( 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

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?

thats a p punk ass name buddy

[faithlessly]

You- [ but he cuts himself off with a huff, expression turning into a glare when spike brings up the him having snacked on anyone. it instantly reminds him of sam, of his attempt to, and somewhere he feels guilt... beneath all the frustration that he'd failed at getting what he'd wanted. ]

Maybe. [ a beat, as he step closer. ] But then, that ain't still anyone of your business, mate.

[allbloodyhail]

[ he sighs, put-upon, but doesn't move off the wall. ]

You're making it my business. Go collect your daily bread from the med lab like the rest. [ not spike but. ugh he has no other option but this suggestion to dean. he needs to find a way to have animal blood on board this is tiresome. ]

[faithlessly]

[ no that's where you're wrong, spike, he isn't making shit your problem. he never asked for you to hang around like a creep and to nag him about these things, never. never mind that he'd be saying the same thing if he was human and knew what spike is, that it's his business to make sure no one innocent gets hurt.

that was then, this is now. ]

You know what? Fuck you- [ is the eloquent reply spike gets before dean's throwing a punch at him, fangs flashing despite what little control he tries to maintain over their appearance. ]

[allbloodyhail]

[ he slides out of the way at the last minute, revealing the wall to dean's fist if the other vamp doesn't pull it. he's weary for sure, but still alert enough to dodge a fledgling's attack. he glances at dean, stepping forward at last though he doesn't raise a hand to retaliate in any sort of way. ]

I don't think you're gonna like what happens if we can't get along. [ one eyebrow lifts, jaw clenched. he's not angry but he's going to be if this turns into a fight. ]

[faithlessly]

[ he aims for that smug face but instead what greets his fist is the hard wall, and fucking hell, if punching that doesn't hurt. still, dean seems more intent on glaring the life out of spike as he shakes off the pain, anger flashing in his blood, beckoning him to lash out further--

instead though, instead his eyes widen as his mouth fills with fangs fully -- too many, so sharp -- and something mimicking shock takes over the anger then, has dean covering his mouth as fast as he can when he realizes what's happening finally. it's slipping, his control, and he has no idea what to do about it. ]

Shit- [ turning away from you for a bit, thanks. ]

[allbloodyhail]

[ spike watches all of this with a bored expression. ]

Ready to listen yet?

[faithlessly]

[ he hates you sfm spike. ]

Listen to what? Your stupid accent? No thanks.

[ because he hasn't been listening up until this point either. ]

[allbloodyhail]

Right-o. Where to then? [ because he's just going to keep following you, dean. around every corner there is a spike just out of the corner of your eye; watching, waiting. ]

[faithlessly]

[ he's so done with you, spike, so done. but then, he's been pretty done with you since he first met you and clearly since punching isn't going to work-- something has to be done. dean just doesn't know what anymore. ]

Is stalkin' seriously the only hobby you have in this place?

[allbloodyhail]

What can I say, I excel at it.

[ it's almost self-deprecating with how dry it is. he may as well use his only real skillset while he has the chance. ]

[faithlessly]

Creep. [ mutter, mutter, never mind if he sounds like a school girl with his grumbling. ]

You should save yourself the mess, it ain't gonna be pretty when I lose my screws completely here. [ since he's teetering on the edge here already. ]

[allbloodyhail]

Good thing I don't deal in pretty, then. [ all the more reason to follow u around dean ]

[faithlessly]

[ a beat, as he pauses at that, and then a little quieter; ]

And how exactly are you gonna deal with it then? [ why can't he figure you out. ]

[allbloodyhail]

I'll do what has to be done. [ which hopefully won't include killing dean, he doesn't obviously say. ]

[faithlessly]

Do you even know how to gank a vampire? [ because that is what you meant, right? ]

[allbloodyhail]

[ spike raised an eyebrow, shoving his hands into duster pockets. ] Am one, so I'd say so.

[faithlessly]

[ ................................................hopefully you can hear the gears turning in his head because boy, they are loud as fuck.

at least things make a little more sense now. ] Oh. [ to put it simply. ]

That's why you've been stalkin' me.

[allbloodyhail]

[ spike snorted. wtg dean. ] I thought you knew.

Some monster hunter you are.

[faithlessly]

[ B( huffhuff. ]

Oh, cram it with walnuts. I don't-- I don't always got time to sniff each and every one of you guys out.

[allbloodyhail]

Us guys, now. [ he corrected flatly. ]

[faithlessly]

I don't plan on stayin' like this.

[ not that he has a plan or anything, but whatever. ]

[allbloodyhail]

[ he glances over, the bored expression still fixed in place, though there's something else crawling out from the depths of spike's self-hatred to greet it. ] ...it's not really a reversible condition, Dean-o.

[faithlessly]

I didn't say I have a cure.

[ well, there is one cure. but it's a bit more permanent than most people like. ]