[ It shouldn't be a shock. Dean had explained it to her. The black eyes that flash when they're 'being douchey' or something triggers it, the super-strength, beings powerful and dangerous enough in their world that he worried so much they'd appear here that he'd asked those closest to him to get tattoos supposedly warding against possession.
Clearly, his hadn't helped. She has to wonder if the creature riding around in Dean's skin needs her alive for reasons beyond attempting to open a door to his sphere. Does it intend to take her next, or is it somehow bound to Dean, specifically? There's too much she doesn't know.
Ciri closes her eyes beneath the blindfold. She doesn't need to see to hear the smugness in his voice, and to know they're likely thinking the same thing: what a truly awful fate this is for Dean. It twists her stomach into knots, between the anger and the sadness and the simmering fear that must be kept at bay. Maybe it's a mercy that he's dead. It would be even worse to live trapped, something else controlling your body; she knows that all too well.
For a long time, she remains silent, refusing the acknowledge that gloating response. If he keeps chattering away, she'll listen for anything important, but in the meantime, she concentrates on something else. ]
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Clearly, his hadn't helped. She has to wonder if the creature riding around in Dean's skin needs her alive for reasons beyond attempting to open a door to his sphere. Does it intend to take her next, or is it somehow bound to Dean, specifically? There's too much she doesn't know.
Ciri closes her eyes beneath the blindfold. She doesn't need to see to hear the smugness in his voice, and to know they're likely thinking the same thing: what a truly awful fate this is for Dean. It twists her stomach into knots, between the anger and the sadness and the simmering fear that must be kept at bay. Maybe it's a mercy that he's dead. It would be even worse to live trapped, something else controlling your body; she knows that all too well.
For a long time, she remains silent, refusing the acknowledge that gloating response. If he keeps chattering away, she'll listen for anything important, but in the meantime, she concentrates on something else. ]