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

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.]

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[Hey man, Misty hasn't done anything but pray a lot and treat kids and plants and animals kindly. As far as Sam can see, other than, uh... a past negative reaction to alligator hunters, she's been pretty tame. And out of their jurisdiction.

Regardless, Sam's still a hunter, and he has his limits.

So he's leaving all this up to Dean, unless something reeks of concern.]

She's a witch — natural born from a different universe.

[He looks at Misty with an apologetic smile.]

Sorry, you probably remember... when we talked?

Dean's mostly used to asshole witches.

[And man, he'll never meet Rowena. Small mercies???]

A witch.

[ Dean says it placidly, like he's merely trying to address the situation and yet... he squints a bit, scrunches his nose and stares off at nothing in particular while he tries to think about all the ways in which he is not okay with this.

Because there are a lot of ways.

Dean's never liked witches. And that's an awfully large understatement. He's never been into their habits, or how they do what they do. The gross factor has always just made things infinitely worse, and the fact that they aren't even monsters just goes and pisses him off something fierce.

But he hasn't had to deal with witches in, oh- who knows how long. A while. So he's out of practice being bitchy to one. ]

Because there're usually only asshole witches, Sam. Back home. [ He looks away from his brother and back to Misty, gaze only minimally judgemental. But at least he isn't being a huge dick... so far. ]

Any bodily fluids involved?

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[Mild though it might be, Misty still stiffens under the scrutiny. Not that she's particularly fond of her sister witches at home, but a large part of her blames the state of the coven on hunters, men like Sam and Dean who fight people like her.

Men who set her on fire.

But Sam is not them, Sam has always tried his best to understand, so for his sake, if no other reason, she'll help Dean.]

Well it's swamp mud so there's gonna be some shit in there. But I ain't gonna take your blood or nothin' if that's what you're askin'.

[Sam clears his throat a little and smiles at Dean.]

No, well, that's good. I think Dean's already got the blood-loss thing handled.

[You dick. :)]

And yet i'm still standing.

[ Also known as sitting. But same diff.

Dean would still proclaim that it's really not his fault that he doesn't like witches much. He's never really met one that's done anything.... even remotely good before, and while he isn't trying to wander the yellow brick road, he's still mighty suspicious. He just can't really help it and he might need a second or two to get over the idea that a good witch is here to at least do more than curse all manner of people around them.

... Which is to say, don't look at him like that, Sam. He wasn't even that mean. ]

Guess there could be worse things in life than swamp shit.

A whole hell of a lotta things, in my experience.

[She tilts her head towards the jar.]

So that mean you're ready to give it a go?

I think he'd rather be vertical sooner than later.

[That's a yes, right, Dean? Right?

Let the nice witch lady throw swamp at your face.]