Sweet Dreams Ω Open Post

[savingpeople]

[ it's some dingy motel set out in the middle of ass-fuck nowhere, set against the rolling backdrop of the hillbilly countryside. Seriously, this was some major Hills Have Eyes crap going on, and if it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to risk pushing his baby girl through another thunderstorm-slash-tropical-storm-slash-typhoon, he wouldn't have holed him and Sam up here.

but he did, and Sam and he had been forced into separate rooms due to the constraints of living space (seriously, the room wasn't even big enough for a bed, let alone two). Bad enough they had to come in during a thunderstorm, but being separated, too? Yeah, Dean was not liking this at all. ]

You all right there, Sammy? [ he calls out, adding a thump to the wall for good measure. A muffled grumble that sounds a lot like "don't call me that" is his only response and, grinning, Dean settles down for bed.

it's not long before he's knocked out, sprawled out on his stomach as the storm rages outside. ]

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[forhim]

[It would be unreasonable to assume he's been around Dean this many years -- was it seven years now? -- and hasn't up on the routine himself. Once he was mortal, he done the drill himself.

So he knew exactly what to expect and isn't surprised when the flask is procured and water is splashed on him. It's ridiculous. He used to be an angel. Cas breaks into another smile, another laugh as he starts wiping off the water.]

I told you I wouldn't mind, didn't I? Though you should know you could really do that more gracefully. [Considering the most of the water ended up on his face like a surprise facial. Dean almost got him in the eye.] Should I let you pull out the salt and silver as well or are we good?

[savingpeople]

[ Dean knows as well as anyone that the holy water had its faults -- Azazel, anyone? -- but there's just something about this guy that isn't screaming crazy homeless person that's... familiar. he can't really put his finger on it, but it's enough to make him give pause before lowering the flask and jerking his head in the direction of the window. ]

You crawl in through there? Some kinda Peter Pan thing? [ a pause. ] Not that I'm against, y'know, the whole... yeah, but I'm already all grown up. Kinda wanna keep it that way, if you know what I mean.

So if you're not here to hurt me, and I'm assuming you're not here to whisk me away to Neverland, either.... then why are you here?

[forhim]

[And Castiel knows just as well that holy water isn't always the answer. Just the same, he turns his attention towards the window, shut tight and locked. Like the holy water, it could be flawed. Locks can be opened from the outside and locked again once inside.]

Dean. [He says in that way that says Dean should already know the answer.] I'd be wet if I was outside to crawl through the window, wouldn't I?

It's not Neverland, I can promise you that much. Someone is toying with us. You've got a lot of powerful enemies. It's just a matter of which one.

[savingpeople]

[ huh. well he had to admit, Chuckles the Hobo had a point. not that he didn't doubt that demons had supernatural blowdrying powers or anything, but it was something to consider. ]

Yeah, well, get in line. [ he doesn't relinquish his grip on his gun and sort of shuffles his way closer. he hasn't heard enough to make ease his doubts, and he's pretty sure the guy knows it. ]

You say toying. [ he peers, briefly, around the room, like he expects the shadows to start moving or some kinda ghost to appear from the ether. nothing. ] Toying how?