( OPEN ) lately, lately i've been losing sleep

[faithlessly]

CHARACTERS: dean winchester + ANYONE ( MEANING YOU ) who wants to run into him!
LOCATION: various
WARNINGS: swearing, violence, blood… all the fun stuff. C:
SUMMARY: after an unfortunate meeting with his brother one currently vampire dean winchester is poisoned, hungry and seconds away from completely losing it.
NOTES: see ooc notes inside!

I. ＴＨＥ ＤＯＲＭＡＮＴ ＡＮＧＥＬ'Ｓ ＰＯＤ;


[ the cool surface of the pod feels nice against the skin of his burning forehead. poison, literal to him, is rushing through his system, leaving dean a pile of pain he can barely keep a lid on. his thoughts though, they're a riddle of rage and hunger, dead man's blood a sharp whip of sensation which only leaves him angrier, shatters and breaks that thin control of his further and further. but it's thanks to sam he's this way now, thanks to his stupid little brother who'd insisted on tracking him down when he'd repeatedly told him to back off, to leave him alone. at least some lucid part of hims realizes, that when things had gone wrong -- and they had, of course they had -- sam hadn't hesitated to do what had been necessary, and for that he's glad.

still, it's hard to find joy in the situation, with his body shutting down, ravenous for blood yet weighed down by the lack of sleep and the emptied contents of sam's syringe. and sammy-- now he's run off too, the expression carved into sam's face -- terror, guilt --nailed into dean's mind as the final punishment. yet, he can't tear his thoughts away from the smell of blood, the richness of it from when his brother had started to bleed, can't quite rid his mind of the need for it, from obsessing over finding more.

fuck. ]

Screw you for sleeping.

[ it's a quiet grumble, said to the slumbering passenger within the pod he stands in front of. cas has been in there since the jump, unaware of all the damage that is slowly starting to build, of the control that is slipping from dean's fingers even as he rests here, poisoned. ]

I need you to wake up and help me.

[ the thud that echoes through the space is dull, as dean's fist slips from the surface of castiel's pod. ]


II. ＣＲＥＥＰＹ ＨＡＬＬＷＡＹＳ ＧＥＴ Ａ ＷＨＯＬＥ ＮＥＷ ＭＥＡＮＩＮＧ;

[ one thing leads to another, finding dean in one of the many hallways of the massive ship. maybe he'd searching for his room, too disorientated to navigate as the dead man's blood in his system throws his vision off, or maybe he's picked up another passenger's heartbeat, following it quietly, the alluring sound a promise of blood.

blood, the very thing he craves but hasn't had the chance to taste yet, effectively meaning he hasn't eaten since the jump. it's an overwhelming smell, powerful beyond dean's resistance and he continues after it be the source of it wherever, only now and the breaking down for rest that his disabled body requires of him.

oh, how the mighty have fallen. ]



III. ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ;

[ maybe he's running down the hallway, escaping another scene, or maybe he's leaning heavily against the wall, his entire frame the picture of worn down. maybe dean's found something else to force his attention on, like the many wonders of the oxygen garden… whatever the case, be careful if you decide to approach him.

and definitely make sure you're not on the verge of another bleed. ]



( OOC NOTE: totally open log for anyone to tag into!! you're free to make up your own scenes too, seeing as dean's just sort of stumbling around. if you want something specific to happen (example; someone gets hurt) please let me know! also, if your character ends up suddenly bleeding, he will most likely attack, but if you'd rather that not happen, then he'll get the hell out of there.

all scenes will end with him leaving though, one way or another, and the entirety of this mess will come to an end with a closed tyke+reaper thread. :3 otherwise anything goes. )

Comments

Hallways

[becauseihaveto]

[Abby's read the warnings not to simply wander about the ship, has heard the discussions of people who have simply gone missing, but she doesn't particularly care at the moment. She doesn't do well in captivity, can't stand the feeling of being caged, or trapped, and lack of sleep is making the feeling worse.

She chose the hallways because she's hoping to avoid people. It's a decent enough plan in theory but it's quickly ruined as she rounds a corner and spots someone up ahead. Going completely still, she stares at the figure for a second. It's obvious something's wrong with him.

