Tʜᴇ ᴊɪɢ ɪs ᴜᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡs ɪs ᴏᴜᴛ ( closed )

[righteously]

Who: Dean Winchester & Co.
When: February
Where: Cadens; Horizon; Nocwich
What: Catch-all for Feb
Warnings: mark of cain shenanigans, violence, alcohol, self-loathing

Oʜ ᴍᴀᴍᴀ, I'ᴍ ɪɴ ғᴇᴀʀ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀʀᴍ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴡ
Lᴀᴡᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀs ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴ', ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴍ sᴏ ғᴀʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

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[gynvael]

[ On occasion, a man regrets the friendships he acquires. Perhaps he is better off alone. How does he go back to being alone?

He closes his eyes again. ]

I don't believe you understand the words you use.

[righteously]

( There is no turning back. He has willingly allowed Dean Winchester to tether himself and now he cannot be excised. This is just life now. This is forever.

Or until Geralt kills him because of the mark on his arm slowly corrupting everything that was good about him and turning him into an irredeemable shadow of himself deserving only of death, or whatever.

Anyway: )

Oh, I understand 'em. Sharknado. It's when a massive tornado hits shark infested waters and scoops 'em up, then moves inland and just... friggin' nados sharks all over the place. You guys ever have one of those?

[gynvael]

[ His eyes are not opening. Not even in the midst of this absurdity. Why would a cyclone—? ]

Dean.

[ Can't the man go to sleep for a few hours? More folk should learn to meditate. It's soothing. Prevents conversation.

He rubs his temple. When he finally does open his eyes again, he can see the young guard outside staring sidelong into the cell with a mixture of fascination and deep concern. ]

No.

[ And. ]

You're scaring the boy.