Dean Winchester (dean_wchester) wrote in riftlogs, @ 2018-05-30 20:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! plot, doctor who: river song, supernatural: dean winchester |
WHO: Dean and River
WHAT: Dean rescues River from the carnival
WHEN: May 30th
WARNINGS: Possible reference to character death
RATING | STATUS: Medium | Ongoing GDoc
There was a center to this place and Dean was determined to find it. He didn’t like not knowing or understanding what he was up against, but they didn’t exactly have the lore books with them to check. The place was too powerful to be a regular old magician, but too seemingly random to be angelic or even demonic in nature. Evil things, and he did consider most angels to be evil dickbags, had purpose. This just seemed like...chaos. And he didn’t like that.
So much hair...that was his first thought when she crossed his path. But then his brain caught up with his eyes and he stopped in his tracks. She was one of theirs...River he thought her name was. He’d seen her die last night. That had been no illusion. He’d seen a knife go through her heart and watched her die in agony and no one had done a damn thing about it. They’d prevented him from rushing the ring. The whole crowd had just sat there and watched it. But there she was...whole and hale. Had it been an illusion after all? No...it couldn’t be. He’d snuck into the tent after hours and checked the knives. They were real. The blood in the sand was real. That had been REAL.
“HEY,” he barked, striding after her. She was likely as brainwashed as Jo had been, and he’d have to think of a way to get her out of here, though hell if he knew how. “HEY,” he said again, reaching out to lay hands on her as she walked away from him.
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The first call she ignored but River picked up the pace. Her eyes fixed on her destination. She didn’t have time to dally around with the townies. She didn’t walk fast enough though, his hand closed on her arm and River wheeled around to face the man who had stopped her. “Hey there yourself,” The words were silky, playful, and she smiled widely for him but the warmth wasn’t in her eyes.
“Why don’t you keep your hands to yourself then you can actually stay to see the show?” The scolding was light and before he could answer, River broke his hold on her with a swift and lightly forceful move that spoke of someone trained, “Might even let you watch the prep if you can ask nicely and sit in your seat.”
She offered him another smile, a wink, and then she turned back and doubled her pace. There were plenty of other girls for him to get interested in. She made a sharp turn just to walk him past some of the barkers for girls he would surely find more interest in and then darted towards her own destination.
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And just like that, she was out of his grasp and moving again. Yeah...just like Jo. Hell. How was he going to break her out of it? This wasn’t a woman he had intimate knowledge of, after all. It wasn’t like he could talk her back to reality. What was it going to take? Getting her far enough away from here? A hard enough shake? He wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to leave one of theirs behind.
Dean followed her, though she set a brisk pace, waiting, trying to pick his moment. He followed her all the way into her own tent, wanting to security of fewer eyes. Fewer...but not none. Her knife wielding partner was waiting, presumably to start prepping for their act. He gave Dean a surprised look, and his grip on the throwing knife in his hand tightened just a little. Dean wasn’t going to give him the chance to throw it.
He split a knuckle on the bridge of the man’s nose, but he went down like a ton of bricks all the same. He turned on River, pointing right in her face with a slightly bloody hand. “You’re coming with me.”