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collegedropout) wrote2013-08-12 09:53 pm
collegedropout) wrote2013-08-12 09:53 pm
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IC Contact.
"This is Sam -- just leave a message, I'll get back to you."
"This is Sam -- just leave a message, I'll get back to you."
Salad is probably less likely to give me major heartburn, just saying.
... You seriously eat fried alligator?
... You seriously eat fried alligator?
Good to know a good meal is regurgitating acid back into your esophagus.
Just try to avoid the weird creatures here that might give you ulcers.
Just try to avoid the weird creatures here that might give you ulcers.
You're a nag. Fine, fine. I'm coming.
Where are you, exactly?
Where are you, exactly?
[Don't worry, it takes just a little bit before he gets there, wearing that frayed coat from his small arsenal of clothing. And of course, he's got the notepad he's been working on tucked into a pocket. He walks over some of the rubble from the caved-in Chinese monument, looking up at it.]
Guess even the Great Wall couldn't keep it safeguarded.
Guess even the Great Wall couldn't keep it safeguarded.
[Dean's armed and ready, standing there in his layered clothing, giving Sam a nod as he gets closer. There's a part of him — darker, less acknowledged — that hopes that the Wastes will be like Purgatory, with dangerous creatures all around and nothing to do but hack and slash at them. The more time Dean spends here, the more he wants something like that again. Something that makes more sense than what they've been doing, sitting around and playing nice, knowing that most of their neighbors are dangerous. Dean's already heard of a vampire that's been pestering someone — and yeah, he volunteered his services in the event that they're needed, but the fact that he can't go off and just hunt the damn thing once and for all gets under his skin. Makes him restless.
They have an enemy on which they need to focus their energy, Dean reminds himself. But that progress is slow-going, and Dean really just needs to burn off some steam. So when Sam arrives, Dean's expression is focused — alert. Ready.]
Guess not.
[He doesn't need to ask Sam if he's armed. Of course he is, because he's a Winchester, and wouldn't show up to something like this without a weapon. Dean leads them through a gap in the wall — bending low and working his way out until he's in the Wastes. He waits for Sam to emerge after him, and while he does, Dean takes in the scenery — vast, and shifting. The ground shakes, a little, for a moment, and then settles down. Dean pulls out Ruby's knife.]
We'll scope it out. Take a look around, see if we can find a good hunt. Anything out of our league gets on our trail, we'll turn back.
[Because for all he wants to do this, Dean isn't stupid — he's very well of their limitations and their ammo situation, and he knows better than to throw himself at something they can't handle right now.]
They have an enemy on which they need to focus their energy, Dean reminds himself. But that progress is slow-going, and Dean really just needs to burn off some steam. So when Sam arrives, Dean's expression is focused — alert. Ready.]
Guess not.
[He doesn't need to ask Sam if he's armed. Of course he is, because he's a Winchester, and wouldn't show up to something like this without a weapon. Dean leads them through a gap in the wall — bending low and working his way out until he's in the Wastes. He waits for Sam to emerge after him, and while he does, Dean takes in the scenery — vast, and shifting. The ground shakes, a little, for a moment, and then settles down. Dean pulls out Ruby's knife.]
We'll scope it out. Take a look around, see if we can find a good hunt. Anything out of our league gets on our trail, we'll turn back.
[Because for all he wants to do this, Dean isn't stupid — he's very well of their limitations and their ammo situation, and he knows better than to throw himself at something they can't handle right now.]
[Well, Sam's still kind of blanked out thanks to Dean's door, and Crowley and Pitch's was pretty intense, too; kinda just tired the hell out of him mentally, which is why the response is a little slow on the uptake. When should he admit to Dean what he saw? Dean knows what's in his door by now, but...
He sends it after a while.
Because this can't be a great addition to the week.]
Wow, Dean, tell us how you really feel.
He sends it after a while.
Because this can't be a great addition to the week.]
Wow, Dean, tell us how you really feel.
[Don't get Dean wrong, he's been riding a pretty strong emotional roller coaster himself, thanks to Cas and Sam's door and seeing Lilith in Crowley's door like that. A lot of shit that should have stayed buried has been brought back up to the surface, and Dean's pissed. And tired. And a lot of other things. But Rei's little phone call was the icing on the cake, and he just wants to bitch about her like she's the biggest problem he has right now, because it's a nice distraction from all the other very real issues they have going on.