She should just walk away. She doesn't need... whatever this is.]

Do you need some help?

[Or her mouth can open before her sleep-deprived brain catches up. That works too.]

[faithlessly]

[ the voice snaps dean out of whatever thoughts -- yearnings -- are currently overtaking his mind, head shifting a little to the side as he peers at her, eyes focusing only for a second or two before he's looking down at the ground again.

a kid. of course it's a damn kid. ]

No, I'm fine-- fine... [ he damn well is too, even as he sinks down to one knee, hand still a pillar of support where it grips the wall. his skin looks fevered, pale... picture perfect image of someone who is more than sleep deprived, more than just sick.

go away, kid, go away if you know what's good for you. ]

[becauseihaveto]

[Abby stays perfectly still, not moving, not even blinking. Her gaunt, exhausted features are unreadable, save for her eyes. They light up with understanding after a few moments.]

You've been bit. [It isn't a question. Her forehead furrows.]

Here? On board?

[Now she's not going anywhere. Even if he can do the things she can do, if he's the way that she is, he's obviously not at the top of his game. She isn't sure why, what's wrong with him, but she is sure that she can probably take him in a fight if it comes down to it.]

wildcard || hallway

[coy]

[ watch where you're going Dean, geeze. because you just ran straight into caroline. she doesn't stumble backward, like a good NOT!VAMPIRE should mostly because her instincts kick in. still, she lets out a sound of surprise and almost berates him when she recognizes him immediately.]

Dean? [ there's something different about him, something that her spidey senses tell her is off.] We seriously need to stop meeting like this. [ jokes are fun, right? laugh with her, dean! ahahahahhahahahahaha you're a vampire!]

[faithlessly]

[ careful, caro, or he'll throw you into space.

for now though he barely notices caroline even as they once again all but collide into each other. any other day he'd be damn happy about that -- too happy, even -- but not today. today though, his reaction to her is slower, skin lacking healthy color as he turns back to her, a wild look in his eyes before concentrating; first on her face -- she has such lovely features (and fuck if that isn't edward-y, then dean doesn't know what is) -- then lower...

and a brow raise. ]

Your heartbeat. [ oh my, do you even have one, caro? ]

[coy]

[ he looks like hell and now that she's looking at him, she can really tell something's off. he looks... crazy. and then he speaks what most people would think is crazy but only makes caroline feel uneasy, her eyes almost narrowing as she slowly puts the pieces together.

but first, she needs to play dumb, wrinkling her nose--] What are you talking about? [ she moves to reach out to touch him, perhaps stupidly, not realizing that in their collision, he'd managed to give her a cut on her forearm, which is small but still it bled before it healed.]

What's wrong? Are you okay?

[allbloodyhail]

[ because this is middle school, spike just casually sticks a leg out as dean is running past, idly puffing on a cigarette. when dean stands back up he'll see (though state he's in he might not notice either) how thin and sallow spike has gotten over the past few months. there wasn't much on the cyllene re: animal blood, and that's the closest he's been to feeding since he boarded this one way train. in fact, it wasn't really out of cruelty that he'd tripped dean but more because he probably couldn't keep up if he really tried.

human blood was a big nope, even bagged up, and that synthetic stuff couldn't be trusted as far as spike was concerned. and he is, concerned. concerned about this little vampire that could and what's going to happen when he gets as hungry as spike is. ]

What's the hurry, Nibbles?

so fucking rude spike

[faithlessly]

[ one minute dean is running on pure adrenaline, blindly going down the hallway without much thought or direction, and the next he's flat on his face. great. any other time the fury of words that would follow would be heard by the entire goddamn ship, but this time he just... he just breathes. hands coming to either side of him, he pushes himself up slowly, so slowly, and then turns to see a familiar face.

a familiar face that looks all sorts of worn out... but then, aren't they all? since sleeping is apparently a thing that doesn't happen on the tq anymore.

either way, he's getting real tired of your shit spike, and there's a dangerous air about him once he does make it on his feet. the nickname doesn't help. ]

...I'm starting to get real tired of you.

[ so maybe he should do something about that, hm? it's starting to seem like a good idea. ]

thats his full name

[allbloodyhail]

Singing to the choir, mate.

