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

[ Dean winces as he listens to them talk, listens to the beasts (Sam's) roar, realizing the uselessness of his presence but at the same time, the desperate need to be present, to see how it goes down, no matter the cost. ]

Don't get too close, [ He tells Wanda, just from force of habit. ]

You two...are probably the most powerful people here in Trench. If you can't do it, I'm not sure anyone can.

[ If not, then...

Well. That's a bridge to cross when they arrive at it. ]

[ wanda doesn't turn nor flinch when monster!sam growls and shifts loudly. really, it's just a huge inconvenience that he's moved at all. ]

Shush.

[ it's said to sam, not dean, of course. wanda has manners.

her eyes glow red. it's reflected in the gnarly eyes of the monster formerly known as sam. she quietens his mind, tries to make him stop thinking about meals and food. all she wants is for him to think of nothing at all, to exist in an endless sea of nothingness.

her eyes stop glowing red. ]

We can do it.

[ while wanda may not know castiel from a bar of hydra soak, she has to trust that he's capable. he has to be. there's no other option than to bring sam back and she doubts he would be here if he didn't think it possible. ]

[ Wanda has Castiel's attention more than the chained monster. Even as it growls, he watches her. "Hundreds of people every second of every day" ? What could possibly justify something like that? But, she isn't the problem right now. Dean trusts her.

With an uncomfortable look towards Dean, all but saying, "I don't trust her and this is dangerous," in a glance, he forces himself to put his doubts aside and turns full towards the monster. ]

The Sam we knew is a memory...

[ He directs towards Wanda, though his focus is on the beast as Castiel's eyes glow blue and the chains holding the monster in place begin to brighten and burn, sinking down through the iron and into the flash beneath, squeezing tighter. There's a sizzling, pitched up hum, like static. His voice raises over it, tense with exertion. ]

I'll hold him. You bring him back.

[ interesting. the chains burn effortlessly. blue has always felt like the colour that best compliments her red. over the last few months, she's seen more of it than she has in the last ten years.

while wanda doesn't agree with his presumption, she knows that this isn't the place for any arguments. sam is still there, deep, deep, deep down, buried like grief usually is. she trusts that this will work; it has to. wanda doesn't want another brother to lose his sibling.

she nods. ]

And Dean? [ she looks at him. ] Are you going to stay?

[ wanda doesn't say it as though she wants him gone. she doesn't think for a second he'd hightail out of here, but she imagines this is an instance where he's going to need at least a helmet. ]

Yes.

[ The answer is immediate, but he is smart enough to back up, to move behind Cas, because...

Well. Cas is a friggin' angel and virtually indestructible. Dean isn't stupid, he knows he's just...some guy, some human. ]

I'll be okay.

[ wanda nods.

it's effortlessly that she transforms with a sparkle of red her everyday clothing into her scarlet witch attire. it feels easier to access her power this way and it's a token of pride, something she imagines agatha felt when she had slipped into her true skin for that final fight in westview.

while she feels slightly nervous (nerves had to be a good thing), she inhales deeply and calms herself. sam is in there. while this is something that's very much outside of her usual wheelhouse, wanda can sense him deep down—and that's the tether she needs. all she has to do now is dig. ]

Ready when you are.

[ The costume change is impressive, though Castiel only sees it from the corner of his eye, focused on the monster in front of them as he is. There isn't a strong light in the room, and so his own dressing up— i.e. the shadow of feathers across Dean's face and the wall behind— is comparatively vague and unimpressive, but not unimportant. Castiel has already faced down this beast, and he knows it isn't intimidated by little things like a witch's horns or an angel puffing up his wings. Castiel does it anyway, though because he wants to be ready to get Dean and get out if whatever Wanda tries goes south.

He doesn't bother with an angel blade just yet. He holds the charm bracelet in his hand like a Buddhist mala, and the chains holding the monster down twist and tighten in anticipation of the fight. ]

Ready.

[ with a glance at that charm bracelet, wanda turns to look at sam.

although there's always a place for nervousness, she knows there's no room for any doubt. she has to believe that this will work—and she knows from experience that what she believes in generally comes true, even if it requires a little nudge from her. but she hopes that the trench's own magic doesn't try to combat their own.

holding out her hands, she inhales deeply and focuses on the monster before them. but it's not the monster she wants to find, it's the man who's been twisted and contorted inside. slipping beneath that tough skin, her hands and eyes begin to glow red. slivers of the beast before them begin to glow a faint red, sparks of magic appearing along his skin like fireworks. ]

He's going to grow mad.

[ any second. sam seems very hot-tempered as a gnarly beast. ]

[Warned not a second too soon as the beast twists in his restraints with such torque that they cut his thick skin. The blood is ugly- pale streaked with a reddish black that shouldn't be there. It stinks of Corruption, tangy and sour as it spreads through the air.

Eyes blazing red behind it's horned mask, fanged mouth open in a scream regardless of Wanda's muzzling. It's feral, base instinct to howl and scratch into the floor. Leave him alone, let him go, get out of his head- sucked deep, deep down into the void inside him. Nothing at the core until all at once a tiny little curl of familiarity flickers in response.]

[ wanda may wince, but she doesn't stumble. the roar's loud, but it doesn't knock her from her feet. she's learned from thanos' blitz to keep her stance firm, her knees locked, and her magic bolting her to the floor so she can become unwavering.

her eyes continue to glow red as her fingertips burn with it. her magic begins to grow bolder, slowly beginning to blossom; where the basement had only a soft glow of red, it begins to burn brighter, scarlet almost appearing as wallpaper on the walls. she wants to dig deep inside of his head to find him—the equivalent of his hand, even if it's a pinky—but she still pursues it gently. wanda doesn't wish to hurt sam if she can help it.

and she thinks sharply, just for sam: ]

I'm not letting go.

[ 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?~~ ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[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?

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

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cw gross fluids enjoy, dean.

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