( 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.]

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!]

[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?

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!

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?

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?

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?

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.]

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?

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. ]