catch-all

[xwing]

CHARACTERS: luke skywalker
LOCATION: various locations
DATE: december
CONTENT: catch-all + open mistletoe prompt
WARNINGS: probable star wars trauma

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[ruinously]

[ Another item added to his internal list of Things Dean Did Not Expect: being Force lifted and moved back. His little fanboy heart nearly stops out of pure joy, but he manages to keep the expression on his face something more along the lines of 'haha, whoa' as opposed to shock and awe and wonder and general obnoxiousness.]

No boots in the bed, [ Dean agrees, shuffling to make more room and groooping for the mostly empty bottle of whiskey that's on the floor by his bed to take a little sip before stashing it. ]

I know...most of your baggage. Probably. [ He's tried to tone it down, because he knows exactly how he felt when he found out about Chuck and those damn books -- he wouldn't wish that on anyone. It's a weird, unnerving feeling, and he's lucky that Luke doesn't seem to hold it against him. If anything, it seems to have made Dean a friend - a friend that's openly ready to give him a cuddle and listen to his woes, which isn't something Dean has experienced in his life, ever.

Not once.

He swallows and curls in, pressing against Luke's side, happy that in this position, the vulnerable look on his face isn't visible. ]

You don't wanna know about me. It's all...boo hoo trauma. Just like everyone else on this station. I'm not special.

[xwing]

[ .. does dean know about his father? luke hasn't told anyone here, and even at home, he's only told leia, because she deserves to know that vader was her father, too. it's intimidating, sometimes, to think of how much dean really could know about him. not intimidating enough to scare him off, though, especially with the taller man curled like a tired child against him.

he skims a hand up dean's back, then smooths down it again, trying to be soothing. it's been a while since he's comforted anyone personally, being what he is to the alliance. and anyway, after a while, you get jaded about losing people, and rogue squadron had been made up of the best pilots-- which means those who'd survived multiple campaigns. this isn't the same as helping a grieving wingman, but some of the motions are the same, at least, familiar as he tips his head against the top of dean's. ]

You don't have to be 'special' for me to care about your life, Dean. [ his other hand comes up, looping around the other man and curling gently at the nape of his neck, keeping him close. ] You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, though.

[ruinously]

[ Ask and he shall tell, young Padawan.

Dean's eyes slip closed, letting his head rest against Luke's shoulder, hand resting over his shirt, at the hip. ]

I'm just...some guy. [ 'Some guy' who didn't deserve to be raised from hell, who feels dead inside, lost and lonely and broken, full of quiet softness and hidden desires. ] Some guy that probably doesn't deserve to undo his regret.

[xwing]

Why would you think that? [ his fingers sift through dean's hair, nails scraping gently at his scalp. ] You're a good man, Dean Winchester.

[ there's definitely a lot of pain inside him, and he feels.. shadowed, but not dark. it's pretty clear that he's suffered in his life, maybe a lot.

he presses his nose to the top of the older man's head, lips brushing his crown. ] What's your regret about? Can I ask?

[venatoris]

That's...debatable.

[ He's done a lot of things, said a lot of things. Dean questions frequently if he's worth any of this; being saved, being offered a chance to fix his mistakes. ]

It's..hard to explain. I know Jedis don't really go for the whole life after death thing, do you? You just kinda turn into Midi-chlorians and feed the Force. Right?

[xwing]

[ his lips part, startled by the comment, mouth then shutting with a click of his teeth. well.. ] Um.. sort of, I guess? But we still consider it a sort of life after death, since eventually what you were will become something new.

[ or several somethings, many somethings. and not all that die return immediately to the force, as well-evidenced by ben and yoda and his father's appearances. ]

But there are a lot of religions in the galaxy, and quite a few of them believe in something more like you're referencing, I think.

[ruinously]

[ Like Dean hasn't read all the SW books or anything, he'd hyper fixated on the movies as a kid as a way to escape his shitty reality, but he has a vague understanding of lore. ]

So you've got a basic concept of the afterlife. Where I'm from there's a good...ish place, and a really, really bad place. Torture, fire and brimstone kind of bad place.

[xwing]

That's.. horrible. And is that.. Are they real places?

[ why would a place like that exist? is dean's afterlife an eternal thing? how does new life come into existence with old life crowding up some post-existence? ]

[ruinously]

[ It's pretty horrible, yup. ]

Yeah, they are. Heaven and Hell. Hell's the bad place, and I know that ones real. Been there.