44th Hunt [Dream Action] When the Levee Breaks

[dudeimbatman]

Your nightmare might be complex. It might involve a dozen different kinds of monsters. It might involve harm and murder and terror. Dean's dreams have always been simple-always straight forward. He has one job-take care of Sammy-and he fails. Sometimes Sam dies, a knife in his back. Sometimes he gives in to Ruby. Sometimes it's Gordon. Sometimes it's a reaper or a spirit or a demon or a thousand other things they hunt. Today that failure takes the shape of Lucifer in a suit of blinding white.

"I suppose I should thank you, Dean. But if you don't mind, I'd like to find my daughter now."

Grief and horror are almost overwhelming. His mind scrambles to make this right and desperation rushes over him because he knows that there is nothing that will ever make this right.

"Ruby? The bitch we kill back home? Man, I know you're supposed to be proud of your kids no matter what they do but I'm gonna jump out on a limb here and say you gotta be so damn disappointed." His smirk turns to a growl. "Now give me back Sammy or I swear to God I will call Michael down, let him jump in with a few conditions and we'll see how that battle royale goes."

Sam's answer is laughter and a smile that couldn't be more innocent if he tried. "Dean. Dean." He's shaking his head and giving Dean that smile that makes Dean sick because it's so very Sam and yet nothing left of him at all. "You never understood. You never got it. You're too human. Or at least you pretend. We both know what went on in that pit and I think it's time you got in touch with the real you."

He lays a hand on Dean's shoulder, fingers squeezing hard enough to bruise, hard enough to keep Dean from getting away. Dean can feel everything inside of him burning away, bleeding out and being replaced by something darker, by something that was only beginning to be hinted at during his stay in Hell. Dean fights. He screams. He curses and he yells all while Lucifer smiles and holds him right where he wants him; like a bug pinned down. Then he's quiet, still and Lucifer is gone.

When Dean looks up at you, the grin is the same, twisted just enough to be a bit more wolfish, a bit more predatory. In fact his entire stance screams predatory and hunter. It's all Dean. It's all behavior he has and will exhibit but Dean's not home. His eyes are pitch black and you...well you're in for a treat.

There's a cross shaped table in the center of the room. There are implements of torture on another table. Have a seat. Let him get you a drink. We're going to have fun.



[ooc: This is a continuation of Sam's nightmare here. Each thread will be treated as individual iterations of the dream. If there's something particular you'd like to try, email me or IM me. I'm open for anything. It is possible some replies will come from Sam as well.]

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[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

How does it feel, Dean? To finally let yourself go.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean turns to Lucifer!Sam and growls]

I still want my baby brother back, Jackass. Unharmed, untouched. Sammy is mine to play with. Not yours.

[Demon? Yes but there are things about Dean that won't ever change. Sam is one of them]

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Temper, Dean. Really. I give you freedom, and you're still not happy?



Sam is...special. But you know that. But he's not a toy, Dean.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

I would have gotten my freedom regardless. [Defiant to the end. He takes a filleting knife and swirls it slowly across the bicep of his victim, separating muscle from bone.]

He's not your toy. You need Sam. I want him.

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

A few more years and I think you would have.

So greedy, but at least you're honest. Finally honest to who you really are. You'll have your toys, Dean. But for now, Sammy is mine.

[commarogue]

She starts awake, the beeping of the hospital monitor fresh in her ears. When Faith realizes she can't move, she panics worse -- but only until she notices Dean there. Then there's a moment where she doesn't move at all.

And now Faith is leering at him, stretching out a little further.

"Wasn't hard to peg you for this kinda kink. Better just hope I don't get out of these."

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Dean's eyes flicker black and he grins coldly at her.

"Not really Dean's kink, Sweetheart."

[commarogue]

She's good at getting a read on people but that doesn't mean she's always good at applying the information. Faith's eyebrows quirk up and then she rolls her neck to try to cover the confusion.

"We doing the third-person talk, too? Didn't really take you for a talker, Winchester." And therein lay the appeal.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

He picks up a knife, examines the blade carefully then licks it before running the flat of it across Faith's stomach. Just the flat. For now.

"Sorry the Dean you know isn't home. We're gonna a real good time though."

[sings4dragons.livejournal.com]

[Have one very startled Menolly.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He turns with a feral grin]

Menolly...you shouldn't have visited but then you don't really know what's best for you. Do you?

[sings4dragons.livejournal.com]

... I've been accused of that. It's nothing new.

[She doesn't back away from him, but there's no way to miss the tension in her limbs.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean walks a circle around the girl, savoring the tension and bravado]

I bet you've been told it's going to get you in a sticky situation. Sticky situation is here.

[justcautious.livejournal.com]

Dean. Chris has been looking for Dean. He's needed all sorts of back-up all night and this has taken him ages. He walks over to Dean through the darkness.

"Dean. There're these gh--" And then he stops dead because Dean's eyes are completely black. "Um," he ends up saying instead.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Dean grins at him and winks.

"It's not you. It's me. You see...I've changed."

[justcautious.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," says Chris, taking a step back. "Sommat's wrong with your eyes, Dean... Y'should prob'ly take a look in a mirror, maybe."

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

"Oh there's nothing wrong with my eyes, Chris. I'm finally everything I was meant to be. Everything I really am."

And he takes a step toward Chris.

[iloveatallman.livejournal.com]

Well, now. That's a whole new side of you, Deano.

[Ruby smirks, but she keeps her distance.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Just couldn't get enough when I down visiting could you?

[iloveatallman.livejournal.com]

What can I say? I'm a sucker for a good sequel.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Hop on up. I'll be happy to make you scream.

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

All of these nightmares have involved murder at her friends' and coworkers' hands; why should this one be any different? With Winchester, though, Beckett can tell right away something isn't right.

"Right." It's mumbled, while Beckett reaches down to unsnap her holster in a motion that only reassures her. She knows Dean's good, and she knows things aren't the same here. The fluidity is dangerous. "Dean..."

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Dean turns with a grin, wiping his hands on a shop rag and tossing it over to the table.

"Chief Beckett, good to see you. I mean it. Really."

He sees the gun of course. He just isnt' worried about it.

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

She hasn't had too much training with Dean yet, but she's aware and intuitive enough to see him see the gun. Might as well pull it out, but she holds it to her side.

"Your eyes. Dean, what is this?"

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

"You know that army commercial...be all you can be...I finally joined up," Dean grins. He sees the gun. There's no way he could miss it but he's not worried about that. In fact it would appear that nothing about this worries Dean.