version of himself, or Cas if he was that lucky. He hadn't seen any hair of him or Chuck yet, so far it was just getting blind sided by the impala and given the run of things. He could already tell without much searching that things were bad just by how he was acting. He hadn't seen this side of himself since Dad died.

The audible click let him know all too certainly that he was free and with an ease that wouldn't have been there in any other situation he removed the cuff from his wrist and let the chain link of it gently hit the cot behind him when he tossed it. He was on his feet with seconds to spare, pulling his jacket sleeve down around where the tight metal had left its mark on his wrist. He was dressed differently than the Dean he was sure they knew so when he left the cabin he was quick to duck into another one, this one had beads, and Cas was on the floor surrounded by...

"Cas?" This didn't look ( ... )

angelbuffy March 7 2011, 23:23:17 UTC

Nothing.

Pain medication was cleared out. Which meant only one thing - That Dean must have stored it somewhere else. Her hands went on the empty shelf and she closed her eyes, fighting back the urge to destroy everything within arm's reach. Her back was killing her, he would know she'd need the stuff ( ... )

possemagnet March 8 2011, 16:55:56 UTC

"Where the hell are what? Woah, woah, woah," Dean inched back against the wall and Cas spared a glance between the two of them as he stretched out the knots in his back.

"This isn't our Dean," he mentioned dryly with a mix of something Dean couldn't really place. "He's not him, but he's him.... he's his past self,"

Dean looked from the livid blonde and then back to Cas. He'd already had to deal with Risa today so he knew how bad that they could get. "What he said."

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