[ a beat, spike puts out his cigarette on his pants-leg and tucks what's left of it into his pocket. this might get real real fast. ] Speaking of, you snack on anyone lately?

in the hallways of petty justice

[doggedly]

[Level... twelve. Twenty-two, that's the room. Yeah. Edgeworth is with Sirius, of course--this mission of justice and revenge can't be carried out alone, this is the sort of thing you take your mates along for, so there's someone to laugh with you--he could just ask Edgeworth, who probably remembers the room number... Edgeworth knows a great deal, bless him. That's why this has to be done. Because Sirius looks out for his friends, and Edgeworth is a really Good Friend.]

Where are we going again?

[He taps his wand against his leg. Everything about Sirius is usually a slouch, but today he is all mission. Tired mission, exhausted mission--but that means there's a little deliriousness as well, and that gets rewired as anticipation. It's good, getting revenge. Makes a point. Also it helps that Dean Winchester has apparently slept with Sera and she wishes he still would, that would help her sleep, but he's made her cry so she can't. These vague facts come out as wounds, in Sirius' head. There's things that just Can't Be. Someone that disrespects and insults your mates, makes your favourite girl cry and once had the nerve to sleep with her--that's someone that deserves a swamping.]

Oh, what the hell does it matter, let's just put the damn thing here and then you can ring him up and bring him down along this way, and-- hang on, is that him?

[There's someone ahead of them anyways, stumbling along. Sirius squints, his hand tight on his wand. He's not actually spent much time looking at Dean--seen him around, yeah, but not so he could recognise him on sight.]

O fortune, and all, if it is-- is that really him!

Now in the hall of the mountain king is stuck in my head

[jurisimpudent]

Sh - shh - don't shout -

[Somewhere, buried deep under the unreal folds of exhaustion, is the awareness that this is a Very Bad Idea. He's off-duty, so it's not as though he's doing this as an officer of security, no, and he looked up Dean's room on his comm device rather than in the official roster so he didn't abuse security privileges, and back in the office that had seemed sufficient to Edgeworth. Yet he's starting to think about what the consequences of this might be. Dean might go running to Tyke, and Tyke will be furious, and everyone will be very cruel to him, but...

But he's trotting along beside Sirius, and honestly, Sirius' opinion outweighs the opinions of everyone else on the ship combined. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, maybe it's the accumulated weight of loyalty, but even though this is a Very Bad Idea Edgeworth wants to do it anyway, because Dean Winchester is an ass, and because Sirius deserves to revenge himself for what happened with his girlfriend, and because -

Well, because Edgeworth wants to seem cool to his best friend.]

Get - around the corner, there - I'll call out to him, and then when he walks this way, cast the spell. Understood?

[And it's a Very Bad Idea, and yet Edgeworth - exhaustion-stupid and addle-witted - is smiling as he calls out:]

Winchester!

both of u get out

[faithlessly]

[ as a fitting theme, dean being out and about was a bad idea to start with. but that lesson had been realized hours ago, when his brother had found him, when shit had hit the fan in massive proportions that dean had feared. he'd go back to the room castiel had shown him, it's a safe haven of sorts, not something past him and a couple of others can enter. it's where he'd hid until now, where he tries to venture...

but to not much success. instead, he's ended up on the twelfth level of all places, though he doesn't realize it. cloudiness made of hunger, hunger, hunger and searing pain occupies his mind, leaving little sense of actual direction past wherever the smell of blood leads him.

he barely register the sound of anyone approaching, only catches the heartbeats a fraction before edgeworth calls out to him. and jesus fucking christ, if he doesn't have any patience, then it definitely means he has no tolerance for anything the stuck up asshole might have in mind.

turning slowly, his skin is a glistening pale mess, dark circles painted under his eyes by the sleeplessness that plagues everyone on the ship, and a hollowness to has taken over his features from the lack of eating since before the jump. he steps towards edgeworth, the sound of his heartbeat slowly luring his instincts, slowly calling him closer. ]

II. ＣＲＥＥＰＹ ＨＡＬＬＷＡＹＳ and all the fun c:

[swedge]

[ the worst part is that she knew something was wrong from the start.

