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: 2011-03-08 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: 2011-03-10 02:34 am (UTC)He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
"At least I'm on the right floor now. How about you?"
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Date: 2011-03-11 05:03 pm (UTC)Dean shifts uncomfortably. It's not that Mark's put him on the spot, or anything, but touching any subject that has to do with his house - that has to do with what happened there - makes him clam up.
But Mark is just trying to be conversational, so Dean nods, offers a stressed smile, and replies, "Wasn't lookin' for anything in particular. This is...this is my house. What it looks like, anyway..."
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Date: 2011-03-11 05:24 pm (UTC)He glances around a little, but for the most part it's Dean's odd behavior that catches his attention. He's not looking close enough to see the cracks or the torn photographs.
"Did the mansion...do something to it?"
To you?
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Date: 2011-03-11 05:53 pm (UTC)"It's...not normal, man. It's not right. The, uh-" Dean drops off there, eyeing the door to his brother's room carefully. "...mansion mighta gone overboard in here. S'not exactly a den of happy memories for me."
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Date: 2011-03-11 10:49 pm (UTC)[action]
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Date: 2011-03-13 01:26 am (UTC)He's speaking at least a little personally here--while the event is eager to dump Mark back into his labyrinth at the slightest provocation, he's determined to struggle through it for as long as he has to.
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Date: 2011-03-13 03:35 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-03-13 09:00 pm (UTC)"...You don't. Whatever it is, it's just the mansion trying to get into your head."
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Date: 2011-03-17 05:35 am (UTC)"...yeah." Dean sounds a little hoarse, swallowing. "It did."
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Date: 2011-03-17 03:11 pm (UTC)"I'm guessing they were personalized. To...to disturb us. But they're not real--just another part of the game."
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