Ain't No Grave Can Hold My Body Down [Closed]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean had made sure to keep himself to the house. He was too worried about the next time he'd lose more memories to do much on the house expansions for now. It meant he spent his time pacing around like a caged tiger.

And then things shifted again. His hair became more mussed up, and his hands looked abraded and bleeding, like somebody who had to claw out of a coffin and the ground. He glanced around, trying to realize where he was. It wasn't Bobby's, and yet it seemed familiar. Everything was mixed up.

Sammy, he had to find his brother. Had to see him again after so long.

(ooc: closed, but open to anybody who'd be by the house or know the Winchesters well.)

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[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Meanwhile, Dean started to stir, and shift his limbs. Or try to in the case of his arms. He then struggled to free his arms. He scowled, and his black eyes gave the pair a look of hatred.

"What? No metal or spikes? Somebody's getting soft. Even Alastair would tie the tendons together."

[governorkang]

Kang didn't bother trying to convince Dean he wasn't in hell. "Sam, you know your brother. We can try, but do you really think that we'll be able to get through to him anytime soon?"

[chosenfamily]

Trying to convince Dean of the truth just didn't get them anywhere. "I know, I know. I keep hoping that he'll get his head out of his ass one day. Then again, he probably thinks the same about me."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Of course he was still in hell. Where else would he be? Anything else would be just a trick, and he stopped falling for those even before he picked up the knife. He scowled again but didn't speak further.

It was just some damn rope, even a third rate demon could get out of that. The Devil's Trap though, he had to break somehow, and that'll take time. He went back to focus on getting himself loose.

[governorkang]

"You wouldn't be brothers if you didn't," Kang snorted. He had no idea who his own brothers were, or even how many he had, but he'd spent more than enough time around humans (as well as the girls and his own children) to understand how siblings tended to act around each other.

[chosenfamily]

He couldn't help but agree with that. "Once we're through this section, we should be able to rest a little easier. I mean, next one isn't going to be fun, but it'll be...easier on the nerves."

Though seeing Dean tortured and giving up hope was going to tear at Sam just as much as this. If not more.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean concentrated, slowly trying to shift and maneuver around the knots. He once knew a trick for it, though it was easier with a knife or something sharp. Then again, his hands would just repair, he should stop pussyfooting around, and started to work faster. It wasn't long before the rope abraded his skin, and blood began welling to the surface.

[governorkang]

Noticing what Dean was doing, and the blood, Kang let out a short, irritated growl and put his hand on the hilt of his dagger, "...Sam, I think we're going to have to knock him unconscious the old-fashioned way if we don't him hurting himself further."

[chosenfamily]

Sam should have been expecting that. He turned, taking in the blood and what Dean was doing and made an exasperated sound himself. "God damn it, Dean. We don't want to hurt you."

Of course he wouldn't believe that right now. Wouldn't believe that until he got back through Hell. "On the other hand, we can't let you keep hurting yourself, either."

He didn't have a weapon. Kang was probably going to have to do it.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean was now just ignoring them. If this is their idea of torture, it was pathetic. Freaking amateurs that probably just off the rack. Not like him who had some time to perfect his skills.

Like now, the blood was helping lubricate his efforts to twist his hand loose. Just needed a little more leverage.

[governorkang]

"Well, here goes. Maybe he'll regress before he wakes up again," Kang muttered a curse and knelt down next to Dean after taking his dagger out of its sheath. He kept a careful eye on the bindings as he lifted the man up enough to get access to the back of his neck, and hit him hard with the hilt.

Times like this, he wished he had Granak around. All it took was one tap from the big sivak.

[chosenfamily]

Sam winced but didn't turn away. Though he did blink longer at the sound of hilt hitting flesh. At least regressions seemed to heal the previous injuries.

Sometimes brought their own injuries, such as what would happen with the next regression or so.

"I think it's a good thing I'm not going down to the planet," he said after a moment. "I'd probably kill the guy with the clock."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean turned to lash out at Kang when he was lifted up, but there was no time before he was knocked unconscious again. And this time, he slumped bonelessly, clearly out for a while this time.