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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 9, 2011 9:54:22 GMT -5
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Location: diner
Music:Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi
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Post by Adam Milligan on Nov 9, 2011 11:55:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]If Nick ever needed proof that Adam loved her, not that she'd ever asked for such proof but this was an entirely mental metaphor working here, the fact that he'd agreed to come to this meetup with Dean ought to fulfill the need. He hadn't wanted to come, he hadn't wanted to even see his oldest half-brother but he sure as shit hadn't wanted to go to some random diner outside the safe confines of the casino where he could run back to the safety of his room or Sam's sickbed or even one of the musicians' suites where there would be somebody willing to be company while he pulled himself together again. But here's where Dean wanted to meet, and Nichole wanted them to come have this conversation, and so here he was. He walked over to the booth where Dean was sitting (his mind wanted to call it 'sprawling', to draw an impression of arrogance from it, but tht wasn't fair and he could admit that much, if only privately) and gave his oldest half-brother an awkward nod and no eye contact. He slid into the seat across from Dean, letting Nich sit next to her big brother if she wanted to but Adam had no desire to snuggle, thanks. "Hey." It was quiet, and there was no eye contact, but he managed it and that was something. "How's it going?" He pulled his Zippo out of his pocket under the table and started turning it over and over in his hand. He wouldn't smoke on Nick, but he needed something to fidget with. |
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Post by Nichole Winchester on Nov 11, 2011 0:02:10 GMT -5
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too many dreamers,
LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST |
[/div] It had taken quite a bit of convincing on Nichole’s part to get her half brother to come and see Dean. She didn’t know what actually got him to say yes to her. She wasn’t sure if it was that their older brother wanted to talk to him and work stuff out, or if it was the promise that she was going to be there with him. She would defiantly be a buffer in this, and attempt to keep him grounded like she had done off and on since she showed up on his doorstep. She might not have a relationship like Dean and Sam have with either of them two, but she hopes at least she could have something resembling that with Adam. After all, he was forgotten in Hell and well she was forgotten period…
So she walked in closely next to her younger brother, watching for any signs of a breakdown that would demand her immediate and full attention. She noticed that Dean had taken a table, in a somewhat sheltered corner of the place with a coffee, most likely black, in front of him on the table. The steam could still be seen rising from the hot liquid inside the cup. She watched and followed Adam over to the table and let him choose the seat first. She knew that her half brother didn’t really want to come, and she knew he was doing this for her. She flashed her more troubled brother a warm smile, and watched as he slid into the seat across from their older brother. She bit her lip, not really sure where she should sit her rear. She was torn between sliding in next to Adam, so that perhaps she could reach out and ground him if she saw he was slipping. On the other hand she also wanted to sit next to Dean, just to feel his protective instincts that she felt like she needed after dealing with Ruby the few times they had come in close proximity.
Nichole’s eyes darted between her brothers, her torn feelings clearly written across her face. She had to decided on Adam’s need of her verses her need of Dean. She had learned one thing since she had been back about freedom, and she really didn’t like the lesson and principle of it. She had learned that making a choice was really hard, and she couldn’t help but briefly wish someone would make that choice for her. Just like it was done when she was in heaven. She finally had decided to not take the selfish route, and slid into the seat next to Adam. It was just after his greeting to Dean, and she felt him jostle next to her and pull out an item to fidget with out of site. ”Well, we made it. Dean, please don’t make this hard for anyone. I can only do so much if things get rough…” She pleaded with her big brother, her hand reached out and touched his arm that he was hiding under the table. It was her way of telling him that it was okay, and she was watching out for him. TAGGED: Dean/Adam WORD COUNT: 529 NOTES: She has no idea what Dean wants to talk about, but she hopes it wouldn’t make things worse for Adam… [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 13, 2011 16:54:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/rj-2.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #5a6a7e; width: 500px; height: 320px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Dean had to admit that he had not thought that it would be easy to have this meeting with Adam but when it started he had to admit that he didn’t like the assumed connotation that he had planned to in some way make this uneasy for anyone he just wanted to move past it and for everyone to be normal however they seemed to believe that he was going to incite some war in the diner when in fact that was not his plan in the slightest if he was being honest. He had wanted to see how Adam was because everyone else had been saying that he had been bad, it wasn’t like he was going to take a swing at the kid, Dean got the feeling that they seemed to think that he was going to be the problem. It was almost as if they had forgotten that it had been Dean that had been holding everything together over the last couple of years, after all other than Nichole he had watched all of his family die including his mother even if he had not seen her actual death. Not that Dean had a problem with anyone else but the fact was Dean was sick of being seen as being hot headed when it was more he had been through the most, he had been through hell literally and he had seen both of his brothers, full and half brother go there needless to say this was not easy for Dean either. Taking a sip of his coffee he addressed Nichole before Adam. “I promise to be on my best behaviour.” He said with trademark grin before turning to Adam, “And we need to talk, about hell. I get that you don’t want to with what you have seen, trust me I get that more than anyone but something I learnt because of Sam was talking when you don’t have a wall in your head like Sam was a little lucky to have, you need someone to talk to because it eats at you like a hole that nothing can fill, you feel dead inside, nothing can fill it probably something that you know right now and I knew it as well, so right here me and you can talk or we can do what we generally do with problems which is get a large amount of alcohol and drink it all, it’s your call.”
