This world is a dark place.

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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: )

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Set before final event

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Romeo had tried to make sure that all of the people who had been hurt by the tower were alright and keeping their spirits up. Romeo's walking was getting better now but he got tired easily and getting all the way from the cafeteria to the bedrooms was a long way to walk.

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?"

Set before final event. All the roommates hit it up yeah? :3

[groovy_mutation]

[He'd gotten used to the way Dean looked by now, it didn't make looking at said face any less uncomfortable.]

... 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.]

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

There's a quiet grunt as Fawkes enters, ducking under the door frame, though the only following sound is his heavy footsteps for a few seconds as he closes the gap.

"Something troubling you, my friend?" He's...quieter than thei initial meeting. He did remember that Dean thought him too loud then.

and thus his death arrives in the form of a trenchcoat-wearing angel of Thursday

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

[ A hurried flurry of wingbeats greeted Dean as Castiel landed at the foot of his bed, breathing deeply. His sword was out, and if Dean was able to see him, he would comment on how much more messier the angel looked, with his windswept hair, untucked shirt and crumpled trenchcoat. It was as if Castiel had flown back down to Perdition and up again to claim another soul and bind it to a mending body.

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. ]