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[cholesterol]

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DEAN WINCHESTER
voice. video. text. action.
un: Robert Plant

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Action; UP Housing

[thecanarylives]

[ True to her word, Sara arrives at Dean's door around noon on Sunday, a tote bag full of liquor, mixers, and DVDs tucked under her arm. She's honestly not even sure if these places even come with DVD players anymore - probably should've checked the setup in her own apartment before she came over - but they'll make due either way. Surely one of the streaming channels Duplicity has to offer isn't just for porn, right?

She's dressed down in her usual attire, black tanktop, black jeans, and motorcycle boots with a black leather jacket on top. Are there weapons tucked into every compartment of that jacket? Probably. What kind of ex-assassin walks around empty-handed?

She knocks, re-adjusting the strap of the tote bag on her arm as she waits for him to answer. ]

[cholesterol]

( Dean's walked Miracle earlier in the morning, so when he answers the door , the terrier-doodle mix is sitting quietly on his dog bed by the couch nibbling on a dog toy.

Dean answers the door in an apron, stepping aside to let her through. )

Hey Sara. Come on in. Morning.

text / un: rogers

[abide]

Hey. It's Steve. [ he would definitely know that by now??? ]

Just wanted to check in. See how things are going.

text / un: sid vicious

[cholesterol]

( he knows, if not from the name, from his avatar. and Dean's memory, both personal and fictional. MCU ftw. all of the above, basically )

Hey Steve, it's Dean.

All's quiet. Earned a quick buck doing deliveries, but I regret it now after one of the guys got glitter bombed right in front of me. Other than that, trying to keep my head down.

( it really takes all his strength. do they dance around a date that might happen? it feels a little like a fever dream, their early morning return. )

Can I ask you the same thing? All in one piece?

un: monty.cora, text

[jampony]

name: alec.
user pic: here

so, I hear you and I have this whole uncanny valley thing going on.
what's up with that?

un: sid vicious

[cholesterol]

( outside of needing a haircut (seriously, he looks more like sam than him hair-wise, it could be his brother. and which one of them isn't quite human? he's not unsettled! but he's not great. this guy really does look like him. )

You're not really asking me because you know I don't have the answers

You're Max's friend
Alec

left outside 12am 1/24

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[ neatly wrapped with a matching card on top, left outside with a gentle knock and the flutter of wings. ]

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[He's tired.

Incapacitated for a number of days he can't count, time moves differently here. Duplicity. He remembers it, the specific set of circumstances necessary to the city and survival within it.

He remembers - Dean.

Dean, who kept four years of poor choices, of progress in some cases, tongue in cheek to keep them moving forward. Rationally, he knows why he didn't voice everything. There weren't words to put to what he felt for Jack, how much he cared for him, for Sam - and moving forward how much he felt in general.

The losses, the victories, the abandonment, four years, and multiple deaths later. His reckoning with The Empty, an ongoing battle that Jack had to reach into the void to pull him out of. His last words to Dean, they feel so much heavier than they did before. Castiel could withstand a lot of things, including being rewired and remade by a child he raised up himself but that lingering vulnerability played differently with the atmosphere that made itself present in the city. His designation. The line down his neck, and the tattoo on his hip. Castiel checks for both, canvases the anatomy of his vessel and the changes in it. Differences that would be unnoticeable to many, but that he knew intimately. The width of his shoulders, the musculature of his form, and the weariness to his features crease the corners of his eyes and soften his jawline.

Once up, the reality of it all sinks in. Loud, and visible, Dean's death and Sam's life. The passing of time in two places, no, three. Castiel leaves Dean's apartment, and shows up at Crimson, behind the bar, in the dimly lit atmosphere accented with red. Familiar, but not at the same time.]

[cholesterol]

( Tomorrow, Dean can watch over Cas, have a proper day off, maybe take a load off. But, tonight Dean works. He's not of any help to Cas inside his mind or inside his memories. (He knows this to be painstakingly true. He is the one who led them into the trap with Billie.) He doesn't dwell on when Cas might come back, when in their fucked up timeline he'll be spit back out here in his body, if his body will be any different, or if there will only be memories. He hears hair changes. He asked about comas back when he first showed up, back when he wondered if Cas were in one, when he didn't know where he was.

In jail.

Pouring cut fruit into the trays, he turns to set down a deli cup between the well and the sinks and sees him. And he sinks. His heart. It sinks and then inflates, and he leaves the angel's breath on his lips. He's awake.

Dean's reactions are either understated or over the top. In this case, there is no swelling of music, no big Dean Winchester one armed bear hug. They did that in the Down.

