http://notadamnangel.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-05-09 08:16 pm

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

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.)
governorkang: (Council business)

[personal profile] governorkang 2011-05-22 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] chosenfamily 2011-05-22 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
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."