taxonomites | 030: [Location: Buffy's castle/ Accidental Visual] we're not in Hell anymore, Toto--

Every morning, Dean Winchester awakes to the smell of fire and brimstone and rotting flesh, the sounds of screaming and pleading, the sight of things so gruesome the human mind couldn't even begin to imagine them. He takes his morning walk, and then goes to his office, where he starts his work. It's not pleasant work, not by any means, but he does get enjoyment out of coaxing whimpers out of those who are sent to him. He always gets the most stubborn souls, you see.

This morning, he wakes up in an entirely different place. Even as a demon, Dean Winchester hates to wake up in a place he doesn't know.

He doesn't think, just rolls out of the bed he's in and heads for the door (where the hell is he, a castle?), immediately getting lost. This is around the point that the tablet turns on, showing Dean wandering the castle with a rather lost look on his face-- lost, but irritated.

In fact, at one point, when he opens a door and it leads to a room that has nobody in it, people watching the tablet may see a flash of black in Dean's eyes. It's gone a second later, though. Must have been a trick of the light?

[ooc: Dean's glitch! Go go go~]

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Dean has managed to find his way to the kitchen, finally, after vaguely remembering the layout of the castle. At this point, he's settling into his old role, but he's itching to do something productive. And Dawn seems like a likely candidate.

"Yeah, maybe." Dean replies, and as he passes her, he ruffles her hair. Like he always used to do. He's not sure what else to say, though, it's been so long. Come on, Dean, it's just like being human again. "... Pretty sure ice cream doesn't go with eggs, though."

... Did it? He can't remember.

"Dean." Cue the aggravated whine, although as per usual, Dawn will not being moving or even actually objecting to her hair being ruffled. Principle of the matter, obviously. "The ice cream is for while I'm waiting for the eggs."

There's a joke to be made here about gluttony being Dawn's sin.

Dean remembers this. The whole game, the sibling thing. He used to do the same thing with Sam. It was a long time ago, but it still hurts, and Dean has gotten into a routine of picking at, destroying, cutting up the things that hurt. So obviously, this little chat is going to be Dean's victim.

"Uh huh, because that's healthy." Dean rolls his eyes, heading to the fridge. Come on, she just needs to turn, do something to be off guard so Dean can start his job...

"Right, the patron saint of all things deep fried is going to lecture me on healthy eating." Having found the kind of ice cream she was looking for-- peach, because it's almost like fruit, kind of-- Dawn yawns again and turns to sit at the table. "Put lots of cheese in the eggs, okay?"

Gotcha.

Dean stops on his way to the fridge, and turns; she's not paying attention, she's sleepy, she's not going to be able to fight back. He grins, and lifts a hand, demonic powers flickering to life and shoving Dawn against the wall.

"Eh. Maybe later," Dean says mildly, holding her there as he heads to the drawers in search of tools. "Not really feeling the egg-making vibe right now."

Dawn's back thumps against the wall with a painful sounding crack, breath whooshing out of her in a quick rush. She doesn't respond for a second, although the half asleep laziness is officially gone.

"...Dean?" No terror, not yet. Wariness, but this is Dean. He wouldn't hurt her, right?

"I'd say Bingo, but you're only half right," Dean says, and his tone is pretty cheerful; not quite Stepford-y, like it was before, but. He's rummaging through things, still on the search for tools. "I'll give you three guesses, Dawnie."

He pauses in his search, and glances over his shoulder, grinning. His eyes are a deep black.

Now the terror is creeping in. On little cat feet. Demon feet. It's possible lack of sleep and panic are making Dawn slightly less than linear.

"Where's Dean?" She's shaking, slightly, but still manages to lift her chin and glare. "Because if he finds out you used his body to be a jerk to me, you're going down."

"Aw, that's cute," Dean says in a sing-song tone. He's finally found a knife, which is nice, as well as a lighter. The knife, really, is all he needs. The lighter gets placed aside for later.

"I am Dean," He continues, advancing on Dawn with the knife in his hand, examining the edge with a very interested expression. "But like I said. Only half right. Hell ain't an easy place to live in, sweetheart."

"Get out of him." She's not looking at the knife. Not, not, not. Just keep her eyes on his-- black, like... a snake? Or shark. Something black-eyed and creepy-- and the knife won't be real. "Shut up. You're not him."

030: [Location: Buffy's castle/ Accidental Visual] we're not in Hell anymore, Toto--

[ location: summers castle]

[ location: summers castle]

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