Chapter Nine [Video]

[thebestseller]

Who: Richard Castle and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A
When: August 21st

Windrose crew, please don't worry too much, but I have been tossed in the pokey, so I won't be coming home tonight. Jeez, it's like the other factions don't have any sense of humor at all...

[Castle shifts uncomfortably.]

Really, no appreciation for fine artwork, these people. And they take this team business way, way, way too seriously.

Vision, please take care of the bots, and remember me fondly if I rot away in prison.

above the logic we are (closed)

[kickingand]

Who: Dean [AU] & Sam of the Winchester Variety Hour
Broadcast: Nada
Action: Red Fish
When: this eeevening
note/warning: dean is a stupid and there is gore ahead.

( above the matter we'll be )

[voice.] stop poking your augments???????

[collegedropout]

Who: Sam and Dean
Broadcast: Sam (with Dean in the background); fleetwide panic! :)
Action: There will be a post-incident section on the Red Fish! Read below.
When: After this. Warning for sorta suicide-y augment removal attempt. It's miserable.

(As a note, this entry has suicide-y augment removal attempt talk, too.)


[VOICE.]

[Sam is currently busy wrestling a heavily bleeding brother and is also trying to work a network device, so sorry if his shaky voice entry is a little concerning. He'd text it if it wasn't, y'know, his friggin' brother bleeding out in front of him. If he sounds like he's barely masking his own panic, that's because he is. He's doing pretty okay, okay. He's good at being calm under pressure, though it's a bit more of a challenge when it's Dean in danger.]

This is Sam on the Red Fish — Coil, Beverly, Allen, Jennifer, um...! Anyone with healing or medical experience or lab support, I need — [Dean can be heard in the background, pissed off and maybe a little sluggish from, y'know, the usual bullshit: "I don't need to be saved, goddammit-"] I need someone here. Someone's bleeding a lot from a, an injury to the neck, and I can't —

[A breath, to calm himself.]

My brother's hurt really bad. I'll try to patch it up, but I need — help.

["Son of a bitch, I swear- it's not- I don't need help!"]

Shut up —

[He cuts the feed.]


[ACTION (LATER ON)]

[After Dean's been laid down in the Red Fish's medical section (and here Sam thought the Coil and Winter fiasco would be the only reason he'd need to see people laid up recently), Sam can be found with his brother. He's not taking his eye off him, not for a goddamn while, trust him. There are a few ways people can run into the two brothers the next few days: one, they could run into Sam while Dean's drugged up and asleep. He's sitting firmly with his arms folded, blood still on his clothes and exhaustion in his expression. Dude should really sleep.

Or - once Dean's awake and mildly alert, they may find the rare occasion where Sam's accidentally fallen asleep beside the guy, buried face-first in the bed sheets or tipped backward and snoring on occasion. He doesn't mean to even go to sleep, but it's about on par with falling asleep because Lucifer's hallucinations won't leave you alone. No, okay, this is better than that, but. Anyway. He's out.

Or, if you want to bother both of them at the same time, it's easy to walk in and find them afterward. Sam's maybe got a book, or maybe it looks like they've just had a glaring match, or something. Probably bickering. Or probably intense family conversation they're quick to mask when a visitor comes in. Let's be real, though, Dean's gonna probably hate your dumb hospital visit.

Sam would just like to say: shut up and take your friggin' blood.]