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This world is a dark place.
Characters: Post!surgery Dean, his roommates, his would-be heroes and killers.
Setting: Room 2-10 | spanning the month, potentially
Format: Starting brackets; flexible.
Summary: Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for Dean. Castiel will be there to put him out of his misery.
Warnings: Results of horrific surgery, angst, character death.
[For Dean, this month has been a waking nightmare. He hasn't slept, he hasn't eaten, it's almost as if his body has stopped functioning the way it should. There is no desire for human interaction because really, what's the point? Between sparse conversations with his roommates (and his brother), Dean really hasn't bothered with anyone else.
...Suicide had occurred to him as a means of escape, but in the end he never went through with it. He doubted Sam would even listen to his reasoning if he brought the idea up. What was he to do if he couldn't see to navigate his way to a ledge? And if by pistol, what would he shoot? He didn't have any brains to blow out. Since that first week of living like this, he's even begun to believe he can't die, simply on the logic that he should already be dead. Is he immortal now?
What a life. He'll continue to sit on the bed and pretend to stare at what he assumes is a wall, until someone decides to try dragging him into a conversation or something. In his hands, he holds his father's journal, that he cannot see. The feel alone is enough to remind him of his Dad, but even that isn't a comfort here.]
( ooc: If you would like to set a thread dating before Dean is killed, for roommate conversations or visitors during the span of the month, that is also acceptable! Just let me know in the subject if that is what you're doing. c: )
Setting: Room 2-10 | spanning the month, potentially
Format: Starting brackets; flexible.
Summary: Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for Dean. Castiel will be there to put him out of his misery.
Warnings: Results of horrific surgery, angst, character death.
[For Dean, this month has been a waking nightmare. He hasn't slept, he hasn't eaten, it's almost as if his body has stopped functioning the way it should. There is no desire for human interaction because really, what's the point? Between sparse conversations with his roommates (and his brother), Dean really hasn't bothered with anyone else.
...Suicide had occurred to him as a means of escape, but in the end he never went through with it. He doubted Sam would even listen to his reasoning if he brought the idea up. What was he to do if he couldn't see to navigate his way to a ledge? And if by pistol, what would he shoot? He didn't have any brains to blow out. Since that first week of living like this, he's even begun to believe he can't die, simply on the logic that he should already be dead. Is he immortal now?
What a life. He'll continue to sit on the bed and pretend to stare at what he assumes is a wall, until someone decides to try dragging him into a conversation or something. In his hands, he holds his father's journal, that he cannot see. The feel alone is enough to remind him of his Dad, but even that isn't a comfort here.]
( ooc: If you would like to set a thread dating before Dean is killed, for roommate conversations or visitors during the span of the month, that is also acceptable! Just let me know in the subject if that is what you're doing. c: )
Set before final event
Of course there was the magical box, but it was in a magical box that they had gone when they had been taken to be operated on, Romeo was scared that if he went in one again it would take him back to the cages. He had a book in his mouth that he dropped when he entered so he could talk.
"Hello mister Dean!" Of the eight of them mister Dean was hurt the worst Romeo thought. It scared him, because his whole face had been taken but he wasn't scared of mister Dean, just of what had happened. He didn't really understand how he was still alive and out of everyone it was hardest to keep his Spirits up. Piccolo was riding on his head, between the antlers.
"Do you like stories mister Dean?"
;u;
"Hey, Romeo. What kinda stories you got?" He knew plenty of stories, none that he particularly cared for because most of them were either proven fake or just too silly. Or on occasion, true stories that were never as pretty as the picture book suggested.
;;
"It's got a dragon in it as well, and a princess. I can read it to you if you like but you need to turn the pages." They had to work together, so that they could do things even if the bad people had made things very difficult for them.
and then dean's paid ran out and no more piehole icons :<
"Alright, tell me when to turn, then."
Sad times ;;
"Okay, the story is called the Bravest Knight, you can turn the page now."
He began to read slowly, stumbling over the bigger words, it was obvious that reading was a relatively new skill. The story was typical, about a brave brave knight who rescued a princess from a tower guarded by a dragon and everybody lived happily ever after.
Romeo finished and looked up to where Dean's face should have been, "I think our knight must have got lost." He said softly.
Set before final event. All the roommates hit it up yeah? :3
... is that something from home?
[Charles will roll up beside the bed, hopefully not spooking Dean. In just suddenly talking to him that is. He could easily find out if that was Dean's, all he had to do was look in his mind, but really he'd much rather talk to people than dig around like that.]
;u; yes
What, you mean this? [He waves the book in hand.] Yeah, it is.
[Not much of a physical mind to look into, eh Charles?]
/collects and holds them all
Yes, I would mean that. And I hope I'm not prying, I just noticed you seemed to favor it is all.
sob my paid ran out, no more piehole face. pretend it's there
[Don't ask him to elaborate, because he probably won't say much more than that.]
I will always picture Dean with pieface now
[A small smile. Charles had a whole mansion back home for that, but he didn't have anything little that really made him sentimental over his family, probably because they'd never truly been a close family at all.]
You're lucky you were brought here with it then, it would have been a shame to have it left behind.
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"Something troubling you, my friend?" He's...quieter than thei initial meeting. He did remember that Dean thought him too loud then.
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and thus his death arrives in the form of a trenchcoat-wearing angel of Thursday
Nonetheless, Castiel was here for a reason; to end the life of the faceless monster with Dean's voice and body.
Ethereal wings outstretched and unseen, the angel raised his sword, ready to strike. ]
Cas you wound me
Castiel? Cas?
[He doesn't have a reason to fear the angel who raised him from Hell, right?]
It is FOR JUSTICE
[ There was a moment of hesitation when he hears Dean's voice, and he lowers his weapon. The man in front of him was still Dean, despite the lack of a face...
Kill, the voices whisper to him, and he flashed back to the visions. Victims of the tower begging him to end their lives, or trying to kill him instead. Castiel had fought with them, fighting to live.
Dean was one of the victims, and Castiel was there to end his misery. ]
I will end your pain.
A butt-ugly hero appears! (To fail!)
...what's going on here?
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I am Castiel, and I will end Dean Winchester's torment.
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[There's a low rumble as Fawkes' face scrunches into a scowl.] Did he ask you to do this?
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GUYS MY PAID RAN OUT SO NO MORE PIEHOLE FACE. JUST PRETEND.
welp, it ran out just as you dropped...?
[ Ignoring you Dean lalala ]Who are you to dictate my actions? You are not my Father, and you are not Dean Winchester.
[ He stands tall, and there was a flash of lightning as his wings casted shadows (http://i.imgur.com/CG8Gm.gif) against the wall behind him. He isn't afraid of Fawkes, not now, not ever. ]
You will not stand in my way.
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[The flash of light causes him to raise his hand for just a moment to shield his eyes, then he straightens up to his full height, un-hunching. He slowly moves around the room, trying to get between Dean and Castiel if he can.]
You ask me that, yet here you are, dictating this man's life without giving him a choice!
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I brought Dean back from hell, I can throw him back in.
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And if he does not wish to go?