Open Catch All!

[wrenchedup]

CHARACTERS: A Wrench, and YOU.
LOCATION: A room, perhaps yours. Also: Kitchens, Common Room, Labs, Sunlight Room, Random Hallways.
DATE: Throughout April (possibly into May?)
CONTENT: Right now he's just getting used to the station. Flirting with the cleaning bot. Being sad in the kitchen late at night and being nosy about what someone's working on in the labs. Pretty basic stuff. Some serious starters, some more fun, some in-betweeners. They ain't works of art so feel free to interpret how you may.
WARNINGS: Super brief mention of drugs and alcohol. Probably talk about Politics, lbr. Outside of that, notta yet unless you count him and dean being stupid as hell as a warning. I'm not judging.


Arrival - Is he in the right room? Is he your roommate?
Kitchen - burning mac & cheese; later seeking drinks to calm a spinning mind
All Around The Station!

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[ruinously]

[ No. Not in his opinion.

HOW ARE YOU EATING BRO is what he wants to ask but. Doesn't. Cause that's rude, right? Maybe there's something going on up under there dude doesn't wanna talk about or something. ]

Nah, not carnies. Felt kinda like it sometimes, though. Oblivion and ignorance woulda been nice. Apple pie life, girl, maybe a kid, I dunno. [ He'd had that briefly and even if he hadn't been truly 'happy', hadn't felt entirely fulfilled, it had been nice. A reprieve.

And then he'd fucked it up. Crowley fucked it up. ]

And it doesn't stop. Just - keeps going. I thought it would, but it didn't. It's one thing after another, then another. Then another. Like an apocalypse wasn't enough, it just had to continue. Like a bad TV show.

[ metaaaa ]

pardon the delays friendoooo

[wrenchedup]

[ MAGIC. Not, actually. But he'll never tell v(*’-^*)-☆

The whole 'apple pie life' made him chuckle. ] Apple pie life, huh? Mm— [ Another bite. what were manners and who needed them? Pretend he didn't resonate with that sentiment a little. It was weird to think. Never thought he'd be the type but. Eh. After awhile? Dunno. He got tired, maybe. Normal wasn't for him, though. Never had been.

Apocalypse was a hell of a thing to casually slip in though. Could be metaphorical. Given the people he's met in a short amount of time here, though? Or that he's here at all? Who the fuck knew. Could be biblical. Which would be fucking wild, dude. God was definitely dead as fuck in his world. He should probably be having a conversation and not thinking instead of telling but, you know. Anxiety. ]

Yeah. [ It was introspective sounding. ] Never fucking stops.

[ A SIGH. And more direct: ] You think that life's for you, though? I mean really. [ Fine, serious is what they'll get to here for a moment. Ugh. He put down the bowl. ] Tried for a moment, too. As if I've ever been normal a day in my life. Man, you ever look back at those moments you tried and think, how fucking stupid was I? [ It came with a laugh as he picked up the bowl again. ] Seriously, dude.

[ No, Dean. He's not still fucking angry. At Zane, at Rempart, at himself especially. Why do you ask??? ] Anyway, are we talking real apocalypse or like?

gestures to my own failure ass self

[ruinously]

[ Normal had Dean a twitchy mess, waking up in the middle of the night, keeping odd hours, scaring Lisa with his nightmares. He stands by his decision to have Cas wipe their memories, but the guilt over that lingers like sour perfume, hazy in his head. A year gone, just like that; Memory smoothed clean by angelic grace, Dean removed from their lives as easily as a whiteboard wiped clean.

He shoves another bite in his mouth, swallows it down with the bile in his throat. No time for that train of thought. ]

Nah, it's not for me. All I did was screw it up. [ Yeah he gets the anger. He's forgiven Cas, of course he has, but dammit, man...he should've come to Dean. Not gone off with a demon. ]

Real as it gets. Broken seals, demons, pissed off archangels with daddy issues, the whole shebang.