21: [Video/Action] Dark Side of the Moon

[dashboardlite]

Sam?!

[It's playing on a loop in Dean's head.]

Mom?  Mom!  Dad?!  C'mon, this isn't funny!

[The...the Dean in the television had been screaming.  For an hour.]

Bobby?  Dad!  You guys, please!  Don't just...don't just leave me here.

[Until his voice was raw.  Until he couldn't scream anymore.  Until he curled up and sobbed.  Dean can remember it

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[Video]

[scary_enough]

Dean?

[She's freaking out at seeing him freaked out but it's hard to tell within the "haven't slept, running on coffee and research"]

Whatever that video said...don't let it under your skin.

[Video] 1/2

[dashboardlite]

[Excuse him while he jerks a little suddenly, surprised by the sudden contact.]

[Video] 2/2

[dashboardlite]

I-I...uh... [He clears his throat, straightening up. The talking helps. He hasn't spoken to anyone since he first saw it. Dean laughs somewhat hoarsely.]

...That...s'a little late for that.

[Video]

[scary_enough]

[Spencer frowns a little]

I know. Whatever it is...it knows where the cracks are. But that doesn't mean it's won. Doesn't even mean it's right. Not entirely, anyway.

[negative_five]

... a-are you okay?

[dashboardlite]

[Hearing people helps.

A lot.]

I've...been better.

[negative_five]

Is there anything I can do?

I mean... since it seems like we're all going through kind of the same thing.

[dashboardlite]

Keep talking.

[Rachel's good at talking, right? Right.

Dean sighs, rubbing his face.]

...I'm sorry, I don't even know you. What's your name?

[video]

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Someone? Anyone? Well, how about this guy here?

He's currently lying in a lounge chair at the pool on the second floor. Which wouldn't be so unusual if he wasn't wearing a thick winter jacket on account of the entire room being covered in ice and snow.

The image sways along with the communicator in his hand. ]

Wow, you l--

[ He laughs and puts the device down on a little table beside him. ]

You look like shit, Dean.

[ ...Did we also mention that he's completely wasted? ]

[video]

[dashboardlite]

Thanks.

[Dean manages weakly, feeling his neck starting to cramp. He's been hunched over for God-knows-how-long, unwilling to venture into the rest of his 'house' should he find something too familiar for personal comfort. He clears his throat a little.]

And you're drunk. Are we done stating the obvious?

[It's not snarky or sarcastic, just...tired. And scared. Terror is an unusual expression on Dean Winchester.]

[video]

[sadfreezingbrit]

Why would yousss-- saythat? I'm--

[ He leans down, fishing for a glass and a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's. There's an all-empty bottle standing on the table too. Oh yeah, he's been at this for a while and mind you, the things such a virus does to your tolerance level are quite amazing.

Philip pours himself a generous amount. ]

I'm barely sober at all! [ He blinks. ]

...perfectly drunk, I mean.

[ Pauses. Catches the second error. Giggles and falls back into the chair. ]

[video]

[dashboardlite]

[Dean gives him an almost incredulous look. At the very least, this is distracting him from his surroundings. He's never seen Philip like this before. Hell, he's never seen Phil smile this much before.

Making a mental note to go drinking with Phil the next time there's not an event fucking with him, Dean runkles his brow speculatively.]

Dude, you're trashed.

[What the fuck is with all that snow?]

...and why are you in like...Antarctica?

[action]

[paper_knight]

The front door rattles, and a muffled voice calls,

"Hello? Is anyone in there?"

On Mark's end of things, Dean's room looks like a door set into the end of a long, checkered passageway.

He's encountered a lot of these, many of them locked, some of them leading to more passageways, but he's hoping that one of them will lead out to the rest of the mansion if he keeps trying.

[action]

[dashboardlite]

Dean starts, almost giving himself whiplash as his head jerks up to stare at the door across the hall from him. The knob is rattling. Warily, he gets to his feet and pads towards it like an animal on-edge.

Fingers resting on the handle, he turns it slowly and cracks to door to see-

"...Mark?"

Damn, it's been a while.

[action]

[paper_knight]

"Hey."

He offers Dean a lopsided little smile. He's showing few ill-effects from the event so far; the Midnight Channel transmission had resulted in a sleepless night, but he has lots of those, and he has yet to encounter his first Shadow. At the moment his biggest concern is the awkwardness of barging in on someone's room.

"So. This is the tenth floor?"

[action]

[dashboardlite]

Dean sort of stares at him for a minute before ushering him inside, shutting the door behind Mark.

"Uh. Yeah."

Suddenly, he's not very comfortable having someone else in his...in his house. They could see things. Mark might see what's wrong with him. What's wrong with his family.

"Yeah, this is the tenth floor," He swallows, shuffling a little and looking down at the statue clenched in one hand. "How's-? Um, how's it been for you? So...so far?"

[Action] / [Video]

[elegantinmind]

[Arthur's gun is out, held firmly in one hand while the other supports it, feet turning him around in all directions as he ventures down the corridor, running from the things that keep finding him when he least expects it.

Until he hears the voice. Is that Dean? It sounds like it, but he sounds...different, off somehow. He stops, pressing his back against a wall so that he can see stealthily around the corner so nothing can sneak up on him.

He pulls his journal from his pocket and glances down, though his eyes flicker up and away every few seconds. You can never be too careful, he thinks.

He sounds a little breathless, and though the express on his face isn't far from the usual indecipherable one, there's clear panic written all over his face.] Dean? What's happening; are you okay?