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To make things right, you need someone to hold you tight

Aug 10, 2009 22:18

Day: 4
Characters: Dean Winchester, Service, Poison Ivy.
Summary: For whom the bell tolls; it tolls for Dean.
Status: closed | incomplete.

( Take my tears and that's not nearly allllllllllllll. )

poison ivy, service, dean winchester

Comments 9

hisekigan August 11 2009, 18:20:34 UTC

This was going to be... interesting.

Service didn't know much about his new colleague, other than that she was obsessed with plants, didn't like men much, and was currently pretending to be a patient. That alone made her as odd as the rest of the 'insane' people in Service's book. He wasn't really sure what the purpose of the ruse was, but as long as it produced results, he didn't really care.

Service didn't even bother talking when he came to escort Dean. Just came to his cell with a smile and a nod and swished his way through the halls as only he could. He was very well aware of just how androgynous he was normally, and how much more he could be with effort. It wouldn't take much to convince Dean that he was really a rather flat-chested, leggy blonde thing with legs that went up to there. That was part of the fun of it, really. The staff uniform certainly lent itself to accentuating curves. (Which was good, because even he drew the line at wearing a skirt. He did have his masculine pride ( ... )

deviltrapping August 14 2009, 00:46:46 UTC

Dean would have been lying to himself if he had said that he wasn't a little bit worried about this therapy. First of all, he really didn't think that he was crazy like they all were saying he was, he didn't feel unstable or anything like that, and the trauma that they insisted was there from his car accident was, as far as he could tell, nonexistent ( ... )

greenesthumb August 14 2009, 09:25:49 UTC

Poison Ivy first regarded her co-worker -- blonde and very androgynous -- with silent acknowledgment (and less slight boredom) before she turned her eyes on their patient. A young man, about Ivy's age or maybe younger. Probably going to be very easy -- men always were.

She walked over, smiling at Dean in a clinical yet inviting way. "Sit down, don't be shy." She said encouragingly, gesturing with a hand towards one of the empty seats before she reached towards him and brushed her fingers against his chin. Then she turned, taking a seat and crossing her legs and still smiling, though her eyes were cold as ever.

"Mr. Winchester -- that is you, right?" She picked up the chart again just for a moment, before she put it aside once more and focused her eyes solely on Dean, as if he was the only person in the world she cared about.

hisekigan August 14 2009, 20:05:33 UTC

Briefly Service wondered if he might have been more interesting if he'd been green, or had plants sprouting out his ears-- how were they going to explain away this woman's obvious oddity, the strange skin color? Blue skin could be explained by long-term exposure to colloidal silver, but green? That was going to take some work.

He made a note to take a look into her files. Blackmail material never hurt anyone, except for the people that deserved it.

Service simply crossed the room and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest and rumpling his shirt up enough to give the faint illusion of possible breasts. He'd been checked out often enough to know he'd gotten the young Winchester's attention. He wasn't interested, but the possibility of humiliating him later? Oh God, that would be priceless.

deviltrapping August 15 2009, 02:09:02 UTC

Dean looked between the blond and the... green woman, before shrugging his shoulders and slumping in the nearest chair, sitting back in the seat and crossing his arms as he watched them both. Dean was pretty good at reading people, he knew how to lie to them, and how to say exactly what a person wanted to hear.

However, he really hadn't ever been in a position like this, with two attractive, albeit strange looking women planning on giving him a therapy he didn't need. On the positive side though, to say the least, things weren't shaping up like that one abandoned asylum with the insane ghost doctor performing lobotomies on people... Unless this was like all the patients said it was going to be... Then it'd be just like that time.

He couldn't bring himself to care about any of that right now. Hell, he didn't even care about their appearances, their therapies, or any of the stories that the people here might have been making up. They could do whatever they wanted to him, after he got what he wanted.

"What happened to Sam?"