Instead, Dean leaves his barback up front and takes Cas into the back. He leans against the hallway, the music escaping into the club but not reaching them here. Back here, he can hear whatever Castiel says. Here, he can say what he wants. He just doesn't know what he wants to say. Castiel has, for lack of a better term, and for Dean noticing, he's filled out. He reminds him of the Cas he remembers, the Cas who betrayed them, whom he lost trust in, and then forgave, only to lose months later.

Dean notices details. )

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[dirtytrenchcoat]

text | un: lars ulrich

[cholesterol]

Happy Singles Awareness Day

text | un: mona

[beautiful_vengeance]

Hey Dean. Want to join me for drinks sometime and do a little catching up?

text | un: keith moon

[cholesterol]

( feels like she's like two, three months late, but it's a big city. and alright, she's pretty fine. his type. they're all his type here, it feels like. everyone that just climbs right out of the woodwork. )

Hey Mona
Beating you to the punch, I'm probably not the Dean you need to catch up with
But, I'm down with getting to know you all over again
Sounds like we were friends
We can start with drinks

private →

[dirtytrenchcoat]

I miss them.
Jack. Sam.
I never really got a chance to say goodbye to him.

Sam, I mean.

And while I know it's selfish I can't help but feel their absence as something missing here. A greater part of myself, perhaps.

[cholesterol]

( He thinks about them all the time, about Sam and Jack and Jody and Donna and the girls. About Charlie and hopefully her girlfriend who was brought back. About Eileen. About Garth and his wife. He thinks about his mother and father, and every category of everyone he doesn't think he'll ever see again. He walks with that weight daily, like Cas. He guesses since their relationship has moved to another, carnal level, he opened the door for this kind of talk.

He could get up from bed, but he can't confront Cas in person about this, not this early and not with this much feeling. He sticks to text for now. )

Sam'll always be a part of both of us. Like Jack. Like mom and me. Jack's with you. Maybe not literally, since he's back in our universe keeping the world in balance

But, if it helps, imagine he's there with you
Inside
Your heart

Look, I'm not really qualified for this kind of a pep talk

I miss them, too. I miss everyone. But, aren't you happy our family and friends aren't here with us? UnWANTED sex aside. I don't want them here

( Except, he feels incomplete, too. And against all judgment? He does think his brother should be here. He belongs with his brother and his brother, him.

But, his brother also deserves his long life. )

from the city; ice breaker text

[byebyebikinis]

MEET NATASHA. YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT ORAL!

[cholesterol]

( but... he already knows her??? )

NICE TRY. WE'VE ALREADY MET

text / un: rogers

[abide]

[ because the city won't let them just live in peace: ]

MEET STEVE, YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT SHIELDPLAY!

text / un: keith moon

[cholesterol]

I guess the city has a new game. The city suggested Natasha and I talk about oral.

What even is shield play?

hot or not | leonard mccoy

[cholesterol]

( from here )

Or the accent and the y'alls

[the_real_mccoy]

Ya know, I can talk proper if I put my mind to it. I just don't bother mosta the time. I'm actually a lot worse when I'm tried though. Or excited. Be glad I usually police myself.

dom finder | leonard mccoy

[cholesterol]

( from here )

Blame me for being curious about how things work on a long space voyage

Re: dom finder | leonard mccoy

[the_real_mccoy]

Same as they do anywhere else. Some people make bad decisions an there's drama, most people save it till we can get planetside or to a station. Or they're just more discrete. Then there's the ones who end up in my medbay. People are people no matter where they are, sad ta say.

hot or not | leonard mccoy

[cholesterol]

( from here )

Yeah, until I frown so hard you think my forehead's gonna fold in on itself

Re: hot or not | leonard mccoy

[the_real_mccoy]

I don't believe it. Show me.

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[dirtytrenchcoat]

HEY! MEET CASTIEL YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT: POSITION TRAINING.

[cholesterol]

Do I even want to know what position training is?

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[jampony]

HEY! MEET ALEC YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT: RIMMING.

[cholesterol]

No

un; canary

[thecanarylives]

MEET SARA. YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT EDGING.

un: keith moon

[cholesterol]

Should we?

text; un: jaskier

[lettenhove]

MEET JASKIER. YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT BLOWJOBS.

un: keith moon

[cholesterol]

Sure, why not. What about blowjobs

Text | notrosecolored

[notrosecolored]

Do you have a job here? What is it?

[cholesterol]

Yeah, everyone pretty much needs one. I bartend for and manage at Crimson. M-F

text; un: c.snow

[trigeminalheadache]

Dean.

text; un: robert plant

[cholesterol]

Caitlin

text;

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[following this Castiel pulls out his device to at least give Dean some notice.]

Two men are fighting in the lobby
I went to get fresh fruit and the altercation almost made me spill my berries everywhere

There's a crowd forming

text | un: destructogirl

[proactive_with_pep]

u busy?