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[likedillinger]

War of Hearts - Russell Taylor

WHO ||Dean, Rose, Sam, Alainn [closed]
WHAT || Dean & Rose spontaneously tie the knot
WHERE || The French Quarter 24/7 Wedding Chapel, New Orleans
WHEN || A couple weeks post LA, after the Rafael rescue (2017)
HOW || Actionspam (single thread)

[ No one probably ever thought this day would come, probably least of all the bride and groom.

But a surprise proposal (of sorts) from Rose has led them both here, as the clock clicks close to midnight, to one of the only 24/7 wedding chapels there is, conveniently located right here in New Orleans, where they happened to make the decision.  Neither one of them seems to want a big wedding, so much as they just want to get married already, although everyone is a little concerned that Dean is going to develop cold feet as the time draws nearer.  With a nat 20 will save though, he's actually eerily calm about the whole thing as Sam drives him to the place and they fill out the paperwork, while Alainn gets Rose ready in a nearby room.  Dean takes a moment to slip the guy running the place some cash money under the table not to put their name up on the public registry that they keep on their website, to at least not flagrantly advertise their location.  By the time anyone traces them here from the actual signing of documents, they should be long gone.  Once all that's done, Dean and Sam have a few moments alone while they go to process everything, and he steps into the chapel room, walking slowly down the aisle with his hands shoved in the pockets of the suit that Alainn picked up for him and Sam talked him into actually wearing, studying the kooky decor with a pensive look on his face. ]

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[ohballs]

[ Bobby feels a massive headache coming on. He'd almost forgotten how damned bullheaded Winchesters could be and how often they made him want to bonk their heads together to see sense.

Even now, he's standing between the two groups squaring off, yelling at one of another and leaking their messy emotions everywhere and just.... lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tries to sort through this mess. ]

Alright, enough! [ He finally bellows out, his voice sharp and meant to cut through the accusations flying loose and fast between the two parties. (That's an Intimidate 26, but he's mostly trying to shut everyone up rather than.... actually be intimidating). ] Hang on a dang minute here and let me get this straight.

You. [ A finger jabbed in Dean's direction, accompanied with a narrowed gaze at the elder of the two brothers. ] Made a deal with the devil to bring your bride here back from the dead in exchange for staying hands off with the devil. And you. [ This time towards the Sam-in-a-white-suit. ] You sacrificed yourself to... what, save Dean's life? To the big guy downstairs as well, I take it?

[ Give him a moment here to make sure he was reading all this right. ]

Why are Winchesters always so dang stupid and stubborn, that's what I want to know. What made either of you think that starting to make deals with demons would end well for anyone? And why are you blaming each other for doing exactly the same thing as the other one did. Because let me guess. Sam goes back on his deal and Dean dies, but Dean goes back on his deal and Rose dies. Do I got that about right?

[ Guess who sounds pissed?

...And he's still not touching whatever drama is happening between the two women because no thank you. He did not come prepared to step into the middle of a catfight today. His boys are more than enough trouble on their own. ]

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[likedillinger]

[ throne - saint mesa

dean is a fucking mess.

sam 1.0's words clearly move him on some level, but only serve to make him look all the more conflicted and confused, because he very obviously seems to consider the possibility of the fiend telling him a truth that he doesn't know how to even begin accepting. and then the other version of sam speaks up and brings up her and dean's eyes darken a bit at the realization that shit, that's a great point, as he swings a grimace in the fiend's direction, ready to retort, when suddenly rose blows up. her righteous anger stirs a cloud over his expression as well, that's partly a heart breaking for her, partly rage at elena for what she's done, and part something much darker, and much worse, that comes from hearing rose swear to murder elena the next time she sees her.

it's clear to those who catch the way dean's eyes dart to sam at those words (anyone who gets a sense motive 25+): dean has said the exact same ones before, and has now been put in the exact position of having to decide whether to act on them or not.

there were a lot of reasons for making that deal of his, and some of them aren't ones he'll gladly admit even to himself. that doesn't mean he's powerless here and now to do anything, however, not with his divinely powered wife at his side. it doesn't seem to escape him, and he looks positively paralyzed by the situation. elena's dramatic tirade causes his eyes to widen with fear as he fails that will save against her intimidation - fear for all of those loved ones standing with him now who might be in even more danger now that elena's last thread of connection to her humanity has apparently been severed.

when elena orders sam to leave, he looks desperate for a moment, to figure out what to say to stop sam from disappearing once more. to find a way to end this, one that he can actually bring himself to live with. but no solution comes, and then bobby is barking at them again and his head snaps to look at him with panicked, lost eyes (will save 21) as bobby proceeds to read them the at least partially deserved riot act. when he finally finds his voice, he sounds like his throat is dry as a desert, the words practically croaked. ]

It ain't the same, Bobby. He can't go back.

