it's such a cold day down here in hell; & it's a ways to heaven

[venatoris]

Who: infractus, lefthemisphere, & co.
What: catchall for january
When: throughout the month
Where: all over

Content Warnings:will be placed in thread titles if needed!





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[foolintherain]

[ The restraints that Castiel has on the monster hold, but that isn't an entirely good thing. Sam is bleeding, and the more Wanda uses her witchcraft on him, the more the monster fights, and the more it bleeds. She may not be hurting him, but Castiel is. This needs to go quickly, before the beast that used to be Sam fully throws itself on Castiel's sword.

Jaw tense, eyes still lit with the same blue glow as the Enochian warding (where it isn't dyed purple thanks to Wanda's strong, smothering red), Castiel looks over at Wanda and growls over the snap and snarl and screaming of the muzzles beast. ]

Is it working?

[ Gentleness is a luxury they don't have, in Castiel's opinion. Just break the wall in his brain and don't look back, Wanda. What's the worst that could happen? ]

cw gross fluids enjoy, dean.

[family_remains]

[It's working, dragged tooth and nail against all the willpower the beast has. No delicate, surgical extraction, it's blunt force trauma smashing everything around as he's grabbed and raised.

A horrible, gross extraction of screeching howls and breaking bones and blood.

So, so much blood.

But it is an extraction nonetheless. Slowly, and horrifically, the corruption is ripped back from it's host and purged all around in the form of pussy blood and thick, black, tar like substance which oozes into a giant mass around the beast far larger than what could have been reasonably housed inside it.

And, you guessed it, as they seem to achieve the impossible, the mass reaches critical mass before exploding, wet and acidic across the room.]

uggghkjdshfkshdjkf

[venatoris]

[ God, if there's one thing Dean hates? Disgusting bodily fluids spewing all over the place. It's why he doesn't like witches (Wanda doesn't spew rabbit blood or projectile vomit, so she's cool), and this is no exception.

He's stayed behind Cas for the most part, knowing there isn't much he can contribute in way of assistance. He's got his shield and he's ready to pull it up to protect them if need be, but he really isn't...expecting Sam to explode all over them, and he's horrified beyond measure, coated in sticky, wet slime. ]

Holy fuck-- Sam?!

[ He manages a few words, peeking out from behind Cas, pieces of flesh and bile dripping from his face. ]

[explosion]

[ the benefit of being the nexus being aka the scarlet witch known as wanda fucking maximoff is that she can act quickly thanks to her telepathy. and that's exactly what she does, all the while not letting go of ensuring that sam isn't lost in the crux of it all.

red emits from her, protecting her from the guts and… yuck that comes from sam. unfortunately for everyone else, well… we'll let them be covered in guts for now. she's happy to make it all disappear, guys. just blink twice. ]

[family_remains]

[It wasn't all for nothing.

There, laying on the floor covered in his own mess, is the familiar form of a familiar man. Laying very still and deathly quiet but his heart is beating so that's something.

the brand on Castiel's chest disperses with no lasting damage.

One- two- A gasp and Sam opens his eyes with a gasp, jolting upright to sit with wild eyes. Where- How?

He's in a cage.. god his head is killing him-- no, this is the basement?]

What's-

[Wanda.. he sees her first. Then Castiel and then Dean.]

What's going on?