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abraxaslogs2022-11-28 07:39 am
righteously) wrote in abraxaslogs2022-11-28 07:39 am
Sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɢᴏ → ( ᴏᴘᴇɴ )
WHO: Dean Winchester
WHAT: catch-all with open prompts; the mark of cain is beginning to take a toll on Dean, resulting in some violent altercations and moodiness. also included: a quick trip to the naked werewolf baths.
WHEN: november-december
WHERE: cadens, nocwich, horizon
WARNING: alcoholism, corruption, violence, brutality, suicidal ideation, nudity
Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ
I ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ɪᴛ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴ' ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ
WHAT: catch-all with open prompts; the mark of cain is beginning to take a toll on Dean, resulting in some violent altercations and moodiness. also included: a quick trip to the naked werewolf baths.
WHEN: november-december
WHERE: cadens, nocwich, horizon
WARNING: alcoholism, corruption, violence, brutality, suicidal ideation, nudity
I ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ɪᴛ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴ' ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ
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[Nadine nods to the exam table and then turns to gather the basic things she needs. Luckily she never has trouble keeping her shelves stocked with supplies. Enough people she knows make trips into the desert frequently, and bring her back all sorts of ingredients.
Filling her medical bag, she grabs her wheeled table tray over and sets the bag down.]
I'm going to guess you just need a basic cleaning and patch job, and something for the pain. But I'll be able to tell if you need anything more.
[While they haven't really talked since the events during the afflictions, this is a professional visit and Nadine is in professional mode.]
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It's stifled, for the moment.
He peels his shirt off. Definitely doesn't look as good as the last time they did this, that's for sure. All the blood, now cooled but not yet dry, clings to his skin beneath the places his tunic had been cut. That Grisha cloth is something else, it's great for fire and for bullets, but knives and swords? Not so much.
He bundles it up and holds it absently in his lap as he settles on the table. )
Thanks.
( It's a murmur, absent, as his eyes track her movements — tired, curious. Not wary. Let that be a testament to how much he's started to trust her, that even in this state there isn't an ounce of uncertainty or discomfort. Just a whole mess of fatigue. )
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She joins him shortly, her assortment of tools and equipment and a shallow bowl of warm water. With a nod to herself she eyes the damage. No, it doesn't look too serious. But he needs attention.
Nadine's just thankful this world understands infections and how to combat them.]
It's what I'm here for. First things first, cleaning you up. It'll be easier for me to see just how much patching up you need once we get all this blood off of you.
[Without bothering to explain her every step - they did sleep together, she doesn't feel the need to warn him every time she draws close or touches him - she dips a cloth in the water and begins gently wiping away the mess of blood clinging to Dean's skin.]
And I'll even give you the really good painkillers when I'm done.
[Said with the implication of a wink. Even if it's professional, he's still a friend. Possibly a friend with benefits? She's not entirely sure. There had been...influences at play, the last time they'd been alone together. Maybe it's one of those things filed under 'we never talk about it again'.
Dean's hard to read.]
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Don't short yourself on the good stuff for little ol' me.
( Mumbled absently, tiredly. )
Fifth of whiskey'll do me just as good. Ain't nothin' but a flesh wound.
( Not that he doesn't appreciate the thought. He just figures with the bombing and the war, medical supplies might start getting hard to come by. Using them on him's kind of a waste. He made this bed. )
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[She lets out a little laugh and shakes her head. The blood is all cleaned away now, and Nadine can get a good look at what she's working on. Just as he said, nothing special. Just a standard deep laceration, needing only a few stitches and a salve to encourage it to heal.
The ribs...well, she'll see if she can tell from just a touch exam, so to speak.]
And this should heal up just fine. Now about those ribs...
[She places her bare hand on his shoulder and concentrates a moment. Oh yeah, those are some busted ribs. And...something else? She frowns thoughtfully, unsure of exactly what she's feeling. There's no specific area affected, just a general sense of something not quite right.
