21: [Video/Action] Dark Side of the Moon
Mar. 7th, 2011 09:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dashboardliteSam?!
[It's playing on a loop in Dean's head.]
Mom? Mom! Dad?! C'mon, this isn't funny!
[The...the Dean in the television had been screaming. For an hour.]
Bobby? Dad! You guys, please! Don't just...don't just leave me here.
[Until his voice was raw. Until he couldn't scream anymore. Until he curled up and sobbed. Dean can remember it distinctly enough. Something that was him. But not him. Alone in a room. It was dark, and quiet. And no one was answering. No one was there. Not even-]
Cas?!
[Dean sucks in a shaky breath, settled in the corner of his childhood room in his old house. The entire kitschy motel room looks like his house, down to the gash in the paintjob from when Dean ran his Hot Wheels cars into the wall, repeating some movie stunt he'd seen on tv when he was four. Cradling a small statue of an angel - one of the only things he found in the room that was completely unscathed, and a gift from his mother - Dean sends a terrified, sidelong glance at a family portrait, framed and hung on the wall.
Hairline fractures have snaked through the infrastructure of the bedroom, the window panes split and spider-webbed, the photographs of everyone close to him torn. His mother is ripped from every single one. Sammy has slashes through his face; white scrapes made with an Exacto knife in anger. And Dean isn't even next to his father in any of them.]
Someone... [He croaks, looking down at the statue of the angel in his hands. Dean can't remember when he first noticed it was in his room, on his shelf, but he definitely remembers that his father thought it was sort of silly. His mother believed otherwise.]
It's okay, baby, it's all okay. Angels are watching over you.
[Dean swallows before trying again.]
...anyone?
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Date: 2011-03-07 05:39 pm (UTC)[She's freaking out at seeing him freaked out but it's hard to tell within the "haven't slept, running on coffee and research"]
Whatever that video said...don't let it under your skin.
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Date: 2011-03-07 05:50 pm (UTC)...That...s'a little late for that.
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Date: 2011-03-07 05:56 pm (UTC)I know. Whatever it is...it knows where the cracks are. But that doesn't mean it's won. Doesn't even mean it's right. Not entirely, anyway.
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Date: 2011-03-07 06:02 pm (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2011-03-07 06:09 pm (UTC)[Yes, because that's the important part. The room.]
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Date: 2011-03-07 05:52 pm (UTC)A lot.]
I've...been better.
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Date: 2011-03-07 05:55 pm (UTC)I mean... since it seems like we're all going through kind of the same thing.
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Date: 2011-03-07 05:59 pm (UTC)[Rachel's good at talking, right? Right.
Dean sighs, rubbing his face.]
...I'm sorry, I don't even know you. What's your name?
THIS IS SO LATE I'm sorry jfkldafj;
Date: 2011-03-09 05:22 pm (UTC)It's okay. xD
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Date: 2011-03-07 06:07 pm (UTC)He's currently lying in a lounge chair at the pool on the second floor. Which wouldn't be so unusual if he wasn't wearing a thick winter jacket on account of the entire room being covered in ice and snow.
The image sways along with the communicator in his hand. ]
Wow, you l--
[ He laughs and puts the device down on a little table beside him. ]
You look like shit, Dean.
[ ...Did we also mention that he's completely wasted? ]
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Date: 2011-03-07 06:12 pm (UTC)[Dean manages weakly, feeling his neck starting to cramp. He's been hunched over for God-knows-how-long, unwilling to venture into the rest of his 'house' should he find something too familiar for personal comfort. He clears his throat a little.]
And you're drunk. Are we done stating the obvious?
[It's not snarky or sarcastic, just...tired. And scared. Terror is an unusual expression on Dean Winchester.]
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Date: 2011-03-07 06:25 pm (UTC)[ He leans down, fishing for a glass and a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's. There's an all-empty bottle standing on the table too. Oh yeah, he's been at this for a while and mind you, the things such a virus does to your tolerance level are quite amazing.
Philip pours himself a generous amount. ]
I'm barely sober at all! [ He blinks. ]
...perfectly drunk, I mean.
[ Pauses. Catches the second error. Giggles and falls back into the chair. ]
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Date: 2011-03-07 06:35 pm (UTC)Making a mental note to go drinking with Phil the next time there's not an event fucking with him, Dean runkles his brow speculatively.]
Dude, you're trashed.
[What the fuck is with all that snow?]
...and why are you in like...Antarctica?
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Date: 2011-03-07 07:10 pm (UTC)[ Philip raises his hand. Some of the icicles on the ceiling are ridiculously long and Philip breaks off one of their tips to drop it into his glass. ]
Free ice cubes and all and- and- and anyway, it's--
Greenland, home of the mostsss- scenic artic lands- landscape and the most pesky virus on the whole- the whole planet.