the way dean looked at her during the jump? the way he refused to text her back? she knew, and she didn't do anything about it. she spoke with sam, true, but that didn't mean they did anything. a promise for action, a 'we'll go find him at some point' but nothing. she can't really blame him either, constantly dealing with the future and what he does and doesn't know. jo honestly feels bad for him, at times. worse when she sees the look on his face and she knows he and dean had a talk.

doesn't mean she's acted, and doesn't mean she blames herself any less.

she should have followed him that first day. but after their talk, that night he came over and they drank and it was good, for once. maybe she took it for granted. maybe, assuming that since that one night was okay, they'd be okay, was stupid of her. obviously, seeing as where she is now, but it hurts somewhere deeper than her chest when she thinks about it. tries to think what could have happened, what she did wrong. because with dean? it's always her. or rather, a combination of her and him butting heads and throwing punches.

and then there's been the lack of sleep, which has just been a real treat for this one. leaving her up all night thinking too much and wondering too much and it's not good. not good for anyone. it's one of these nights that she messages sam, asks where he is and if he's heard anything, and doesn't get an answer. maybe she should have convinced herself that he was just sleeping, and that something wasn't wrong, but when you have a sleepless hunter who is already suspicious, it doesn't help. so instead of sitting around, she heads out. if sam's not going to help her, she'll track dean down herself.

what she doesn't expect is for it to be so easy. but then again, maybe it's about her time that something went right. she sees dean leaning up against a wall down the hallway - not his hallway, but another. somewhere. jo's not exactly sure how she got here, but it doesn't matter, because she's here and that's dean's back (she's sure of it now) and there's no way he's bolting on her this time. ]

Dean, hey- [ jo doesn't speak up till she's right behind him, a hand reaching out to grab his elbow and turn him around. ] You wanna explain why you've been avoiding me?

we like fun c:

[faithlessly]

[ dean never intended for any of this to happen, not here, not back home. but he hadn't had much of a choice, not with the vampire that had forced his blood down his throat, effectively starting up a transformation dean had never thought would fall on him-- would never ask for, not with his line of work. but it had happened anyway, every hunter's nightmare and he gets to live it now.

but that's one thing. the ship, what's already happened with sam, is his current problem though.

not that his thoughts have much room for sam's departure at the moment however, not when he's doing everything in his power to concentrate on willing the dead man's blood out of his system, cursing himself and his brother for doing this to him. it's little help though, with the way pain pulses with each wave of hunger, the need to feed constant by now. it's how he doesn't realize jo's so close until she's touching him.

dean jerks back like she burns him, violent and sudden with steps put between them immediately as he turns around to see her.

jo.

he'd only caught a glance of her at the jump, hadn't dared to stick around longer even if it had been the first time since he'd seen her after spending over a year back home with only the memories of her death as a constant. it had been a shock while memories of his time on the tq returned slowly, yet nothing could have prepared him for actually finding her a couple of feet behind him. ]

Jo-- [ she looks like hell, the lack of sleep written all over her face. but it's not that which has her name stumbling out of him like it pains him further, no, it's just seeing here there; alive and well. alive; with a beating heart, pumping blood through veins which are so easy to pierce, lay under only a thin layer of skin.

he's suddenly another good feet away from her, turning away, eyes on the floor and a hand itching to cover his own mouth. ]

What-- What the hell is wrong with you?

[ go away. ]

yes we do c:

[swedge]

[ his reaction to her catches her off-guard. it's one thing if he was surprised, sure. she half-expected him to jerk around and shove her against the wall, hiss some kind of don't do that because he's on edge and went through hell back home. that's what she expects which is why she's left half standing, half staring at him when he's suddenly so far away from her. ]

What's wrong with me? [ he's not looking at her, and that sets off red flags. beeping signals that should tell her something's wrong, very wrong, but she won't have it. instead, she closes the distance between them, eyes narrowed. ] What the hell's wrong with you? Hey- look at me.

[ what could have happened what did he see is he okay what's going on are just some of the many questions flying through her head all at once. all she knows for sure is that something is wrong and she's going to figure out what. which is why she's reaching out again, trying to grab his arm. ]

Hallways for the creep factor?