He's not human anymore. Neither of them are.

[highwaytohell]

[ bobby's outburst is also enough to stay sam for a few minutes, as he stares at both the old hunter and his brother with a painfully stoic expression, a barely detectable trace of emotional response visible in his eyes (with a sense motive 30+) that seems to be a mix of pain, regret, anger, and a sting of something that looks a lot like failure. ]

Goodbye Dean.

[ his last words are directed to his double, who he fixes with a steady look ] Take care of him.

[ with that, he acquiesces to elena's orders without a fight, whatever rebellious streak he'd been exhibiting moments ago curbed by the direct order and the harsh words dropped from the lips of the Queen. he raises a hand and snaps, causing flames to begin to circle them once more around the ground in rapid succession, flames that suddenly explode upwards, creating a curtain around them that disperses just as suddenly into wisps of smoke that smells of sulfur, the only thing besides the scorched marks on the ground and in the hearts of the gathered that speaks of the scene that just occurred. ]

[familybusiness]

[Sam is holding it together here better than his brother or his new sister-in-law, but that doesn't mean he isn't floored by this entire thing. There's a lot of yelling and a lot of emotions flying around, including his, and it's hard to even keep up with it. He's just waiting for it all to explode into violence, and it's frankly a miracle that it doesn't.

Thank goodness for Bobby.

His twin address him directly then, and says the one thing that they can both agree on without question.]

You don't have to worry about that.

[A small consolation, he's sure, but it would have meant a lot to him.

And then they're gone, in a display of fire and smoke, and he stares at the marks left behind on the pavement for a moment before he looks over at the others, his expression one more of concern than anything else.]

[littledhampir]

[ She manages to cling to that cold indifference right up until they disappear from sight. Rose’s only response the closing of her eyes as the light that had filled her only moments ago, sputters out if existence. It wasn’t often that she allowed herself hope. That she ever wanted something so badly that she needed it to happen but for her and Dean. For Sam and Alainn. She’d wanted this. For them to have one day that they could look back on without the stain of Hell upon it. It had mattered to her. It was one of the few, purely selfish things that had really mattered to her and they couldn’t even have that.

If that were all of it then maybe she could have walked away from this feeling in tact in some way, but it was never that simple. Never that easy and it’s almost painful to see the way the oppressive weight she’d managed to shed for just a short while this night, returns with a vengeance. Her shoulders dropping as her fingers curl in towards her palm. Leaving crescent shaped marks as she uses the physical pain to keep her from sinking. (Str 16)]

Let’s go. [ Her words sounding hollow as with a final shake of her head at everything, she forces herself to look away from the spot where Elena and Sam had just been. ]

[ohballs]

[ Bobby stares at that singed circle for several moments after the two figures disappear, his face unreadable. Lifting a hand, he rubs it tiredly over his face, needing a moment to compose himself.

When he'd come to this city on what he thought was a wild goose chase, he hadn't expected to find this.

But after a moment, he turns back around to solemnly face the wedding party. His gaze rests on Rose for a moment, taking in her posture and expression and a flicker of understanding sympathy crosses his face before he glances at Dean, taking in his state with the same quiet assessment. Sam gets a sideways glance but also a hand on his shoulder, Bobby giving the younger brother a gentle squeeze as he huffs out a deep, tired breath. ]

Yeah. We should go. I think we all have a lot to talk about.

[attollores]

[Alainn slips her gun back in her pocket, scanning the parking lot to be sure there hadn't been any witnesses they needed to field (spot 20 not natural). Her eyes skate back to Rose, lingering on her friends tired, emotionally ravaged face, an inscrutable expression on her own, before looking at the three men of the group. She had rarely felt at such a loss for words, rarely felt like there was literally nothing she could do in order to help, in any way. Now was one of those rare times. Whereas before there was always some kind of action that could be taken, answers that could be found... What did you do when you were literally up against Hell?

Though she had no Divine power of her own, nothing to counter the unholiness they had just been witness to, that wouldn't stop her from trying. It sure as hell wouldn't stop her from being there for her friends.]

Aye, let's make a stop at that liquor store down the road a ways. I'm feeling a wee bit parched suddenly.

[likedillinger]

[ dean seems almost rooted in place, staring at the ground where his once-brother just disappeared into thin air, clearly leaving him haunted by absolutely everything about how that went down. his knife is still held tightly in his fist, knuckles white at the grip that he's nursing on its handle. he finally shifts, his eyes traveling down to lock on the blade, before he finally manages to look over between bobby and rose. ]

Looks like the honeymoon is over. [ there's a lot packed into that, and his gaze holds rose, full of something midway between an apology and a shared understanding. ] Come on.