dudeimbatman | 44th Hunt [Dream Action] When the Levee Breaks

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

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."

[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]

Edited 2010-10-22 22:48 (UTC)

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

"Not really Dean's kink, Sweetheart."

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.

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.

Edited 2010-10-23 00:38 (UTC)

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.

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."

She's still not buying it; Faith's very aware that there are some dark pits in Winchester and is happy to call his bluff. So while some part of her is ready to gut an entire auditorium to get out of her restraints, there's no part of her willing to show any bitty bit of that fear.

"Don't we always. Be better if I get to use my arms."

Except when she can do it through innuendo, of course.

[Have one very startled Menolly.]

"We'll get to the fighting chance but right now is foreplay. You need work on that front, Sweetheart."

And he flips the knife over, gliding the sharp blade against her stomach very lightly.

[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?

... 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.]

[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.

[Her eyes move to track him as he moves around her.]

I've been in my share of them before.

Never like this one. Or at least not exactly this one.

[He runs the flat of his blade over her shoulder.]

[And finally, Menolly steps back just enough to remove the metal from her shoulder even as she gives him a pointed stare.]

... I don't think you'll hurt me, Dean. And even if you did, it wouldn't be the first time someone I cared about hurt me.

All he'll get out of her is a short, cut off grunt. And then a smile that doesn't fit on her face; sweet and a little beckoning.

"Baby, if that's your idea of foreplay we're gonna be here awhile." The only semblance left of her acknowledgment of the pain is her eyes, that blink a little too fast.

Oh you're very, very wrong, Menolly. You see, I'm not exactly the man you knew.

[He steps closer, still circling her]

I seem to be finding that out about a lot of men I know.

[Hah. Still holding her ground.]

"That's okay. It just so happens we've got all the time in the world."

He reaches over to pick up another instrument. This one has a sharp, thick blade and when a button is pushed, smaller blades come out, making a spiked knife so to speak.

"That's the best part of Hell."

Guess we've all got deep, dark secrets.

[He tilts his head and purses his lips]

Or maybe you just have shitty taste in men.

[She folds her arms over her chest, the gesture as much defiance as defensive.]

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.

"Great news."

That's all she gives him. This time there's no smile or frown. If anything the look on her face is a challenge. Go on. See if you can do what so many keep trying to do. In the end, he's just helping her pay up on her sentence.

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