enjoythe_ride: (she was bored of her name)

[personal profile] enjoythe_ride 2021-05-22 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Probably. You wanted him to get laid.]

No, I think that covered it all. Lovely talking to you again, Dean.

[And that was one hundred percent sarcasm, but she's going to hang up now.]
cholesterol: (I'm the one that has to)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2021-05-22 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
( Yeah, then you leave them behind when heartless bitches are resurrected.

He just growls, grinding his teeth as he snaps his old phone closed.
)

cholesterol: (I did not want to have to kill you)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2021-05-22 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

( He sets the phone back down, but on the dining room table. )

I haven't seen her in thirteen years.
cholesterol: (what else is there?)

[personal profile] cholesterol 2021-05-22 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Bela? Dead and buried. Until she isn't. I got over it. Bigger, biblical fish to fry.

( But, maybe, he really hadn't gotten over it. Maybe, he continued to repress and compartmentalize every shitty thing that happened, starting with his time in Hell. )

I'm sorry, our lives usually suck. When we plan, God literally laughs.

( His wired energy lowers itself again, finally bringing himself to turn to face Elena. )

I went to Hell. I - we tried everything to, to save my life and invisible mutts ripped me open. I was in Hell for months, but it felt like longer. Until Cas pulled me out. I didn't want to become a vampire. Didn't even think it would work. And she... I'm not telling your best friend what to do, but she needs to watch her back.

( He's not in the mood anymore, he's not - anything anymore. He heads back down the hallway to Elena's bedroom. He's exhausted. He needs a minute. He needs -- he's needed ten years worth of minutes. )

Bela. ( He speaks to himself like he still can't believe it, sitting on the edge of the bed just - floundering. )