201. fuck or die meme

[wildfidgey]

THE FUCK OR DIE MEME

Aaah, the sound of birds chirping outside your bedroom window. The sun is shining in through the windows. That weird collar around your neck is ticking, ready to self destuct soon. You crack your eyes open.
....Wait. How did that collar get there? What is this? It cannot come off, no matter how hard you pull at it.
And something

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Future!Dean Winchester ~ Supernatural

[needtoknowonly]

[well, it's post-Apocalypse. He shouldn't really be surprised, right?]

oh, goodness >3

[needtoknowonly]

[fuck, his head... The first thing he thinks is that, but his hands fumble for a weapon even as he's rousing himself. The fuck happened?]

Whatever will they do I wonder >>

[angelonabender]

[Castiel notices the rustling sounds and approaches, cautiously. It's the last person he expects to see and yet he really shouldn't be surprised at all.]

Dean?

hmm~ ikr~ such a perdicament~ /amused

[needtoknowonly]

[his head snaps up] Cas - what-? [shit. No.. not his Cas.

Okay.. he needs a better way of phrasing that]

/snerk

[angelonabender]

[No, this isn't the Dean he knows. This Dean is older... harder. And he's wearing a collar too. Castiel's eyes narrow]

I'd ask for an explanation. but it appears you are just as confused.

[needtoknowonly]

[confused? Where'd you get that idea, Cas? God, his head... this is too much brain breakage for Dean right now, thanks..] I got no clue.

[angelonabender]

[There's a not folded at the foot of Dean's bed that catches Castiel's eye briefly]

Is that yours?

[needtoknowonly]

..Uh. No. [he lifts it up, swears darkly at the contents] What th-

2014!Gabe so this makes sense?

[annunciates]

[Gabriel curses, tugging at the collar. If he was still an angel, he wouldn't be having this problem. He glared up at the sky, even though he knows that no one is watching.] Really? Really?

good lord... O.O;

[needtoknowonly]

[Dean? He's just going to take the gun and set off the damn thing himself. The world is going to Hell and the nearest person - as he rounds the building thinking 'Croat' and that's what he gets for being a do-gooder? - the nearest thing is Gabriel? Hell to the fuck no...] It ain't happenin'. [no. way]

[annunciates]

Look Dean, I'm not happy about this either, but you've come this far without dying and I don't intend on going out yet, so suck it up. [He hates this, but he starts unbuttoning his shirt.] Plus I'm drunk enough to actually enjoy this.

[needtoknowonly]

Whoa - whoa! [holds up his hands... looking a little ill, to be honest] I ain't!

[annunciates]

[Gabriel just gives Dean a look, as if he's dealing with a child, because in his mind he is. He may be human now, but he's still far older. He grabs his half-full bottle of jack from the ground near his pile of stuff, tossing it at Dean.]

bottoms up, kiddo.

[needtoknowonly]

...Fuck. [he has half a mind to smash the thing... but that's good drink bein' wasted. And... he still hasn't... he can't die right now, even if he wants to. Dean makes a face, drinks deep...] Urgh.

[annunciates]

Drink as much as you need. This might be less weird if we're both drunk. [And with that he starts working his belt off.]

[needtoknowonly]

Nothin'... is gonna make this less ....weird. [and 'weird' isn't the word that springs to mind, either]