[ridesthesun]

[Nomi and the hallways of this ship are not on good terms. She absolutely hates it, and not for the first time curses the dull, throbbing ache that's been growing in her temples for the last week or so. Sleep has eluded the Jedi, and the Force has been little help with getting rest, visions of darkness dancing in her mind even through a Force Trance. She's not paying close attention to where she's going but she does get the sense that she's being followed.

She shouldn't be, not here. And any assailant would find themselves facing someone quite able to defend herself, but that doesn't make the footsteps echoing behind her any less unnerving. Sleep loss, the flickering of lights, and the general malevolence of the place make it a very, very eerie moment even for her.

Her stride quickens until she reaches a T-junction, and she turns to call back]

Hello?

creepy hallway action coming right up

[faithlessly]

[ in the thundering and storm of sounds that echo in the hallways of the ship -- people talking, walking, running, heartbeats hammering -- dean's finally zoned in on one. it's quick paced, nervous in a way dean hasn't been able to sense before, now something almost tangible that would put him at unease if he were human. he isn't anymore though, not by a long shot, and it's the unease that has him picking hers out from all the others, the nature of weakness he hopes to find along with the beating of her heart.

when she calls out, he stops, watches her from just beyond a corner...

and fuck it, if he won't look back at this, wonder what the hell is wrong with him, why he's pulling this creepy shit on some innocent woman.

but for now it's not so much what he's doing that he's focused on, but rather what pumps through her veins. ]

Hey.

[ stepping forward, dean isn't much of a sight. nothing good anyway, not with the too-tired expression and something decidedly off about the way he holds himself, like he's not entirely sure how to simply be. ]

how do u feel about some twilight in the hallways?

[slowest]

[Seth is making his way towards the med-bay; he doesn't have dark circles under his eyes because of the fabulous healing factor, but his clothes are rumpled and his hair is sticking up every-which-way and he definitely still looks like he wants to pass out for approximately 5 days straight.

He's also cupping a hand over his nose, which has started to ooze blood. It's been going slowly but steadily long enough that it's starting to drip between his curled fingers and onto the front of his shirt. His only shirt. Damnit.

He pauses when he realizes that there's someone else in the hallway with him. He can't smell real well with the blood right beneath the nose, but he can still tell something is up.] Uh- hello?

ums this log is purely team edward sry2say there's the door

[faithlessly]

[ oh seth, bleeding all over the place like that. don't you know it could get you in trouble? even with the lack of sleep leaving dean in not so hot shape, he still senses the blood immediately when it's close enough.

and the reaction is instant.

fangs, sharp, long and anything but human glisten in the lights of the hallway, sliding right out from where they normally hide in the gums of his teeth. he's turning then, sees the teenager a little ways down the hallway, sees the ruby red of his blood slipping and sliding past fingers, smells it ( even if there's something off about the smell, something not right ) --

he wants to say run, but instead he's right there suddenly, closing the distance without any effort, one hand shooting out to grab whatever he can reach of seth first.

he has to find somewhere to bite, after all. ]

I. because no one else has

[puppydogeyes]

[It's been a week since Taylor heard from Dean, and her threats to find him haven't come to as much fruition as she would've liked. The hallways are always a risk on her dogs' tracking skills, seem to twist scent trails into weird paths and dead ends as much as they moved around themselves, but she knows from experience not to give up on it. Just to try different angles, take every opportunity that might come.

The perpetual insomnia that seems to be effecting everyone this month has her up and out at odd hours, and while sometimes she pours the time into trying to burn herself into some kind of stupor with exercise, other times she falls into unscheduled patrol routines. It's out of pure luck that her dogs pick up Dean's scent (or at least, it should be Dean's scent, something new and unsettling threaded through it), but Taylor isn't going to let it go to waste, shakes herself free of the daze of repetitious movement and tells her dogs to track as far as they can.

Part of her is expecting it to lead to another random dead end, or just suddenly stop, but instead it takes her to the medbay, the gravcouches. She walks through the aisles of pods slowly, quietly, finding Dean in time to hear the grumble of his voice, watch him hit Castiel's pod. He looks like shit, and something about him is agitating her dogs, but Taylor keeps herself steady, only concern pinching her brow slightly.]