Location: hotel
Music:Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi
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Post by Adam Milligan on Nov 14, 2011 3:36:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]That was a lot of verbiage coming at him in a hurry and for a moment Adam kept his eyes down, thinking through it all and sorting it in his brain. He had an immediate reaction to it, but he took a moment to re-examine that reaction, make sure it wasn't out of proportion to the situation. Adam's instincts were all off lately, he spent a fair bit of time examining his own motivations. When he felt like he had a real grasp on his own emotions, he tried to answer, keeping his eyes dropped right at first. "I wasn't in hell, Dean. I was in the Cage. It's not a distinction that people seem to much recognize, but the differences are pretty large. In hell you're being tortured by demons. If you're really unlucky, like you and Dad, you're being tortured by demons who are experts at it. Alastair, his lot. They're doing it to further a goal; to corrupt your soul and break you down. Whether to convince you to become a demon, or to try and trip the Seal, there's a purpose to it. In the Cage it was me, Sam, Michael, and Lucifer. They tortured us because they could. Because it was fun. Because it was something to do in between bickering. Because they wanted to one-up one another and see who could break theirs the fastest. Because they were angry--God, they were always so fucking angry--and we were the ones who'd trapped them, at least in their minds." "No goal. No purpose. No reason. And no limits. They could turn that world into anything. A lake of fire, the frozen heart of a snowflake, anything. They could make us feel our cells dying one by one, or the constant barrage of molecules slamming against our bodies or the slow decay of neurons flickering out. They could plop us down into our own memories and then twist them until I still don't know which ones were real and which weren't. Did I really fight with my mother the night before the state semifinal track meet my freshman year of high school? Did I really tell her I hated her and call her an idiot for waiting around for Dad to figure out that she was in love with him? I'm not sure. Probably I'll never know. And it went on, and on, and on, and on. A month here is ten years there, remember? That's one thing that does translate. And for over a year it was just me and Sam down there. And then for eight more months it was only me." He rubbed his fingers across his eyes with one hand, his other slipped the lighter into his pocket and then reached out under the cover of the table to find Nick's hand. "It's not talking about the Cage that I have trouble with, though I..." clearly groping for the best choice of words, "appreciate your being willing to talk about it. What messes with me, apart from the panic attacks and the hallucinations and the fainting spells and the mood swings and so on, is working through how I ended up in that Cage in the first place, and how I ended up back out of it again. And," he made himself lift his eyes to Dean, if he was going to be making accusations he needed to have at least that much courage while he did so, "how I didn't get out." Location: Some diner in Vegas Music: Shadow of the Day - Linkin Park Outfit: His usual suburban lack of style. Notes: Trying ever so hard to be fair, but if Dean wants to know the truth, he'll get it.
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Post by Nichole Winchester on Nov 16, 2011 23:33:14 GMT -5
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too many dreamers,
LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST |
[/div] All Nichole could do is to smile a bit back at her big brother and nod her head briefly when he promised he would keep a level head over this. She had no clue why she was there, as she had been the only child of John Winchester that was never in Hell. Not one part of it, so she knew she wouldn’t have anything to add to this conversation. So she had made herself a promise to not interfere unless she was directly addressed or if it looked like Adam wouldn’t be able to handle the talk. She couldn’t help the mental smirk at Dean’s suggestion of getting blinding drunk off everyone’s ass, but she had a deep feeling that she might not be able to hide the fact from her overprotective big brother and her mentally unstable younger brother that she doesn’t handle stress well and drinking alcohol doesn’t help any when the building ’flashes’ out of sight to only reappear in a different location.
