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hello, dean. what were you dreaming about?
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.
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.
Hell
Dean isn't supposed to be here. He has somewhere else he needs to be, somewhere else he's trying to go, and he knows that as he turns around and looks over the man on his rack, strapped down, bleeding, begging for mercy. Begging Dean for mercy. When Dean moves, the man cringes, bracing himself for more, but Dean isn't here to torture him. He's after something.
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Purgatory
On the ground at his feet is a piece of tattered coat, and he bends down to touch it, sweat and who knows what else stinging his eyes.
"Cas," he says, but then he blinks. This is wrong, too. He's not supposed to be in Purgatory. There's somewhere he has to be, and it isn't topside, either.
Hi you wanted company, right?
oh totally. better than a vampire!?!?
Little sisters are way better than vampires okay.
def!
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Suburbia
Sam walks up to him, and Dean looks down at him because Sam's just a kid, snot-nosed and going to school and happy, and he's holding a box of sparklers.
"When're we doing the fireworks?"
"After dinner." Dean smiles and ruffles his hair, and this is a good dream.
No, it's real, isn't it? Sam's smile fades as he steps away, and he nods, going off to the backyard. Dean could call out to him, tell him to stop, but before he has a chance, the person he's living with catches his eye. It seems right, but it doesn't.
"Did you get the hot dog buns?" he asks, even if he looks confused as he does.
[ Be Dean's boyfriend/girlfriend, or you can be a random spectator on Dean's life and the person he's living with is Meg. I'm totally cool with either! ]
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The city
The way they're walking has him nervous, looking over his shoulder. Whatever they're afraid of, Dean should be afraid of too, right?
day 87
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For Castiel
There's so much pain that he thinks that's all he is anymore, raw pain, a bundle of nerves to be plucked and played by a master, for the rest of time. Forever stretches out in front of him, and it comes in bundles of pain and anguish, one after another after another, never stopping. Unless. Unless.
He doesn't have tears anymore, or he shouldn't. He hangs his head, sobbing even as it pulls at the hooks in his shoulders, the ones that keep him flat against his rack. His skin tears, but that's not what's breaking right now.
"Okay," he tries to say, but no sound comes out, so he tries again. He shouts with everything he has.
"Okay! I'll do it. I'll... I'll do it. Just... please. Please let me go."
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Wildcard! Whatever you want!