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

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. ＴＨＥＤＯＲＭＡＮＴＡＮＧＥＬ'ＳＰＯＤ;

[ 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. ＣＲＥＥＰＹＨＡＬＬＷＡＹＳＧＥＴＡＷＨＯＬＥＮＥＷＭＥＡＮＩＮＧ;

[ 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. )

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[ caroline's not exactly pleased as punch to have been attacked, honestly. and she's wary of him, wondering if he's a werewolf, some sort of freaky werewolf because there's no reason he's a vampire or a hybrid.

she clutches her arm to her chest, still backing away from him slowly because she knows enough not to try to run from a rabid animal. sorry, you look rabid, dean with all that blood.

that is, until he mentions vampires.] You're not... you're turning into a vampire? [ okay, she's quick to play the dumb human.] But that's impossible. Don't vampires have, like, two pointy teeth--- wait, why am I even here talking to you? You attacked me. There's nothing wrong with me, there's something wrong with you!

[ he sees the way caroline keeps backing away, can't quite blame her for doing so. hunger still twists his insides viciously, but after the taste of her blood... there's really no way he's going in for more. he almost wants to apologize, but... well, that's hard enough when he's human, why even bother trying when like this. ]

Next you'll tell me to put on a freakin' cape and to sleep in a coffin, right? [ vampires with two pointy teeth sound so... fairytale to him. if only he knew, right?

and then he laughs, the sound short, forced and strained. ]

You seem perfectly okay for someone who was just attacked.

[ where's the scar, caro? ]

Okay? [ the defensiveness is real this time.] You attacked me. I'm not okay. [ another step back, her fingers staying around her arm stained with blood that's already starting to dry.]

I'm in shock because you're saying you're a vampire. Which is insane.

Then why ain't you runnin'? [ dean finally seems to focus, forgetting about the blood -- or pushing it aside -- in favor of taking a step towards her, voice hard. ]

You're not human. You don't taste it.

[ #things hunters wish they never have to say ]

Because something's wrong with you and you need help before you hurt someone else. [ one step forward for him equals three steps back from him, especially given his look, his voice. she laughs, bitterly.]

Okay, whatever's happening to you is affecting your brain.

[ scoff. ] What I need-- [ is blood. ] Is for you to tell me what you are.

[ the last word comes out more like a snarl that anything, spat at her viciously. yeah, the vampire blood, the thing that's twisting him into this, it's affecting his brain. but she's giving him something to focus on; her. be it dangerously unfair or not. ]

[ if she had chill pills, she'd fling them all at him. as it is, there's no such thing as a chill pill, not really, so she's just taking another step back with wider eyes, only to hit a wall.]

I'm a person who you just bit and you need to back off. [ because if he comes at her again, she will defend herself with the vampy gifts she's got.]

[ he's starting to think you're the one who needs 'em here, caroline. the moment her back bumps against the wall, he moves. it's fast, just like before, meant to gap in the distance she's put between them. ]

I don't think so, liar.

I said---[ well, that's it, she's not about to be bitten again because for all she knows, his bite could affect her like a werewolf's or worse. so she uses the strength she's got, hands going to his chest as she means to shove him away from her.] back off.

[yeah, no cheerleader is that strong. no bodybuilder is that strong. and well the sort of hissing sound her voice takes as she speaks might give it away if the way her fangs pop out didn't already. and if she can, she's going to push him up against the opposite wall by the neck and shoulder.]

[ he expects something but not quite that. there's nothing human about caroline's strength, nothing at all. and it knocks the breath out of him with a grunt as he goes slamming into the other wall, her hand curled around his neck and shoulder, his going to her wrist immediately. ]

Jesus fuck-- [ a beat, but then he smirks, even if only a hint. ]

Knew it. Freakin' knew it.

[ cat's out the bag and then some. ]

Shut up, I don't want to hurt you. [ she wishes she knew what he was because if he was just a vampire, she'd snap his neck and then carry him off somewhere to get help. like the space police or someone. but she's not about to kill him even if he's being a total ass-slash-bitey jerk.

she pushes him against the wall again for emphasis, to prove she is stronger than him.] Are you going to bite more people or hurt anyone else?

I'd like to see you try, sweetheart. [ even if she is stronger, which-- is almost funny, because boy, when did the tables turn? all the same, he has the proof he wanted now, even if the taste of her blood could have been enough.

he's shoving at her grip right up until she pushes, stilling once again. ] Should be askin' yourself that, you-- you're the one holdin' me, and all.

[ if someone were to walk by now, what would they think? ]

[ she rolls her eyes at the macho act because she is stronger than him and thinks she probably will be considering she's a vampire and he's... whatever he is. either way, she's been a vampire longer which gives you some sweet seniority thing or something.

right? that's what twilight says, okay?]

I'm holding you because you attacked me and you're clearly having some weird cravings for blood. I'm making sure you're not going to hurt someone.

[ shove that seniority right up there, caro. while it's probably true -- there's an alpha vampire where he comes from and all, kinda spells out boss -- dean wouldn't hesitate to kick her ass right into space.... if he actually could. sure he knows the abc's of ass-kicking quite well, but after too many days of no sleep and not a drop of the blood he needs, he's not doing too hot on the whole physical side.

still, he snorts. ]

We all have our vices, right? Makes me wonder what yours is? Should share with the class.

[ beat. ] S'a little late for that, anyway. [ his voice loses some of that mirth when he thinks about sam. ]

[ she shudders because what he says makes him sound like damon. and ew.] Drinking blood isn't a "vice". [ it's a curse she lives with and has control over but she's seen others lose control.]

Well then I can't let you go, if you're going to hurt more people.

[ a vice dean would easily kill a vampire for. and yet right now, it seems like the most natural thing to do, just like eating and drinking would as a human. he lets the comment slide though... ]

We'll see 'bout that-- [ which is followed by a kick, hard and rough-- and in hope of catching her just right for her hold to at the very least weaken. ]

[ she foolishly doesn't anticipate the kick and it's enough to knock her back, her grip just loosening enough that if he moved quickly, he'd be able to break free of it.]

[ which is exactly he ends up doing, the first chance he gets. no way he's gonna spend more time being trapped by some monster of the week chick, thanks. it's only once there's enough space between them that he turns back to her. ]

You wanna try that again or are you finally gonna spill the beans on what you are? Or do I gotta force it outta you?

I'm not what you are. [ She spits out, taking four steps back, ready to run.] I don't attack people randomly and try to drink their blood. [ Not anymore, that is. She only did it once because she didn't know what was happening to her.]

[ they're not so different, are they. he knows what's happening, some part of him hates it more than he can say, yet there's little control left to stop it all. ]

You do something, and you ain't leavin' until I figure out exactly what that is, sweetheart.

[ she laughs at that, shaking her head, already moving backward.] I'm stronger than you, probably faster, and you can't keep me here.

[ she's right, but ain't a few fangs going to change dean's habit of talking big. ]

Maybe, but I do this shit for a living.

Hurt people with your weird teeth?

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