into the distance a ribbon of black

[kickingand]

Who: Dean Winchester (AU) & anyone willing to put up with him
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: the marsiva if anyone wants!
When: RIGHT NOW

[ There is something to be said for the few seconds before truly waking up, when everything is fuzzy and safe and nothing matters as much as it did the night before. But that moment tends to get shot in the foot pretty damn fast, especially when Dean is prone to waking up with a rush of adrenaline. Made infinitely worse by the realization that a) he does not know where he is and b) the automatic grab for the weaponry usually confined to his body results in nothing. Nada. His pistol is nowhere to be found, the blade in his jacket is missing, and no amount of grappling about solves that problem. And while he finds the comm device it only annoys him further because it's not his damn gun.

Which is right around the instant Dean shoves himself off the bed and shouts near as loud as he can manage- ] The hell is this! [ Followed with some more grumbling. ] Be better if I asked which Hell is this.. swear to God, this shit never gets any better.

[ It’s too echoey, too sterile, and the immediate need for answers is almost overpowering. He doesn’t give two shits about looking himself over, pushes aside thoughts of the last image that flashes across his mind, and instead gives one more look around the bed he woke in to try and find his weaponry because fuck this shit. Why he’s unarmed is of particular concern and a vast amount of silent panic, but he doesn’t want to stand here and leave himself open to anything either. Which implies moving, something that takes only another second to decide upon.

Not that he’s going to be going far…

No, after a brief stint of stealthy meandering, Dean manages to find himself striding down towards the medical wing because why the hell not. Where it’s near impossible to resist the urge to start rifling through just about everything he can get his hands on. Because Dean Winchester is a Class Act. And because living through the apocalypse tends to make one appreciate medical supplies, especially when you're inclined to... start shit. ]

Comments

[private]

[passingthrough]

Is that how it sounded to you? [Permission to kill the killers and not just a threat if someone else was harmed?] I guess it kind of was.

But I think this place has something my home and maybe yours didn't have—options. Other ways of solving a problem.

[private]

[kickingand]

The problem here being finding a way back home.

[private]

[passingthrough]

Yeah, that problem I haven't gotten much closer to solving. [And she's been pretty distracted by the parade of other X-Men from different realities who have streamed into her life.]

[private]

[kickingand]

You and everyone else. [ Except Cas. And maybe Dean, if he was willing to admit that he has nothing to go back to. ]

[private]

[passingthrough]

True. I'm in good company.

I don't want to get back home, but I would like us to be in control of where we go or if we go.

[private]

[kickingand]

And so far that's a big ol' oh-for-two.

[private]

[passingthrough]

Meaning?

[private]

[kickingand]

Not like we had control over showing up here.

[private]

[passingthrough]

There is that. So, how are you feeling? Saturated with frustrating information yet?

[private]

[kickingand]

I'd say maxed out is a good way to describe it.

[private]

[passingthrough]

Then I'll leave you to your other admirers. I'll be around. [If you want to do this talking thing again.]

[private]

[kickingand]

Apparently so will I.