hello, dean. what were you dreaming about?

[venatical]

Who: Dean Winchester and you!
When: Day 86-88
Where: Dreamland.
What: Dean goes to sleep with the intention of getting back to that city, which leads to some potential for lucid dreaming! Check the comments for scenarios. If you want something specific, let me know!

Warnings: Blood, light gore, talk of torture.

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[venatical]

Dean grins, pleased and a little proud, but mostly he likes the surprise. He doesn't often challenge peoples' perceptions of him because usually that matches up with the exact thing he wants them to be seeing anyway, but sometimes it's fun. And maybe lately he's getting tired of being hung up about some things. Sam going to Hell and coming back, Cas going darkside and dying and coming back, Bobby dying. There's too much death to get hung up on stuff that doesn't matter.

Look at Charlie. She's a total nerd and gay and a total badass even when she's freaking out.

Now his smile's turning all sappy, and while he's making strides in being okay with shit he still doesn't want to talk about feelings for no reason. Christ, they're just eating burgers. Because Dean has one now too, and his dream stomach is grateful.

And that's when an obscured figure rushes through his yard. It's sort of like the ones from the crystal dream, though colored by Dean's memory of them, since this is his reminder to himself of what he was trying to do.

"Hey," he says, mouth full until he swallows it down. "You see that?"

[intraining]

See, the thing about this dream that's slowly starting to seep its way into Charlie is just the calm of it. It's easy, it's happy, and it isn't really something Charlie assumes Dean thinks about. Which is a nice change of pace, really.

She only catches the last half of that sappy smile, though, because she's a little concerned with how amazing this burger is. It's just the tail end, before Dean's looking somewhere off behind Charlie and the smile drops.

"Huh?" Also in the middle of a bite, she tries to swallow it before realizing she didn't chew enough and ends up coughing. Just give her another minute or two to gather herself up here, Dean. She'll be right with you. "See what?"

[venatical]

Dean doesn't think about this kind of calm. Dean dreams about it, but he doesn't think about it. He had his chance for it once, with Lisa, and it'd been nice but it'd also convinced him that his ship had sailed for life like this. No matter how much he thinks he might've wanted it, doesn't matter. This is where he can get it now, in dreams. He's glad Charlie's here though.

By the time she's caught up, Dean's reaching for something, anything, and now he has a butcher's knife and a fighting position as he steps forward, his hand brushing Charlie's arm as he prepares to protect her if he has to. Another figure rushes past, head down and not looking at them, before it disappears into the neighbor's yard.

"That," he says, pointing with the knife. "Didn't invite him to a picnic."

[intraining]

The knife puts her on edge, but more in the 'step closer to Dean because your hands are currently holding a burger' kind of edge. Charlie didn't catch the person the first time, but with Dean pulling her back and sees the figure pass through the backyard and move on to the next.

It's kind of terrifying, and immediately makes Charlie lose her appetite, so she'll put that burger down and pick up...a spatula. At least she's armed.

"I didn't send him an invite. Did you?"

[venatical]

He's worried about that spatula non-defense, but hopefully it won't even matter because he'll get her out of the way if anything bad happens. It's his dream though, so he could totally turn anything bad into like, the Hamburgler or something, right? That makes him feel a bit better; he'd maybe almost forgotten already that he was dreaming.

"Nope. Let's go check out the party." He moves toward the neighbor's yard, going slowly even still. His dreams aren't always nice places.

[intraining]

Dean, do not judge her choice in weaponry. She used what she could find and if they do end up meeting some rioded-up version of the Hamburgler, she's got this. For now, though, she's just going to follow a couple of steps behind him.

"Where are they even coming from?"

[venatical]

"No clue, but we're going to find out." He leads them both toward the yard, and gradually their surroundings start to change from a yard to streets and then there are buildings made of crystal, shining in the sunlight. The figures are here, not looking at either Charlie or Dean.

"Looks like Creep Central," he mutters, turning around, but the house of the first part of his dream is gone now. "Never came here on my summer vacation, though it's... kind of familiar."

[intraining]

As the bar b que shifts to some creepy crystal city, Charlie starts to seriously regret her weapon choice. She even takes a moment to stare at the spatula like she doesn't even remember picking it up when Dean stops, and she runs right into his back-side.

Right, yes. Creepy people in the city. Priorities. "It looks more like one of my video games than anything." But the fact none of the people are looking at them is giving her the heebie geebies. "They're def running away from something, though."