That doesn't work. He can't hear you.

[Let me help instead is right on the tip of her tongue, but she holds it back, needs to see his reaction to her even being there before she can figure out how to approach this.]

8)

[faithlessly]

[ after sam had found him, dean isn't all too surprised to hear another familiar voice announcing their presence, yet another person he'd argued with over leaving him alone. he might be out and about, but it doesn't leave him happy that tyke still manages to find him, actually approaches somewhat even after he'd told her not to bother.

giving castiel one more unimpressed look, he turns to see her, her dogs... and realizes it's how she found him. there's steadiness to her heartbeat, unlike the dog's, which leave dean as uneasy as he makes them. ]

Never hurts to try.

[ he's a mess, much like the rest of tranquility's passengers, though the itching under his skin has nothing to do with the lack of sleep. he'd take the not sleeping thing over what he really wants any day, and the thought alone leaves him curling a hand over cas' pod, to ground himself more than anything. ]

...Guess you found me. [ something bitter laces his tone, something blames her for it. she shouldn't have come, this will only end up like things did with sam and he can't afford a re-run of that. ]

Really, really shouldn't have.

NUMERO UNO

[unparental]

[ it's probably wishful thinking that has her checking the pods every so often when she's in medbay anyway, stupidly unrelentless optimism with absolutely no proof the ship ever delivers pleasant surprises that don't turn ugly before long, rotted at the core.

either way, she's close enough she can't leave without making a scene and even if this dean isn't the same one who told her about sam ( the same dean she told about miranda ) he's still dean winchester, and she can't help clearing her throat. ]

Dean? Is everything-- [ a beat. ] Dumb question, never mind. Can I help?

[ it's hesitant, but jenna steps a little closer anyway. ]

...should we be getting you to medical?

c:

[faithlessly]

[ he had hoped, somewhat, that after realizing his... new self had some qualities that could help, he could break the pod open, force castiel out. of course, the pod is immune even to the hardest punch dean might throw at it, never mind whatever strength he has thanks to being anything but human now.

instead he's left with a still intact pod, one sleeping cas, and an ever growing problem where his senses are just sort of all over the place, a mess of i need to sleep and guess this is what it's like to die from hunger. jenna's voice, at least, snaps him out of his ever growing darker thoughts.

he doesn't know... much about her, aside that she'd known him before, and that she's a vampire of some sorts. both facts that are just downright dandy right now, and as much is evident in his voice as he answers, barely sparing her a glance. ]

Don't think your meds're gonna fix me.

I DON'T EVEN CARE THAT I'M LATE DEALWITHIT.GIF also for maximum hilariousness.

[gothchicklit]

[ Thanks to the exhaustion that's settled deep into her bones at this point, October's not really paying close attention in the halls these days. It could end up getting her killed, sure, but there's only so much slapping her own cheeks will do when all she wants is to collapse where she's standing. Even when she was having trouble sleeping before, it was never this bad. She never felt like a zombie roaming the halls aimlessly, almost praying to pass out on her own two feet. She'd even take a hit to the head if it meant getting some rest.

Needless to say, she doesn't hear the sound of or see someone running towards her until it's too late. Suddenly she's knocked down, flying onto her back, and the sound she lets out is unmistakably surprised. She manages to attempt bracing her fall with her arms but just ends up jarring an elbow instead, letting out a loud ] Fuck [ as she grabs her arm, still spread out on the floor. ]

embracessss

[faithlessly]

[ one minute the hallway is a nice empty thing, with dean a swirling mess of pain and poison flooding his system from where the dead man's blood had been plunged into his shoulder, and the next he's toppling someone over; another thundering heartbeat ringing loudly in his head as october goes down with a shout.

the scent of her is recognizable to him immediately, familiar from the jump even if he only realizes it now. he's turning to look at her, eyes fixed not on her face but her arm-- blood so close to the surface of her skin, so easy to break free -- before taking a step closer.

no greetings this time, and unlike during the jump, dean's forsaken most words in favor of getting what he wants by now. all she gets is an almost eerie stare as he approaches, face intense and focused on his one goal; blood. ]