i communicate with chords

[venatoris]

Who: dean winchester infractus, chuck hansen lefthemisphere, and evelyn oconnell egyptologist & you
What: Catchall
When: Month of November
Where: All over

Content Warnings: pretty much all the CWs from the TDM and event - body horror, blood. will warn for specifics in thread titles

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[venatoris]

[ Goddamn you're sassy tonight. ]

Excuse me, but I won that fight. [ As if that's really what matters here, but, you know. Give your brother a little bit of credit. ]

Sammy, I'm not discussing this with you in the middle of this damn bar. I'll tell you at home. Let's go.

[beforetheverse]

[Sam glowers, but relents enough to start walking back out, bumping into the occasional fighter who gives him an annoyed Look. He doesn't particularly care if there's a big bad dude to run into; he's more concerned with this brother being in a bunch of fights for no good reason (and he knows it's not a good reason, thanks).]

Fine, but I'm not waiting until we're home; we're gonna talk on the way.

What's your problem? You've been off ever since you got out of that weird goo-cocoon.

[venatoris]

You're so pushy.

[ It is so a good reason, kid. You're just too young to understand.

But at least they're on the way out of the club, this is absolutely no place for a fourteen year old.

Especially a feisty one. ]

If I buy you ice cream will you let it go?

[beforetheverse]

[He glowers at him — as if to say "this son of a bitch".]

Do you think I'm five?

[Which is to say... no. No, he's not going to let it go.]

Would you prefer I ask the entire network what's going on with you?

Maybe get some advice on how to stop our siblings from getting into underground fistfights?

[venatoris]

What do you even care, anyway? What do you care if I fight, win some rations? I might even bring home meat for a damn burger instead of mushrooms, I don't get why you're so bent outta shape.

[ He looks exasperated, because while he hasn't precisely been a joy to be around, older Sam is worse, so why's Dean getting all the shit, here?

(he knows why - he knows it's because he's wrong, things are off and wrong, because Cas is gone, fluttered off with barely a goodbye, and he's heartbroken and angry and unwilling to talk about it)

Kids. They're so damn nosy. ]

I think you're too damn smart for your own good.

[beforetheverse]

... Because you're not just doing it to win things.

[He says it quietly, arms folded, eyes pointed down. He says just what Dean is thinking, a helpless sort of tone in his response:] You're running off to bars to drink and fight, Cas is — I don't even know where right now. And Sam's not right in the head; something's seriously wrong with him. Things are so screwed up, and I don't know what to do for any of you!

I can't believe you'd ask why I care.

[venatoris]

[ Maybe it's unfair of Dean to fling that accusation - of course Sammy cares, even when he's done his own thing and been happier away from his family in Cali, he still cared. And at this age, it's more prevalent than ever, and Dean feels like an asshole, and relents.

He sighs, guides them out of the damn club so they can hear each other, door swinging shut behind them. The night air is cool, crisp, winter on the horizon and it kicks Dean's survivalist instincts from the apocalypse into gear, automatically counting rations in his head before he swings his attention back. ]

You're right, I'm sorry. There...is some stuff going on. A lot. I just wasn't sure how to actually tell you any of it.