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 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.

[explosion]

[ 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. ]

[family_remains]

[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.]

[explosion]

[ 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.

[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?