( 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

following dean around forever whoops

[puppydogeyes]

[He gets angry and she can't help snapping back, running on too little sleep, the overall frustration of this whole thing he's gone into easily pulling her temper to the surface.]

You know I can't do that. Don't be an idiot.

[Maybe going angry was the best way to do this, anyway. Her and Dean had always clashed in one way or another, argued like that was the only way they could communicate, but it had worked somehow. And then it had all been reset to zero, Taylor left looking for all the places where the rough edges had been worn down against each other, Dean remembering none of it.

He clutches at his head, suddenly, and she's half expecting another bleed like so many people have been getting, except no one's had any pain to go with those. She steps in the rest of the way, one hand coming up to touch his arm, her concern more forceful now with the anger pushing behind it.]

Just tell me what's wrong.

such a puppy

[faithlessly]

[ he knows, he knows, and he hates it. there's only tyke here, she's an easy target for his anger, what with her hidden agenda that he still hadn't figured out, and odd habit of always being there even when he still feels like he doesn't know all that much about her. she's just there, always offering her help and now that he needs it she can't do it.

there's light pressure on his arm then, the simple contact snapping him out of his thoughts, as she's suddenly close, having taken in the gap between them without him even realizing it. everything about her is so loud this close, but he doesn't jerk back, not when the rush of her blood is deafening as it is soothing. it's all disorientating one way or another, and before he has any thought about it, the fangs are sliding right out, crowing his mouth where normally blunt human teeth lie.

she wanted to know what's wrong, well, there it is. his voice is quiet then, barely in control while his hand curls to a fist at his side. ]

You need to step back, Tyke.

[ right now. ]

key to my characterisation tbh

[puppydogeyes]

[If there was one thing she was never expecting from Dean Winchester, a mouth full of fangs might just be it. She takes the step back without question, some part of her fully remembering when he used to give the orders, when he got that tone in his voice and the time to be stubborn and argue it out was over. Her dogs are shifting defensively around her feet, like they're ready to attack at the slightest provocation, but Taylor still just looks concerned.

She knows a few things about Dean's world. Some of what he's been through. She won't ever pretend she knows the full picture, but she's had glimpses, ones he'd given her, ones Castiel has told her. She doesn't know what this is, she just knows it's bad, and it's pretty definitely what's fuelling this whole thing he's trying to do. But he still needs help, and she isn't going to be scared off by some pointy teeth.]

What happened?

perfect :3

[faithlessly]

[ he should be on guard, and is, but the moment she steps back he feels the slightest spark of relief. not that the way her dogs come around her is anything but unnerving, but he'll deal with that if it comes down to it. the relief is mixed with something he wasn't quite expecting, something that only makes itself known, however slight the feeling is, with her simple question.

dean feels lighter, just because he'd finally forced himself to say it and, well, she hasn't gone for his head yet. it's a better reaction than he could have asked for. ]

Vampire hunt. Just a goddamn normal vamp hunt, except shit went wrong.

[ and here's the end result. ]

Next thing I know, back in space. [ which has resulted in a whole new set of problems. but one step at a time. ]

[puppydogeyes]

[On a list of creatures that could turn other people, vampires should've probably been her first guess. But she's been on the ship too long to make any assumptions on what she was dealing with at any one time. Dean could've been effected by something she'd never even heard of before, unique to his world. As it is, she thinks his world's version of vampire went overkill on the teeth.

But vampire was familiar, manageable. Systems already in place, just had to be tweaked to fit individual needs. It doesn't make it easy. Nothing's going to make it easy. It's Dean, and she knows this has got to be one of his worst nightmares, hunter turned into what he hunted. But it could be better than what he's trying to do, shutting the walls down, running away.]

There are other vampires here, Dean.

[She says it steady, careful, aware she's stating the obvious, that he knows this already. But maybe he needs it said, so he can take it one step at a time away from acting like this.]

You haven't got to tell anyone, but you don't need to hide away.

[faithlessly]

[ he's forcing the fangs back, hates how they feel in his mouth all sharp and too many. it's still disorientating just being this close to tyke, even after she's stepped back, but he manages because she gives him something to anchor himself to; her words. they're... not quite what he wants to hear, but they give him focus.

and a reason to scoff. ]

Screw 'em six ways to hell. I'm a hunter, I'm not exactly supposed to be like this. [ turned into the thing he hates the most. it's one massive, cosmic joke he wanted no part in. ] It ain't right, it ain't me.

[ nobody signs up for a life as a vampire, dean knows as much, but there's a difference here, he can choose to not continue it. which is why, after a beat, he brings up the last topic he really ever wanted to. ]

Sam refused to do the necessary.

[puppydogeyes]

[He's still Dean. He's obviously still Dean, still belligerent and stupid and trying to do the right thing. Having a load of teeth in his mouth and a need to drink blood doesn't change that, and she's about to point that out when he adds that last bit, and it suddenly feels a lot like he just punched her in the gut.]

The necessary.

[She repeats it, a little dumbly, like she needs some clarification. But it's obvious in her face that she knows exactly what he means, looking more shocked, scared, now than when he'd suddenly flashed fangs at her.]

[faithlessly]

[ the look on her face makes it clear enough that she gets what he means, and dean's glad. it's not the nicest things to say to anyone, even if this is tyke and for all he knows -- even with all her weird caring -- she might have no problem with it.

of course, the way she just repeats it suggests otherwise, leaves him to sigh but not let up on that hard expression on his face. ]

Yeah. I'm not doin' this any other way.

[ it's always been like that; no ifs or buts if you get turned. ]

this is really late but I wanted to do this tag, feel free to drop if it's easier ;;

[puppydogeyes]

[It's ice in her stomach, running through her skin. That he could have been dead already, if Sam had agreed to it, if Dean had found someone else willing to listen and do the necessary. He could have been dead and she never would have known this was behind it, his stubborn hunter pride and everything that went with it.

It's another second of silence, but then all that fear in her gut turns the only way she knows: anger. Enough anger to curl her expression, turn her eyes hard and have her lips pulling back from her teeth with every word, stepping back into his space like she's forgotten why she had to back away from him in the first place.]

So you're giving up? [That's all it is, what he's talking about. The easy way out.] One bad thing happens to you, doesn't change jack shit, and you're thinking about getting yourself killed. Did getting bitten rot your brain as well? Cause I know you can be a stupid, pig-headed asshole sometimes but--

[She cuts off, an abrupt realisation halting the train of attack. The pieces suddenly clicking together: how pale he looked, more than insomnia pinching at the skin around his eyes. Stubborn. Absolutely stubborn to the point of thinking dying was better than being a vampire.]

You haven't even fed, have you? You've got a fucking medical bank full of free, safe blood, and you're starving yourself.

i'm late too 8]

[faithlessly]

[ dean visibly tenses the moment she steps closer, hands curling back into fists at his sides but refusing to move, to back down. the request isn't anything that should shock anyone, he thinks, and fuck 'em if it is. ]

Doesn't change shit? What the fuck're you on, Tyke, this changes everything. [ but he's biting back the words about the same time she seems to draw back her own anger. it does change everything, he can't be on this ship if this is what it's always going to be like, he can barely fucking control himself around her as it is, and--

and the mention of the blood bags has him huffing a strained laugh. ]

Because I ain't drinkin' that shit, damn it. I don't want- [ it never matter what he wants, and he almost leaves the rest unsaid... ]

I don't want to be like this.