lol wound dressing and graveyards. fun times.

[thewickedwoman]

[continued from here because some-would-consider-violence+nexus is a no-go, man. dnwbanever.]

The sewing kit is what scares her, not gonna lie, but she bets it's better than having an open wound on her shoulder forever. Angelique can be a big girl. Everything's going to be fine. Definitely. That's why she's fidgeting on the couch

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[beenrehymenated]

Dean pulls out his lighter and flicks it a couple of times, lighting the candle and setting it on the coffee table before pulling the needle from the sewing kit and holding it to the flame. He looks over at Angelique seriously before trying his best to crack a sympathetic smile. He knows how much this is going to hurt, and being shot is one of those things on his list of I Never Want to Do Again... Ever. He has a feeling it'll be on hers too by the end of this.

"I didn't think vampires existed until about two years ago," he says, pulling the needle back and threading the cool end. "Do me a favor and open that bottle, would ya? Take a shot." He blows on the hot end, shaking it. "Then pour one in that shot glass."

[thewickedwoman]

At this point in time, Angie is a firm believer in the "if I don't look at it, it's not going to hurt" thing, so she's got her head turned in the other direction entirely. She also may or may not be cursing herself for agreeing to this. Oh, this is exciting.

She reaches for the bottle. "I don't think I've ever seen one. But I've certainly believed in them." The talk isn't really doing much for her nerves so she does exactly what he says with the shots.

[beenrehymenated]

Dean feels bad for her, and he knows that yeah, sha may not even like him anymore after this, but Angelique getting infected is the first thing on his mind. He dips the hot end of the needle into the shot glass and lets it soak and cool down a bit before sliding it out and pouring the rest of the shot over the wound.

"I never did until I learned from my Dad that they were real. We killed a coven together," he says, wincing.

[thewickedwoman]

That would be her wincing and hissing slightly as the drink hits her. Somehow, she manages to stay still, but if that hurts that badly, she can't wait for the needle. Seriously.

"Coven?" She's alert now, only ever having heard that term apply to witches, and that reminds her to burn her spellbooks when she gets back. "I'm quite sure he's the only one of his kind. And he should stay that way, as long as we act quickly."