Most likely just a tired immune system, trying to shake off something. Or it could just be how a body feeling overtaxed and worn out presents itself to her ability.]
Ribs need some wrapping. And you need to take it easy for a couple of days, your system's a little off. Nothing I'm too worried about, you just need some rest. And I'll give you something to help boost your natural defenses a little. You might be coming down with a mild virus.
[Or something.]
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Anyway, he won't argue with painkillers. Did his polite duty declining once, but at the end of the day he's happy to be a guinea pig in exchange for a little blessed freakin' relief. No blushing virgin when it comes to substance use of any variety, really.
His eyes drop to the place her hand settles on his shoulder for a moment, and then drift back up to study the concentration in her expression. Picking up what little he can glean from it — the confusion's an interesting one.
An unpleasant sensation slowly uncurls as his mind pieces together what she might be alluding to. He tries not to let it surface onto his expression, but if she's particularly keen, she might spot a fleck of dark, bitter humor somewhere in his countenance or his tone. Easy to miss, if you don't know to look out for it. )
That so?
( Easy to write it off as dry humor, like maybe he thinks a head cold is inconsequential compared to the way the rest of him has been beat to shit. )
Don't tell me you're writing me a prescription for orange juice.
( If only it were that simple. )
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[Like most of her patients among the Summoned. Nadine's used to it by now. Stubborn as mules, the whole of them. All she can do is offer the same advice, and leave it to them.]
But if nothing else, you need to let your ribs heal up some. Or you're just going to make things worse and need to see me again for more patching up.
[She moves on to get the bandages to tend to said ribs, glancing at him briefly and speculatively. Well...he isn't being weird. That's probably a good sign.]
I'd much rather you came see me for other reasons.
[There. Just...put that out there, vague but obviously pointed in context. Dean can either pick it up or leave it.]
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His eyes flicker toward his sleeve where it covers the mark on his arm, and for a second — fleeting but crystal — he considers telling her.
But then the moment transitions into other reasons, and he swallows it down. Affixes a tiny smirk onto his lips instead, a gentle pull of them to one side, wry and knowing. )
Oh yeah?
( The impulse to flirt, the reflex to be a little playful, fades gently back into something more earnest. )
I wasn't really sure... if uh, you know. If that was a one-time thing, considering... everything that was going down at the time. Really screwed with people's heads. Guess I probably should've manned up and just asked you about that before now.
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[It had been a weird time for everybody.]
I...wasn't sure either. But when it came to my particular curse...it just made me act on things I was already thinking. You know that little voice in your head that says 'you should do that?' that you usually ignore? There was no ignoring it. But it...also encouraged people around me to do things they maybe wouldn't have otherwise...
[Which is really her greatest concern. That it had been her influence that had caused it to happen. And while she's been assured by others that nothing they'd done in her presence was anything they wouldn't normally do...
She and Dean haven't talked about it. For all she knows, it was only the magic of that influence.]
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At the end of the day, the difference is so miniscule it's rendered pretty much moot. If he was influenced into it, it wasn't a significant enough influence that he actually cares. He wanted it.
He communicates as much in the form of a single-shouldered shrug and a pleasantly declarative: )
No regrets. Heralds didn't do anything for you that dress wasn't already doing anyway.
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[Nadine laughs a little, a faint flush coming to her cheeks that she tries to ignore. It was the one thing she'd been concerned about, but Dean clearly isn't. She'll trust him on it.]
For what it's worth, I...enjoyed it, too. No regrets.
[If anything, she's glad she got that little push. There's really no reason she can't sleep with anyone she'd like to. She just rarely takes that sort of an interest. And those little voices, the ones from youth, still sometimes speak up in the back of her mind. Reminding her to be a good girl.
Funny how being a 'good girl' her whole life led to marriage to a demon.]
And uh...any time you ever feel like having some fun...you know where to find me. If it's not weird for you that I'm in an open relationship, I know that's weird for some people.