Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
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Helpless. That was the first time in a long time Castiel felt utterly helpless and unable to do anything. He watched as Sam inserted the needle in Dean’s arm, and watched again as Dean started to cry out. He said prayers to himself hoping to ease Dean’s pain, although he knew that there was really not much more he could do until the Ecto Plasm was out of Dean’s system. Cas was stuck. Completely stuck.
He looked at Bobby and watched his reaction. Bobby looked terrified, they all did. Cas prayed that they would all remain calm. Then he turned when he saw Annali run towards Dean to take the IV out of his arm. Bobby had stopped her thankfully. He looked at Bobby, “Perhaps she should leave the room...” Castiel suggested though he knew that she wouldn’t want to do that. He shook his head, “Nevermind...” he said softly. He knew that Annali would not like him for suggesting that, but at the same time, he also knew that they HAD to do this or Dean was going to die.
As Dean continued to cry out Castiel went over to him and placed a hand on him to calm him a bit even though he could not heal him. He continued to pray. It was the only thing he knew he could do for now. Although he knew it might freak Dean out, but still...Castiel was willing to do anything at this point.
“No, ggggahhh…let me go!” Dean had said, and Castiel placed a hand on him gently, “Dean, it is me, Cas,” he said softly to him. “Please calm yourself, you will be alright...” he said knowing how hard it was for Dean to even hear him at the moment. He knew that Dean was in too much pain. He wished there were a way for him to ease the pain Dean was feeling but he knew there was not.
As Dean’s back arched and Dean let out another cry, Castiel backed up a little. He looked to Sam for assistance but he knew there wasn’t much either of them could do. Castiel for the first time in his life, knew what the term ‘throwing up’ meant, and he almost felt as though he could do that at this time. Still, he didn’t of course, being he was in fact an angel. Though he did hold his stomach for a moment.
As Dean let out one last howl in pain, Cas could tell that the Ecto Plasm had left Dean’s body. “It worked...” he said glancing at the others. Castiel then went over to Dean and placed his hands on him once again. He closed his eyes for a second, then healed Dean. “He is healed,” Castiel said softly. He turned and walked towards the door, though he did not leave. He sat down on the ground for a minute trying to compose himself. He had never quite seen anything like this.
Post by The Preceptor on Aug 10, 2010 13:54:51 GMT -8
Annali had no idea what Dean was going through but if it was anything even remotely close to the excruciating pain she felt crushing her chest while watching him being tortured like this, she didn't want to know. Normally she (and most others) considered her a sensible, rational woman, but all of that was going out the window right now because here was the man she loved screaming and begging for mercy and all she wanted to do was help him find it... it wasn't like any of them were sure this little plan would work anyway.
So at first she was able to keep at least relatively calm, and she watched him helplessly. Tears would well up in her eyes and then flow freely down her cheeks, and no matter how much she tried to blink them away, they would just return anew. She felt miserable and helpless and frustrated. She didn't understand any of this and she certainly didn't understand why every time she and Dean were together his life was in jeopardy.
When Dean started to scream 'no more' and tried pulling out the IV only to be held back by Sam, it enraged her, and she made a dive toward the bed, screaming at poor Sam horrible things such as 'What is wrong with you?!' and 'How could you do this to your own brother?!' and even 'You're killing him!' Luckily Bobby had better reflexes than he might have appeared to and he managed to grab her around the waist and pull her back before she could render this entire experiment a waste of time by wrecking the whole thing. She fought against him at first, pounding her fists furiously on his chest, but the old hunter held strong, and eventually she succumbed to exhaustion and and slumped against him in defeat, watching the man she loved helplessly as he held on for his life.
When finally the disgusting black ooze bubbled up on his chest and formed the odd symbol, Annali's sobs quieted and she couldn't help but watch in fascination. She managed to calm herself when Castiel announced that Dean was healed, and gently she pulled out of Bobby's grip and left the room, returning just moments later with a damp wash cloth. "So he's okay?" she asked them worriedly as she knelt on the floor next to the head of the bed and began to gently mop Dean's sweat-soaked skin with the cool, damp cloth.
Post by Sam Winchester (NPC) on Aug 28, 2010 5:09:04 GMT -8
Sam stayed perched on the edge of the bed. He took a deep breath as his brother hissed and cursed as the solution made contact with his bloodstream. Sam just nodded in agreement and feelings of empathy as Dean started shouting out comments about the pain. That was only the beginning though. Sam knew it was going to get much worse. And, it did.
Steeling himself for what he knew was coming, Sam placed one hand on Dean's shoulder, lightly at first to be reassuring. His other hand he placed at his brother's wrist, again, gently. Trying to provide some small amount of comfort that someone was still there. There was a purpose though for Sam's actions, above and beyond a reassuring presence. Sam's face was set, his jaw clenched and he swallowed hard to get past the lump in his throat. His eyes were locked on Dean's face.
When the thrashing started Sam's hand clamped down on Dean's shoulder. Doing the best he could to keep him down and the arm with the IV from jerking around to much. As the seizure like movements got more intense, Sam's grip got stronger and the hand at Dean's wrist was song grasped by his brother's own strong grip. Squeezing Sam's fingers tightly. Sam didn't flinch and his eyes didn't waver from Dean's face.
Then came the screaming and that's when Annali lost it. Bobby had to physically restrain her. She was frantic and Sam's heart broke for her. Still, he remained steadfast. Holding onto his brother, guarding the arm with IV like a pitbull when anyone attempted to rip the tubing free. It didn't matter if it was Annali or Dean himself, no one was getting close to that needle mechanism.
The torture seemed to go on for hours. In fact, it was hours. It took at least two hours for the entire bag of holy saline solution to flow into Dean's system. Every moment felt like an eternity to Sam. There was nothing he could do, but hold his brother down and make sure the plan had a chance to work.
