315. watch you sleep

[want_to_jog]

i watch you...
fast asleep

maybe this happened completely by chance, or maybe you're just a creepy stalker like that guy from twilight. but however it happened, you've come across someone, and they're fast asleep. maybe they're in a cozy bed, or maybe they went to sleep in the woods. but either way, you've found them here - now what will you do?

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Future!Dean Winchester || SPN

[needtoknowonly]

[needtoknowonly]

[oh, Cas -- his eyes are sharp even with sleep. They have to be; he ain't dying because of something so stupid. Dean has plans to swipe that booze at the opportune moment -]

Yeah, yeah.. [he needs drink, man. That's -] Hey -- I wasn't drooling, either!

[heavenonhigh]

[He's watching you, Dean. Read the bible, fallen angels-turned-hippies have eyes in the back of their heads. Cas plunks an antiquated teapot he'd found in a thrift shop they'd raided down on the stove, dumping the water into it before grabbing a match and lighting the burner. He doesn't turn around and he knows Dean can't see, but he grins sleepily anyway.]

Totally were.

[He turns, and seeing that Dean is still standing, tugs a chair out from under the table he has set up in the middle of the room. Baby steps; if he can't get Dean to sit down on the bed...]

Sit.

[needtoknowonly]

[dude, fuck that.. your beer his his! Dean snorts at the proffered chair and sits] Feel like m'bein' interrogated.

[heavenonhigh]

[Cas's lips quirk as Dean settles down in the chair. Triumph! Small victories, he'll take them where he can find them. He rolls his eyes.]

I know, I'm as bad as the Inquisition, forcing you to sit down before you collapse in the middle of nowhere. Next thing you know I'll be drilling you on Bible verses.

[He's digging around in a cabinet for some mugs, anything to put their drinks in. He finds a green Rolling Rock glass with the white paint peeling off and a small tumbler with a chip along the rim; close enough. He sets them down on the counter before turning around and leaning against it, studying Dean's face.]

[needtoknowonly]

...Well, 'least ya know it. [he snorts easily, raising both brows slightly. Unimpressed.. and a little weirded out by all this concern he seems to go intense of sometimes...] What?

[heavenonhigh]

[Another roll of his eyes.] Uh-huh.

[And a frown.] It's nothing. [He doesn't suppose telling their fearless leader that he looks like the walking dead will go over particularly well; the actual walking almost-dead are never far from anyone's mind and he guesses Dean already knows anyway. In any case, the water's boiling now, shrieking in its teapot and it saves him from having to actually answer. Switching it off, he grabs their glasses, drops a teabag into each, and sets them on the table; no mugs means no handles and seared off fingertips- he's way too tired for that. He fills the cups, somehow managing to do so without dumping boiling water on his hands, and pushes the green one toward Dean. Not as good as an actual beer, but a beer glass is close enough, right?]

Here.

[He tugs out another chair and settles himself in it, resting his elbows on the table and resisting the urge to wrap his cold hands around the still-too-hot cup.]

8 (I blame heavenonhigh for my 2014 verse for this guy)

[magicinthewitch]

[Now, really. If Patrick knows anything about self-preservation, it's not to fall asleep in the open. And while in a chair in the designated meeting hall isn't necessarily public, it still won't do. Patrick takes a moment, looking down at Dean, trying to decide the best way to move him without waking him up and getting punched in the face.

Well, you only live once, and for him, that life will go on whether or not Dean tries to kill him.]

Up we go, love. [He says as he tries to heave Dean up.]

that Cas-mun has a lot to answer for.../winks

[needtoknowonly]

[he's up pretty quick as he's touched and freakin' manhandled - off the damn merchandise, man! Patrick, you get a gun to the cheek] Get. The fuck. Off. [damn.. okay, he admits it. Sleep is good. Sleep is needed, Cas --] Hell d'ya think you're doin'?

No truer words <3

[magicinthewitch]

[Patrick's hands are up and off of Dean in an instant, though he looks at the hunter with incredulity. Really, Dean? You know that won't do anything but startle anyone nearby, don't be silly. Don't waste a bullet on him.] Alright, Alright, no need to get hasty. I was only trying to move you to someplace less in the open than here. You and I both know you need your rest, love.

[needtoknowonly]

Don't - guh. Don't. That word. [he ain't his 'love'. God, this guy -- Dean glares angrily, thinking it'd be a waste, too... but really, he's just tired] Can move myself.

His 2014 backstory is in the journal FYI

[magicinthewitch]

[He can comment on Dean's all-too-quick rejection of basic terms of endearment which are more condescending than not, but he doesn't. Getting shot won't kill him, but he's not feeling up for a tickle.] Alright then, do it yourself. I was only trying to help.

interesting... but still - Dean is Dean, dude - he won't be friendly just 'cause of that /^_^;

[needtoknowonly]

[shut up... he hates mushy crap. Now more than ever. Shit like that.. doesn't belong in this world] ...Yeah.

I'M NOT STALKING YOU, REALLY.

[soulless_sammy]

[Sam stood there, against the door way, sighing carefully to himself. He looked over, taking his older brother in. There were the scar lines, hitting off against the dark light; the moon casting shades still at his brother's exhausted looking body. It was incredible, in a way, that the moon was still out there at all. For some reason it might feel like the whole world would collapse under the strain of the apocalypse. Sam knelt next to him, studying him a good moment, before all at once,] Hey sleeping beauty, get up. I'm back again.

LIES. STALKER FIEND :D

[needtoknowonly]

[grunts] Go 'way...

[Dean isn't sure most of the time how he feels about this. Having Sam back has been a pipe-dream he hasn't exactly been able to let go of... but this. He hadn't exptected this.

He doesn't understand the way this Sam thinks, feels... if he even does. But he doesn't question. They survive, fight -- and all to get him home. To get another Sam away from him again.

Story of his fucki' life]

[soulless_sammy]

Come on, rise and shine, it's a beautiful day...[and he continues to shove at him a little, voice in a kind wry, sarcastic but oh so charming tone. Sam wasn't sure why he kept ending here. It seemed all so random, so out of place. One second he was at home riding with Dean, the next he was here. And then he was back again, but it was like no time had passed. Sam didn't miss home. Not really. It was difficult to make a concept like "missed" when you didn't have a soul.]