Iɴ Hᴇʟʟ, I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ → sᴇᴍɪ-ᴏᴘᴇɴ

[righteously]

Who: Dean & Various
When: August
Where: Cadens & the Horizon
What: Catch-all

Warnings: Winchester-brand violence, booze, and suicidal ideation I'm sure.

I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ
Tᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ I'ᴍ ʀɪɢʜᴛ
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴ

Comments

[righteously]

If there were ever two words to shift Dean's attitude about a person, it's my brother. There's a gentle ripple through his features, the subtle soft touches of empathy and immediate understanding. At length, he nods slowly.

"Mine too," he says, which isn't exactly a completely accurate summary of events, but it's close. He nods at the chair across from him; take a seat. Let's do this.

[enduringkestrel]

It's hard to miss the shift in him, the subtle little touch of empathy. Of understanding. He knows what that's like, she realises, and it feels as though a weight is lifted off her, a little. A shared experience such as that is... rare. And it helps, somehow, to know that there is someone who understands what it's like to watch their brother battle with a demon. As much as she would not wish that experience on anyone.

To know that there's someone who understands is... a tremendous thing.

She nods back, relieved, and suddenly more at ease as she slips gracefully onto the chair across from him. A pause. "Can you tattoo over scars?" She thinks... She thinks she knows exactly where she wishes to get this tattoo.