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 06:09 pm (UTC)[Yes, because that's the important part. The room.]
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Date: 2011-03-07 06:16 pm (UTC)[He gestures to everything around him. It looks like a five year old's room. And it is, technically. Not quite as nostalgic as he would have hoped, though.]
Did you...thing...say weird shit? About you? And others...?
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Date: 2011-03-07 06:30 pm (UTC)But yeah, it said some stuff.
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Date: 2011-03-07 06:38 pm (UTC)[Dean flails his arm to one side desperately.]
This? All this? This is my house. This is where my mom died. This is where everything bad that happened to my family started. And I can't leave.
[He's only slightly panicked, really.]
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Date: 2011-03-07 06:43 pm (UTC)[Of course, this would require Spencer's definition of "fine" to include zero sleep, caffienated up to the eyeballs with writing all over her walls and being no further forward than she was several hours ago. But she's still clinging to the fact that if she doesn't say it, it doesn't count]
Wait, what do you mean you can't leave? I thought it was only the rooms going crazy. If you go elsewhere, it should leave you alone.
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Date: 2011-03-07 07:05 pm (UTC)My- [He ducks his head for a moment before lifting it again.] ...my room is like a replica of my house. My...my brother's room...I have to walk right by it...s'where it happened...
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Date: 2011-03-07 07:10 pm (UTC)[It sounds like she's deflecting. She's just trying to be practical]
Look, I get that it's hard and I get that you don't want to pass your brother's room for whatever reason. But Dean, being there clearly isn't good for you. And the longer you stay there, the harder it's going to get to escape whatever it is that wants us all like this.
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Date: 2011-03-07 11:41 pm (UTC)[He's not moving from this corner unless something catches fire. Or...well. Bad memories, there. He might just stay put anyway and risk another life being lost.]
You let me know when you feel like walking down bad memory lane, and then take your own advice. I...I can't.
[His grip tightens on the little statue clutched in his hands.]
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Date: 2011-03-08 10:50 am (UTC)It's not about memory. Whatever's going on, I don't think it's about revisiting the past, necessarily. I mean, I sure as hell have never decided to attack my walls with a Sharpie.
[She moves the camera to let him see her room. Every available surface is covered in books, papers, pens and the walls and some of the furniture has stuff written all over it. Some of it looks like equations of some sort (though if anyone tried to figure them out, they wouldn't get any sort of answer) and some of it seems aimed specifically at Spencer and how she's a fraud, second best etc etc.]
Anyway, if you won't leave then at least find something to distract yourself with. Other than whatever memories that house is bringing back.
[She pauses. Then.]
Where's Cassie?
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Date: 2011-03-08 09:09 pm (UTC)Speaking of which...]
...Cassie?
[It's takes him a second to remember that that's what he'd called Castiel. Right, right.]
I...I dunno. [He stupid is that - he can't even grow the balls to see if Castiel's available on the communicator.] Haven't heard from Cassie in a while.
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Date: 2011-03-08 09:13 pm (UTC)Shouldn't you check on her? At least if you could find her, you wouldn't be going through this alone. Either of you.
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Date: 2011-03-09 05:59 am (UTC)[Dean agrees. He's not arguing. But I can't. And Spencer's right - he certainly shouldn't be going through this alone, and he can only imagine what's happening to Castiel.
Worry twists in his gut like a knife.]
...I'll...see if I can't get a hold of her.
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Date: 2011-03-09 10:54 am (UTC)If you need any help, let me know.