themightysamson ([personal profile] themightysamson) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-02-18 01:16 pm
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Psych Evals, Round 2 [Timed Post-plot/Closed]

This crew was certainly proving to be a fascinating one. And given their recent mission and said revelations, there would probably be a lot on their minds. On his as well, but right now his job was to pick the brains of the rest of the crew.

Speaking of which, his next appointment was arriving at his office now.
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[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-02-21 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah? So what if I do? Somebody should."
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[personal profile] themightysamson 2011-02-21 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean.

"I'm curious, do you feel that way because you think it would be a selflessly noble thing to do, or because you think it would hurt you less if they lost you, rather than you losing one of them?"

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-02-21 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
He tends to get that reaction with some people.

In the meantime, Dean fell silent, blinking before pasting a large fake smile on his face. It was a low blow and hit home, but he'd never admit to it.

"Well you're the Doc, Doc. What do you think?"
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[personal profile] themightysamson 2011-02-21 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think you really would rather die than go on living after losing one more person that you care about. Because of the two, death seems like the easier and less painful option." He would add 'and permanent', but he's from Marvel. Death is only the beginning.

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-02-21 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He was silent again, and his eyes glanced around the room again.

"Yeah well, my dad once said what's dead should stay dead. Anyway that doesn't matter."

He gave a small shrug as his gaze grew distant.

"Didn't take." Death's not so permanent where he comes from as well. For a few cases.
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[personal profile] themightysamson 2011-02-21 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"...You died but 'got better?'"

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-02-21 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Tight expression, but his eyes still were unfocused. His hands clenched and unclenched. Gotta stay here, didn't need this shit right now.

"Something like that."
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[personal profile] themightysamson 2011-02-22 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"What happened?" Details, Dean.

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Don't want to go back there, he can't go back there again. Things are getting better. His voice sounded small and far away as he shook his head.

"...Went to Hell. Somebody eventually got me out."
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[personal profile] themightysamson 2011-02-22 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I see." And having been to Limbo, Hel, and other hellish dimensions, he can attest to the fact that they're not fun places.

"...have you spoken to anyone about what happened to you while you were in hell? How long were you there?"

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-02-22 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Dean still wasn't looking at him, his hands slowly opening and closing as he tried to focus on his current surroundings. Block out the sulfur smell, the fire, the rack.

He did nod though, "...Forty years for there."
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[personal profile] themightysamson 2011-02-25 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's a very long time," he noted. "How long since you were freed?"

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-02-25 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Physically freed at any rate, he's still working on emotionally and psychological. It was getting back, but some things, like worry over Sam's situation with the Yeerk, and watching Punishment exacerbated what he had been trying to bury.

Dean could still hear the doctor, but he didn't respond that time, his hands still opening and closing in steady succession.
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[personal profile] themightysamson 2011-02-28 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Dean..." his tone isn't sharp or harsh. He's not trying to break Dean out of his thoughts, though he does need to get his attention.

"Where are you right now, Dean?"

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-02-28 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Dean grew up, constantly being drilled and ordered by his Marine father. As it was, he reacted enough to the order to speak but his tone was dull, his eyes not seeing anything in the room.

"By the rack, sulfur's so damn thick down here. I just carved this guy's tongue out. He was screaming too damn much, hate it when they do that. Easier to focus when they're silent. He could have made the same choice as me, could have picked up the knife too, but he's new. He killed in his life, but now he's scared."
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[personal profile] themightysamson 2011-03-02 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Was that the worst thing you did while you were there?"

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-03-02 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Dean slowly shook his head, sniffling as tears started forming in his eyes.

"Couldn't take it anymore. Had to take up the knife. 30 years. Had to."
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[personal profile] themightysamson 2011-03-03 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
"And how did that make you feel?"

Cliche question, but one that needed to be asked.

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-03-03 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I..." He shook his head again. "I can't. Please."
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[personal profile] themightysamson 2011-03-03 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Dean... I need you to say it out loud."

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-03-04 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I liked it. Christ, but did I like it." Tears were streaming down his face now. He was a mess, and Alastair knew just how to break him. 'Daddy's little girl broke in 30.'
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[personal profile] themightysamson 2011-03-06 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
He let that confession hang in the air for a moment. But now that it was out there, Dean did need to confront it head-on.

"Dean, I know this is going to be hard for you, but I need you to think back. I need you to walk me through your thought process back then. Tell me which parts you liked, and why you liked it."

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Dean had admitted it to his brother, but it still wasn't something he liked to think about. Just bury it along with the feeling of abandonment and low self worth that were always in the background.

He shook his head again. He didn't want to. He thought he had put it behind him.

"I... Felt good having a purpose. Had a job and I was good at it. He said I was a natural for taking people apart. So damn easy."
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[personal profile] themightysamson 2011-03-08 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"So what's your purpose now?"

[identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com 2011-03-08 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Dean had his eyes closed again, but he briefly wiped them. Straightening up in his chair.

"Protect Sam, keep him safe. Protecting the people on board. More like what I used to. Hunting things, saving people."
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