He assumes Sam is standing guard by his door by now, and maybe that's why the text came so delayed — busy keeping watch, or maybe he's upset because he had a taste of what's in there. As far as Dean's concerned, they don't need to discus what he saw — or any of it, really. They can just watch ther doors until this even goes away and then pick back up where they left off.]
ok
she's a bitch
He assumes Sam is standing guard by his door by now, and maybe that's why the text came so delayed — busy keeping watch, or maybe he's upset because he had a taste of what's in there. As far as Dean's concerned, they don't need to discus what he saw — or any of it, really. They can just watch ther doors until this even goes away and then pick back up where they left off.]
ok
she's a bitch
[Man, Dean, now's not a good time. At least he doesn't have to look you in the eye, because he honestly probably couldn't.]
You're going to have to elaborate a lot more than that.
You're going to have to elaborate a lot more than that.
[What's his deal? He watched a demon stab his brother through the eyes and he was powerless to do anything. Like usual. And then he went to a pretty draining door full of horrible dark things. And then he forced himself to go into his door and that really didn't help matters. Especially knowing people might have gone in there and seen... all that.
He closes his eyes, rubbing his forehead.]
Door.
[It pretty much says enough.]
He closes his eyes, rubbing his forehead.]
Door.
[It pretty much says enough.]
[Dean assumes that Sam's upset about his own door and only his own door — doesn't even entertain the possibility that Sam has been in his. Trust between them has been murky at best since Dean returned from Purgatory, but they're in a better place than they were at the beginning — and really, there are just some things you don't do. Going into your brother's door is official one them.
...Granted, he went into Sam's, but he legitimately thought Sam needed help. That ended up being an awful decision — and Dean not only regrets it, but feels both guilty and a little fucked up from what he saw inside.
It's not something that needs to be discussed.
But he does know that it must be painful for Sam to know what's behind his door. Hell, it was painful for him.]
need a break?
...Granted, he went into Sam's, but he legitimately thought Sam needed help. That ended up being an awful decision — and Dean not only regrets it, but feels both guilty and a little fucked up from what he saw inside.
It's not something that needs to be discussed.
But he does know that it must be painful for Sam to know what's behind his door. Hell, it was painful for him.]
need a break?
[He closes his eyes.
He has to tell him. Text seems unfair. Is definitely unfair.]
Yeah. Could use a break.
Where are you?
He has to tell him. Text seems unfair. Is definitely unfair.]
Yeah. Could use a break.
Where are you?
[Dean hesitates briefly, because his door is a little noisy from time to time, which makes it a less-than-ideal meeting place. Ultimately, he settles on sending the location — will just make a point of stepping away some distance away from the door before Sam arrives.]
[Sam isn't just armed, he's got a bag with a few supplies, in case they for whatever reason get mauled, stuck, or otherwise lost in a big place full of nature and monsters. Gotta be prepared, Dean. Besides, Sam's kinda a big fan of nature walks. So. Whatever, he's totally prepped.
Though, he is worried about Dean, sometimes. This whole hunting thing... Sam's just not drawn to it. But isn't that how it usually is? If it's hunting for the sake of hunting he could never really put his mind into the game; even when he was at his lowest, hunting was mostly a distraction, a means to an end for revenge. Now, he's just here because he's not leaving Dean to this alone. Sam knows this has to be a little worse off after Purgatory, especially considering... how much Dean seemed to start to like it.
The thought is a sad one. He could never say that, not to Dean, not if he didn't want a split lip, but...
He just nods to his brother.]
Might be able to identify some. [... he grins, good-natured.] look out for the rabbits. Like usual.
[Have you had the privilege of meeting the violent killer rabbits, Dean?]
Though, he is worried about Dean, sometimes. This whole hunting thing... Sam's just not drawn to it. But isn't that how it usually is? If it's hunting for the sake of hunting he could never really put his mind into the game; even when he was at his lowest, hunting was mostly a distraction, a means to an end for revenge. Now, he's just here because he's not leaving Dean to this alone. Sam knows this has to be a little worse off after Purgatory, especially considering... how much Dean seemed to start to like it.
The thought is a sad one. He could never say that, not to Dean, not if he didn't want a split lip, but...
He just nods to his brother.]
Might be able to identify some. [... he grins, good-natured.] look out for the rabbits. Like usual.
[Have you had the privilege of meeting the violent killer rabbits, Dean?]
On my way.
[When he does get there, he looks probably about as good as you'd expect; sleeping in the past 24 hours, 30 hours, it hasn't been really working out. At all. Not with all the things he's been visually assaulted with. Granted the boys have done all-nighters before, so it's not like it's that big of a deal to Sam. Hell, he did all-nighters when Dad would make him research into the night when the other two were on a job that needed lore dug up.