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Of course I bloody well mean it!
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Date: 2011-03-08 06:55 am (UTC)"Hello? Is anyone in there?"
On Mark's end of things, Dean's room looks like a door set into the end of a long, checkered passageway.
He's encountered a lot of these, many of them locked, some of them leading to more passageways, but he's hoping that one of them will lead out to the rest of the mansion if he keeps trying.
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Date: 2011-03-08 06:26 pm (UTC)Fingers resting on the handle, he turns it slowly and cracks to door to see-
"...Mark?"
Damn, it's been a while.
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Date: 2011-03-09 03:20 am (UTC)He offers Dean a lopsided little smile. He's showing few ill-effects from the event so far; the Midnight Channel transmission had resulted in a sleepless night, but he has lots of those, and he has yet to encounter his first Shadow. At the moment his biggest concern is the awkwardness of barging in on someone's room.
"So. This is the tenth floor?"
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Date: 2011-03-09 06:00 pm (UTC)"Uh. Yeah."
Suddenly, he's not very comfortable having someone else in his...in his house. They could see things. Mark might see what's wrong with him. What's wrong with his family.
"Yeah, this is the tenth floor," He swallows, shuffling a little and looking down at the statue clenched in one hand. "How's-? Um, how's it been for you? So...so far?"
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Date: 2011-03-16 11:12 pm (UTC)Until he hears the voice. Is that Dean? It sounds like it, but he sounds...different, off somehow. He stops, pressing his back against a wall so that he can see stealthily around the corner so nothing can sneak up on him.
He pulls his journal from his pocket and glances down, though his eyes flicker up and away every few seconds. You can never be too careful, he thinks.
He sounds a little breathless, and though the express on his face isn't far from the usual indecipherable one, there's clear panic written all over his face.] Dean? What's happening; are you okay?
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Date: 2011-03-17 04:03 am (UTC)It had been so difficult, and yet far easier than Castiel expected. He still feels a little dazed with the newness of his understanding, of his wholeness. He'd been trapped inside Jimmy Novak's house, unable to leave... until he saw it for what it was, a symbol of Jimmy as his vessel. Jimmy's absence from his own house as his absence now from his - not his, Castiel's - body. Cas had to take ownership of it, make it his own. Just as he had to accept the two disparate halves of himself as both being himself. It was easy enough to accept what would frighten anyone else: his angelic self, flame and wings and towering might. Far harder to accept humanity. To accept that his body is his, and is slowly, inexorably becoming him.
But as soon as he's free of his own shadows and Jimmy Novak's house melts around him, becomes mansion hallways again, Castiel is standing at the door of his and Dean's room, fleet as thought.
He bursts inward through the door, using too much force in his haste. Light from the hallway behind him spills into the small dark room.
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Date: 2011-03-17 04:14 am (UTC)The longer he's stayed here, the bigger the cracks in the walls grow. Long and thick, the house creaks beneath the strain, but refuses to collapse. It's the last bastion of hope - the last thing standing of Dean's home. The last symbol of the family life he had so briefly.
He's seen it. Flashes of it, out of the corner of his eye, in his peripheral vision. Flickering. It looks just like him. But the eyes are an inky, demon-black.
In the corner of his childhood bedroom, cradling his mother's sappy little garage-sale statue in his hands, Dean startles abruptly as the door slams open and someone he'd hoped to confront later walks inside.
"Cas," Dean manages quietly, almost worried. It could come back. It could stay.
"You shouldn't be here."
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Date: 2011-03-17 04:25 am (UTC)He strides into the room, going purposefully to where Dean is huddled. He sees the small angel in Dean's hands - breakable as Cas is not - and gives it a small smile. He grasps Dean around his upper arms, pulling him to his feet.
Close like this, he wants to kiss Dean, wants to comfort the pain haunting his eyes away. But he doesn't. It's not the time... not yet. Kurt's earlier advice to him, to be assertive and take what he wants, to push Dean, also flits through his thoughts. He wants that too, but to have that, to have someone who will push him back, first he must restore Dean to himself.
"Dean," he says again, looking into his eyes, "Where is it? Have you seen it yet?"
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Date: 2011-03-17 04:41 am (UTC)"It's...around," He replies, glancing nervously toward his open doorway, then back down to the statue in his hands. Feeling the crests of his cheeks heating with embarrassment, he turns slightly and tosses it onto his bed where it lands with a muffled thump.
Dean stares blankly at Castiel's stupid, loose tie for a moment before getting the sneaking suspicion that someone else was watching them. Watching him.
And there it is. Leaning casually against the jamb, arms folded across its chest, eyes black as Hell.
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