louder than sirens, louder than bells.
Verse: Drumming
Who: Buffy (angelbuffy) and Dean.
What: Meeting a potential partner in the future.
Where: Chitaqua
When: Zachariah's 2014 dystopia.
Warnings: PG-13? Mentions of drug abuse, violence, and character death.
Notes: LMAO I took the liberty of naming this verse because the song was a good muse driver.
Day one he'd woken up to a city in shambles and had to run a damn marathon to get away from a sea of croats.
Day two he'd made it up to Bobby's for some information, and all he'd found was a picture and a wheel chair with bullet holes in it. That dropped his mood a good degree.
Now on day three he was chained up by a handcuff and was feeling worse off than when he'd began. In addition to the aggravation, the displacement, and the downright dislike for the future and the person he would apparently become he was now trapped like a rat and put in a corner like a five year old. Dean tried to be indifferent but he wanted nothing more than to regroup with Sam and figure all of this out. His cool could only be maintained to a certain point and this alternate reality had already thrown him for a loop. He was a douche five years from 2009 and Cas wasn't any better off. He hadn't made his way around the camp yet, he'd made sure of that. Any information he needed to come around to was kept well out of his reach.
With an agitated wince for no other reason than feeling confined Dean glanced up at what was keeping him rooted and pulled a safety pin out of his pocket. If he knew himself he'd be back soon and Dean was waiting for the "Fearless Leader's," next excuse to leave so that he could hit the road. As far as he was concerned the version of himself that ran this camp should know better to leave something as stupid as this to detain him.
Who: Buffy (angelbuffy) and Dean.
What: Meeting a potential partner in the future.
Where: Chitaqua
When: Zachariah's 2014 dystopia.
Warnings: PG-13? Mentions of drug abuse, violence, and character death.
Notes: LMAO I took the liberty of naming this verse because the song was a good muse driver.
Day one he'd woken up to a city in shambles and had to run a damn marathon to get away from a sea of croats.
Day two he'd made it up to Bobby's for some information, and all he'd found was a picture and a wheel chair with bullet holes in it. That dropped his mood a good degree.
Now on day three he was chained up by a handcuff and was feeling worse off than when he'd began. In addition to the aggravation, the displacement, and the downright dislike for the future and the person he would apparently become he was now trapped like a rat and put in a corner like a five year old. Dean tried to be indifferent but he wanted nothing more than to regroup with Sam and figure all of this out. His cool could only be maintained to a certain point and this alternate reality had already thrown him for a loop. He was a douche five years from 2009 and Cas wasn't any better off. He hadn't made his way around the camp yet, he'd made sure of that. Any information he needed to come around to was kept well out of his reach.
With an agitated wince for no other reason than feeling confined Dean glanced up at what was keeping him rooted and pulled a safety pin out of his pocket. If he knew himself he'd be back soon and Dean was waiting for the "Fearless Leader's," next excuse to leave so that he could hit the road. As far as he was concerned the version of himself that ran this camp should know better to leave something as stupid as this to detain him.