( 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

[faithlessly]

[ dean looks all too pleased over edgeworth's discomfort. surely, there have to be rules, but it's not like dean knows a single one, so really to get that kind of reaction-- it's all sorts of amusing, really.

... not that the idea of actually being left in this literal mess is all too appealing or heartwarming. he has things to do -- issues to take care of, more like -- had already felt shitty enough without the swamp with his predicament that getting stuck for good would really not add any sunshine to his life. so the sooner he gets out, the better. ]

So an apology, right? For somethin' I didn't do? Whatever.

[ spoken to sirius, though he's still itching about in the swamp like the concept of sitting still is just too hard to grasp. but then, it's hard enough to concentrate on their words with how loudly their hearts hammer this close. ]

You'll-- you'll get it if you whip out whatever magic wand you used to create this stupid thing and un-magic it.

[ because he really just needs to get out of this right now. ]

[doggedly]

[Edgeworth you girl's blouse. That frown of apology is not accepted, but Sirius does his best to move on. It's his first time, after all. He's yet an infant at pranks and swamping people and things; be patient with him, Black. Never mind that he's single-handedly ruined the effectiveness of their threats, he'll learn from this mistake.

But he's distracted from that by Dean's suggestion. There's a brief silence, tinged by incredulity, and then Sirius laughs.]

Oh, wow, you must think I'm a child. I un-magic you out of your cozy swamp and then you apologise. Mate, I've been conning first years with that same set-up for years now, I'm not falling for it.

But we can barter. Say, a general loosening of your swamp, and then an apology, and then I'll set you free. And it's not me you're apologising to, it's Edgeworth, for being such a wanker to him. [He raises his eyebrows, surveying the situation before him.] I'd offer to shake your hand on it, but uh, I don't want to get swamp on my hands, so let's just have a verbal agreement. Are we all in agreement?

[jurisimpudent]

[It's a good thing Sirius spoke; Edgeworth had been about to agree, as that had sounded to him a decent agreement. But at once he realizes that, yes, of course Dean would simply climb out and then walk away...Edgeworth does not consider himself naive, but he is perhaps new to duplicity of this precise sort. New to...well, blackmail.

That sounds really bad, thinking of it as blackmail.

So he nods firmly, tries to sound brusque and businesslike and not at all nervous and uncomfortable.]

There we are, then. A quick apology and a clean resolution. For...

[He falters, then, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the reasons behind their demands. He tries to stiffen his spine:]

For your phenomenal lack of comportment and stunning rudeness. Which you cannot, I think, deny. I am in agreement.

[faithlessly]

[ dean bristles at sirius' laughter, though... okay yeah, so nobody expected that to work, but you never know, alright? still, so not happy about the laughing. but the offer suggested makes him in turn want to laugh long and hearty, especially after he hears who he's supposed to be apologizing to. edgeworth, of all the people on the ship, is the last person he owes any kind of apology to. the dude's been a big enough dick right back at him over the past few months, so fuck him.

and it's about as much as dean starts to say when his stunning rudeness is put to light. ]

Seriously? Y'know what, fuck-- [ you. except he thinks better of it just as suddenly, leaves the words hanging with frustration. they're going to be here forever unless someone says something to appease the anger, that someone being dean. but jesus, it doesn't have to be like he means it or anything-- because he won't. so after a hectic pause, he shakes his head and then looks right at the two. ]

Whatever, fuck it. Sure. Agreements and stuff.

[ so loosen this shit up already. ]

[doggedly]

[Sirius' grin had started anew at the start of all of that. Fuck what, exactly? If it's fuck you, that's more insults, and he would be perfectly justified in deeping that swamp a little more, just to teach Dean a lesson.

But then he agrees, to the terms. That's both satisfying and not. Sirius taps his wand against his knee, almost thoughtfully, as if he's trying to decide whether or not he accepts....]

You sound terribly reluctant. I dunno. I might need more conviction. [But a second later and he adds, cheerfully:] Yeah, all right--

[A wave of his wand, again, and it's like muddy water in a storm drain. Schlurrpt, and there, that's the swamp, a little looser--more like a thick mud than a proper swamp, but still restrictive enough to prevent any sudden escapes.]

[jurisimpudent]

[That's a relief. That's excellent, truly. It's a detente, after a fashion, and a detente is perfect - excellent - because the last thing he wants is for this to escalate into threats of actual abandonment or drowning or anything of the sort. He's not willing to let anyone really think they're truly in mortal peril.

That comes across in his voice when he speaks. More levelly, he encourages Dean:]

Well done.

[Which he would register as condescending, were he less sleep-deprived, were he more rational; as it stands, it seems a perfectly reasonable thing to say.]

Now the apology.

[faithlessly]

[ for a brief second dean's worried that sirius is just going to keep messing with him, especially as he taps that stupid wand of his like it's something to think over. for once he has enough sense to keep his mouth shut though, and soon enough it seems that the decision gets made.

of course, dean doesn't look entirely happy with edgeworth's well done -- no, really, fuck you, buddy -- but he simply waits for sirius to do his thing, which--

which really isn't much at all. ]

Right.

[ he wiggles a little in the mud, feels himself be able to move some but not much, not enough to escape. it's frustrating to no end, and forces him to look up at edgeworth. ]

I'm sorry.

[ there. s i m p l e but it's an apology, right? ]

Now wave that thing and make this shit go away. [ right back to sirius. ]

[doggedly]

[There's another pause, as Sirius taps his wand against his leg again, reviewing the apology--and then he sniffs, dismissively.]

Is that all? Merlin, but you've not often made apologies, have you--not that I'm surprised, great prat like you-- is he due to be released, Edgeworth? D'you think he's atoned enough?

I think it's better than nothing, anyways--and it's a wand, by the way, thanks. Rude.

[But he waves his wand anyways, magnanimously, and the swamp begins to loosen a little more--slowly, dissipating. It's like a sudden platform has risen below the floor for Dean to stand on, and it rises, slowly, as the swamp dissipates, so soon he'll be lying on his stomach as if he'd tripped.]

[jurisimpudent]

[Edgeworth, for his part, is quite satisfied with the apology; it is, frankly, far more than he was expecting - contained no rebelliously muttered curse words or taunts - and, really, given that they were blackmailing him for it, it's really quite a bit more than the two of them deserve. So Edgeworth nods firmly and says - ]

I count that as quite gracious, to be frank.

[And then, as a gesture of peace, he steps forward and leans down to offer his hand, to help him up - so that he'll come out of it standing rather than stumbling and fumbling.]

[faithlessly]

[ it's like one goddamn waiting game, though it's quickly becoming sirius who's dean's real problem. again, he frets internally that the... wizard or whatever he is, won't keep his word, and he's about to cut him off with ruder demands-- ]

I don't care what it is, wave it.

[ when he does, dean feels the swamp give some, before it starts to change and disappear-- and fuck it isn't weird on every possible level, even for someone who is more than used to his fair share of the supernatural. this though, it's magic and not of the witch-y bitch kind.

it's the elevation and unsteadiness that has dean actually taking edgeworth's hand, more than anything, a blind grasp for something to help him out of it-- and a mistake at that. his eyes widen the moment his hand clamps down, around edgeworth's wrist, hard and solid and completely inhuman. but the warmth of his skin is fire, the blood rushing steady in his veins under dean's grip so clear and with such sudden ferocity it has him wanting to simultaneously throw himself right back and away from edgeworth, and to leap at him-- much like he'd intended when edgeworth, and then sirius, had first shown up.

either way, dean yanks with strength no human has. ]