Still, that doesn't change the troubled expression he's trying to keep neutral.
... Coffee would be nice right now. Really nice.]
Hey.
[When he does get there, he looks probably about as good as you'd expect; sleeping in the past 24 hours, 30 hours, it hasn't been really working out. At all. Not with all the things he's been visually assaulted with. Granted the boys have done all-nighters before, so it's not like it's that big of a deal to Sam. Hell, he did all-nighters when Dad would make him research into the night when the other two were on a job that needed lore dug up.
Still, that doesn't change the troubled expression he's trying to keep neutral.
... Coffee would be nice right now. Really nice.]
Hey.
[When Dean sees Sam approaching, he walks up to him to greet him, keeping them a decent distance away from the door, although it's still within eyesight. He's not looking much better, himself, having spent the night at his door without any breaks, thanks to his fight with Cas, listening to the occasional scream.]
Hey.
[He studies Sam's face, sees what he's trying to smooth out of his expression.]
That bad, huh?
[Dean knows just how bad Sam's door is, was forced to interact with Sam at his worst and most tortured, and then the happy child Sam could have been.
This door event has been rough.]
Hey.
[He studies Sam's face, sees what he's trying to smooth out of his expression.]
That bad, huh?
[Dean knows just how bad Sam's door is, was forced to interact with Sam at his worst and most tortured, and then the happy child Sam could have been.
This door event has been rough.]
[Sam raises his eyebrows, face all weary at the thought.
There was, like, ten of me in there.
Not many of them were nice to talk to, either.]
... Lot of ground to cover in there, is all.
[Lots of panicking and reliving horrible things, but hey. He's used it.]
And you?
There was, like, ten of me in there.
Not many of them were nice to talk to, either.]
... Lot of ground to cover in there, is all.
[Lots of panicking and reliving horrible things, but hey. He's used it.]
And you?
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[Yeah, no kidding. Sam's door was like a maze. And pretty dangerous, too.
Dean shrugs the question off.]
Nothing like a trip down memory lane, right?
[Nothing like putting years and distance between yourself and some of your worst memories, only to have them dragged back up to the surface by a few creatures that are, of course, incredibly difficult to kill or ward away. And then having to deal with the fact that there were people snooping around in there, taking a nice long look at those memories.]
Dean shrugs the question off.]
Nothing like a trip down memory lane, right?
[Nothing like putting years and distance between yourself and some of your worst memories, only to have them dragged back up to the surface by a few creatures that are, of course, incredibly difficult to kill or ward away. And then having to deal with the fact that there were people snooping around in there, taking a nice long look at those memories.]
Uh... Yeah. Nothing like.
[This — is going to suck. He just scratches the back of his head and suddenly looks a little too apologetic and guilty for his own good.]
... I saw.
[Sure, that's not very informative, but Brother Language helps a little.]
[This — is going to suck. He just scratches the back of his head and suddenly looks a little too apologetic and guilty for his own good.]
... I saw.
[Sure, that's not very informative, but Brother Language helps a little.]
[Dean's quiet for a long moment. There's a flash of something akin to surprise and hurt in his expression, but he quickly closes that off in favor of a more guarded expression - presses his lips together, looks down at the ground, and then just nods.
It's nothing that Sam doesn't already know. Dean told him about what happened in hell a long time ago. But it's different - being told and then seeing it for yourself. And this being on the heels of the argument with Cas, and the subsequent conversation with their annoying roommate - Dean's already emotionally taxed.
It's hypocritical, because he saw Sam's mess of a door, saw Castiel's secrets too. But Dean can't shake that feeling of betrayal - maybe because trust has been such a shaky issue between them lately, or maybe because the thought of Sam watching him crack and become something twisted fucks with him in a bad way - and with it comes a fresh surge of anger.
When he finally speaks, his tone is restrained.]
Y'know, you've made some shitty choices, but that -
[He looks back up.]
is fucked up, Sam.
It's nothing that Sam doesn't already know. Dean told him about what happened in hell a long time ago. But it's different - being told and then seeing it for yourself. And this being on the heels of the argument with Cas, and the subsequent conversation with their annoying roommate - Dean's already emotionally taxed.
It's hypocritical, because he saw Sam's mess of a door, saw Castiel's secrets too. But Dean can't shake that feeling of betrayal - maybe because trust has been such a shaky issue between them lately, or maybe because the thought of Sam watching him crack and become something twisted fucks with him in a bad way - and with it comes a fresh surge of anger.
When he finally speaks, his tone is restrained.]
Y'know, you've made some shitty choices, but that -
[He looks back up.]
is fucked up, Sam.
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