His gaze still glued to Dean's eyes he saw out of the corner of his eye the seeping of the ectoplasm rising up through the skin of Dean's mid-section. Sam kept his hold tight. Not sure what was going to happen. Sam realized he was still holding Dean's hand while his other still rested on his shoulder as Dean finally collapsed back on to the bed. A quick glance from Sam and Castiel was there, his healing power finally able to work.
Bobby was out the door like a shot, his face pale as a ghost. After placing his healing hands on Dean, Castiel moved away and planted himself on the floor like he was exhausted and stunned from the whole ordeal. Which, they all were really. Then Annali replaced Castiel on the other side of Dean. She was still worried but calmer now with a wash cloth in hand, gently patting Dean's forehead with the cool damp rag. The woman was stronger than people gave her credit for and Sam smiled weakly when she asked if Dean was OK. Nodding his head, Sam finally let his hand leave Dean's shoulder and unclasped his other hand. Easing himself back slightly.
"Yeah, I think he's OK."
Sam let his eyes close, took in a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair. All he could do was sit there. He didn't know what else to say. The breath came out in a huge sigh of relief though and he finally was able to relax a little bit.
(OOC: Not sure what else we want to happen here. I think Dean can probably wrap it up with a final post? We could do some kind of separate aftermath posts maybe if anyone wants to. Yay/Nay? )
Post by ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED on Aug 31, 2010 7:32:38 GMT -8
It was the evening of the next day when Dean first came around, stirred awake by a noise downstairs in Bobby’s house. It sounded like someone dropping a pan in the kitchen, followed by someone half heartedly swearing and then reassuring someone else that it was fine. Dean listened for a moment, unable to really hear much more than that as his foggy mind turned its attention to trying to remember where he was.
Hospital…Bobby’s…black…burning….pain….
His tired mind wouldn’t quite fit the pieces together to make the whole picture and when it started to get overwhelming, he gave up and tried opening his eyes instead. Only that wasn’t happening either, someone had glued his eyelids down and they were refusing to budge. He’d have rubbed at them with his fingers, only his arms were too heavy as well and pretty much every part of his body wouldn’t co-operate with his plan to move. He didn’t really care, unconsciousness was already coming back to claim him, apparently not done with trying to restore his energy. Within seconds he’d fallen asleep again, softly sighing into the pillow as he went under.
Sometime in the early hours of the next morning, he woke again, this time roused by his own nightmares. He’d been dreaming that he was being dragged back to Hell by a demon on a flaming horse, his hands desperately clawing for purchase in the dirt as he was pulled back into the fires by a burning rope around his ankles. Just out of reach, he could see Sam, Bobby and Castiel all standing in front of a desperate looking Annali, holding her back and stopping her from running after him. Sam was silently crying. Dean screamed his name just as Hellfire engulfed his body and that’s when he’d jolted awake.
A barely audible moan escaped his lips as slowly he became aware of how sore his whole body was. It was different to before though, his muscles were tired from being tense too long rather than from any kind of illness, just the after effects of over use. Like he’d over exerted every fibre in his body after a particularly hard hunt or something.
The room was quiet but for his breathing and he cautiously cracked open his eyes to sneak a peek at where he was. It took a few blinks to find focus, but the sight of a newly repaired hole in the wall where Sam had punched his fist through it made Dean wonder how long he’d been asleep.
Long enough for someone to replaster…
His mouth was cottony, dry and tasted like he’d not drank for days when he rolled his tongue around it, the feeling making him pull his face a little as he pushed the pile of blankets back that he’d twisted himself up in during the night. The fire that had ravaged his body had long since died out, thanks in part to whoever had been soothing him with the cool cloth still left on the bedside table, but more realistically, because Sam’s crazy plan had worked.
He remembered the pain now, how it had taken over his body and removed his control. How it had made him see things that weren’t there and had made him delirious and crazy. It hurt to know that his loved ones had been forced to witness him like that, a shadow of what he had endured in Hell but it had been the only way Sam knew would save his life and thankfully, it had worked like a charm.
Sitting up in bed with a lazy yawn, Dean scrubbed a hand over his face and forced himself to wake up. He wanted to make sure everyone was okay, but he also really needed the bathroom too. Maybe a drink and perhaps some food. Yeah, definitely some food, his stomach growled in agreement. If he was hungry, it was a sure sign he was going to be okay.
Evidently, he’d been sleeping for some time because his balance was a little shot when he stood up, nothing a few shakes of the head and a hand on the wall couldn’t cure though and soon he was padding barefoot off to the bathroom to take care of business. It was only when he was stood in front of the toilet looking down that he realised he was wearing a pair of flannel pyjama pants that he didn’t remember putting on. No doubt, someone had cleaned him up and redressed him while he was passed out.
Please be Li and not Sam…or Bobby….
Toilet flushed, he ambled over to the bathroom sink, fully expecting to see the reflection of the walking dead staring back at him from the mirror above it. Last time he’d looked at himself, his skin was an odd, washed out grey colour, eyes dull and ringed with black, cheeks sunken and hollow like a corpse. But now, although his usual tan colour had yet to return, he was practically the picture of health. The light in his eyes had returned at least and everything else would improve with a little food and some time out in the sun.
His chest too seemed completely normal too, no traces of ectoplasm under the skin, although there was a hand sized bruise at the top of his shoulder and a ring of fading purple around the wrist of the arm that the IV had been stuck in. All around where the needle had been inserted at his eblow was mottled with bruises too and he vaguely remembered trying to pull it out, which also explained why his arm was bruised top and bottom. Sam had probably had to force him to keep it still so he didn't dislodge the drip. He really didn't mind if that was the case, he was just glad Sam had been strong enough to see it through.