She suddenly felt in over her head as she listened to Adam talk about what went on downstairs. She tried her best to keep the tears out of her eyes, to be a Winchester, but it was so hard. She wished she could take it most if not all of it away from her younger brother, make him better but she knew she can’t. So she settled for what she could do for him now, and grasped his hand when she felt it search for hers. She bit her bottom lip, not really sure what else she could do for him besides just hold his hand to keep him grounded. She had absolutely nothing to add, and she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t help but start asking herself if she could get her hands on some good alcohol and drink herself into oblivion… TAGGED: Dean/Adam WORD COUNT: 312 NOTES: Has really nothing to add to the conversation, and won’t be doing or saying much unless directly addressed… [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 13, 2011 9:13:55 GMT -5
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Location: hotel
Music:Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi
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Post by Adam Milligan on Dec 15, 2011 14:56:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]A thin smile, bitter because they all were these days. "Thanks, I appreciate the offer. Both for the talk and for the training. I don't really want to hunt as such, I don't think, but I'm definitely thinking I'm going to need to learn the basics of how it's done, if only to know how to protect myself and help out when it truly hits the fan." All true enough, if still well off the point of what was really bothering Adam. But he was increasingly coming to believe that Dean wasn't looking to find out what was bugging him. That what Dean wanted was to get his own point of view out there, make his offers and move on. It maybe wasn't everything Adam had hoped for out of this meeting, but it was definitely better than he might have feared. Maybe someday he and Dean could talk about what Adam saw as the real issue that was poisoning their relationship. Maybe not. But either way, it wasn't looking like it was going to happen today. And given that he was always lecturing Sam and Nick about the two of them wanting absolute emotional committment immediately, maybe he needed to back off and let shit happen at its own pace. So he said, again with his hand in Nichole's under the table, "I think it if works out, when the tour leaves Vegas I'm going to head out with Sam. Whether that's with the tour or not isn't real clear yet, but either way I think that like you said, sticking with people who understand us is a good idea. Dad's taking off on his own, I think, he's been very...avoidant." An off-center grin. "Not that that's a big change." |
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Post by Nichole Winchester on Jan 15, 2012 17:50:19 GMT -5
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too many dreamers,
LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST |
[/div] Nichole's hand still clutched her younger half-brother's under the table. Her attention was split between her brothers and the patrons that were also in the dinner with them. Then all of a sudden, whispering was heard in her head. But it wasn't in English, and she had heard the language when she was stuck in heaven. She didn't know what was going on, as she continued to whip her head around as she attempted to pinpoint the source of the voices. However she just couldn't figure it out, and she was getting a bit scared as to what was going on. Her hand automatically tighten around Adam's, as she tried to hide from the others in the dinner. It was very clear to her brothers that something was wrong with her, and she just hoped that she wasn't making Adam worry over her and freak out because of it.
“My point was you don’t have to bottle it up, fine I wasn’t in the cage but I know what hell is like, I know what demons are like and the shit they pull, I have seen a lot of good people go down a dark road because of this life and they never ever come back from it, if you want I can show you how to hunt, the both of you show you how to get over what you have seen, I have been there and done that so I am the best person to get you out of this no matter what anyone else thinks.”
The blonde half-angel didn't hear much of what her older brother said, save for the part of him offering to teach them how to hunt. The voices still whispered loudly in her head, but she managed to look at him her eyes questioning him about his sudden change in heart. He had only let her help him by researching, and then he would lock her up in the motel room while he went and did the legwork himself. His words during one slightly heated conversation came back and rang in her mind, under the new voices of course. 'I don't want you to hunt! You'll get hurt!' his voice nearly shouted at her, and she remembered she shrank back in slight fear from him. He seemed pretty upset at her suggestion of learning to help him more. She let it drop then, and now he was bringing it up again. ”Why the change of heart, Dean? I mean you were pretty clear the last time I asked to help... And I'm not quite sure how I would have fit into the other conversation, as I'm the only one of the kids that hasn't been to any part of Hell...” She said softly as if she was distracted, of which she was due to the loud voices in her head...
"I think it if works out, when the tour leaves Vegas I'm going to head out with Sam. Whether that's with the tour or not isn't real clear yet, but either way I think that like you said, sticking with people who understand us is a good idea. Dad's taking off on his own, I think, he's been very...avoidant. Not that that's a big change."
Again, Nichole didn't hear most of what was said due to the voices but she did hear that Adam was going with Sam when the tour was over. She couldn't help the twinge of pain that she felt that she couldn't help him more. She knew that Sam wouldn't want her around, and that was okay with her. She could live with that, even if it hurt her. She gave her younger brother a halfhearted grin, as she attempted to keep the fact that she might be going insane, and that she was hurt over her relationship with Sam from both of her brothers. It was a hard thing, and she wasn't even sure if she convinced them of it. ”That's good to hear, Adam. I'm not really sure where I'll be going...” She responded in the same tone she had used when she asked Dean her question, just that she hoped she would have been able to keep the pain and hurt she was feeling out of it. TAGGED: Dean/Adam WORD COUNT: 713 NOTES: Trying to function with 'Angel Radio' on full blast in her head... [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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