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Tweak says, "If you break his heart"

Miles Matheson [Revolution] (butiwaswrong) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-11-11 21:20:00

Entry tags:

#complete, dean winchester (end!verse), eliot spencer, tessa

Who: Tessa and Dean of the end!verse, with a brief cameo from Eliot Spencer
What: Tessa finds Dean after his run in with Eliot
Where: Low traffic field beyond the park
When: Today
Warnings: Mentions of violence. Possibly language

He'd taken to running, estimating the miles he covered because he couldn't be bothered to measure it. His path took him through the park and beyond, out the other side where few locals and fewer non locals traveled. He didn't mind the less populated areas, the places where grass and weeds went unchecked reminded him of Camp, and he considered Camp to be home. It was fitting then, that he found himself cornered there, well off the beaten path, where he felt he belonged anyway.

Eliot Spencer had learned to fight to survive, as Dean had. But Eliot had turned it in to an art. He fought for the cause. He fought for the rights and freedoms of others. The primary function of Dean's fight had more to do with survival and killing the things he deemed unworthy of life. He fought to kill while Eliot fought to over come. In the end, Dean didn't have a fighting chance.

He put up a good fight, matching Eliot blow for blow. But Eliot had discipline and stamina on his side. He was patient and calculating where Dean was all about landing the next punch. By the time Eliot finished with him, he lay in a crumpled heap, still breathing but barely living. Eliot made sure to break every bone Dean had helped Cas break. And while he didn't usually kick a guy who was already down, he bent over Dean and proceeded to snap every one of the fingers of his right hand.

The two men barely spoke, and Eliot said nothing as he took his leave. Despite Dean's efforts, Eliot had sustained little damage. A black eye, a split lip, and a bruised rib or three. Nothing Eliot couldn't handle. The worst was his shoulder, but that was an old injury, merely aggravated, and Eliot wouldn't give the credit to Dean for throwing it out of the socket. He simply put it back in place by slamming himself against a sturdy tree, and went on his way, leaving Dean to find his own way back to town. Eliot had left him alive. What ever happened now was in Dean's hands.

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oneofmynames
2010-11-12 02:48 am UTC (link)

Tessa being what she was, was attuned to the pulse of life-and-death situations of Colligo like her own personal police blotter. Particularly when they involved certain hunters named Dean Winchester. His soul was a hot commodity, and she wasn't willing to chance it to anyone else. Not again.

She didn't get there in time to see who it was that had beaten him to a pulp, but she hoped she would get there in time to find him still alive. For whatever reason, she didn't think it was his time.

If she hadn't known better, she might have actually thought she was worried about him.

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-12 03:40 am UTC (link)

Tessa would find him on the ground, curled on his side. This time the blood that stained his skin and clothes was his own. Both his eyes, his nose and his mouth were all swollen, he wheezed with each breath.

He heard Tessa coming, but didn't bother to try and see who it was. He couldn't see much more than a blur in any case. He half hoped Eliot had come back to finish him off, except that death would be too good for him. He deserved the pain, he deserved to suffer the way he'd made Cas suffer so many times before.

"Go 'way," he muttered, words slurred and probably largely unintelligible.

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	oneofmynames 2010-11-12 03:59 am UTC (link)
	Tessa bit her lip at the sight of him, so truly battered and bloody. His speech was badly slurred but she got the gist of his meaning, and ignored him--crouching down beside his broken body and gingerly placing a hand on his shoulder. "Dean...it's me." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

butiwaswrong
2010-11-12 12:08 pm UTC (link)

Dean made an effort then to look up at her. He imagined her floating above him, but knew that was a trick of light, and wishful thinking. "Here to take what's left of my soul?" He slurred, and it hardly mattered what he said. She likely couldn't understand him unless she could read into his thoughts. He groaned, and rolled back into the fetal position.

Dean Winchester had been bat down before. He'd been beat by things stronger than Eliot Spencer, but he'd never been beat this well. He'd never been eft completely broken, without the will to get up and keep fighting. he just wanted to lay there and die.

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oneofmynames
2010-11-12 02:32 pm UTC (link)

Tessa glanced around, looking over her shoulder to see if anyone--anything--else was lurking on the periphery. If he were dying, she would have thought there would be plenty of others lined up for a piece of him, but maybe he didn't have any outstanding warrants. Any unfulfilled bargains.

Even if she had, she would have done her best to get there first, to snatch him from the mouth of hell. And she suddenly realized that she might have the chance to do just that. But it might mean keeping him alive for just a little longer.

She pulled out her cell phone for the second time in a week, calling for an ambulance. If this kept up, people at the hospital might start thinking that she caused these incidents in order to play the hero, but she wasn't concerned with that right now. She had a chance to save someone, and so help her, she was going to take it.

"Hang in there, Dean," she murmured, "Help is on the way." She kept the phone in one hand, and stroked his hair with the other, keeping watch. She'd waited this long for his soul. What was one more day, or even another ten years?

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-12 05:18 pm UTC (link)

Dean tried to shake his head. In reality, he barely moved. But any movement at all was enough to make him wince and pull a sharp breath. He groaned and even after he went still he needed a moment to breath through the pain. "No. No hospital. Don't want..."

He lacked the strength to push her away, He couldn't form the words to tell her he wanted her to take what was left of his soul and be done with it. He was broken, defeated. He didn't want to fight any more. He was done fighting, after so many years of fighting just to breathe.

He thought of Sam, his beautiful, flawed brother. The devil's chosen meat suit. He'd thought Sam was strong enough to say no. He thought they were weaker when they were together, but he'd been wrong. He'd abandoned Sam, and Sam had reacted. Maybe he'd said yes just to stick it to Dean. And didn't Dean deserve to die for being such a fool?

"PLease..." he murmured, though the rest had gone unsaid, echoing only in the depths of Dean's shattered mind.

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oneofmynames
2010-11-12 09:10 pm UTC (link)

She held him still, the cell phone falling from nerveless fingers, not at the sight of him in pain so much as the realization that Dean Winchester was giving up. For so long, he'd fought, stood up against things that no one else would have dared to stand up to, and cheated death so many times that she almost couldn't believe her ears.

Seeing him like that, she let out a cry of frustration as her hands tightened on his jacket. She could feel his will to fight slipping away, the shreds of his tattered soul right there at her fingertips, and yet...

"Damn it, Dean! Don't you dare just give up on me like this!"

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-12 11:16 pm UTC (link)

Tessa wasn't by his side to take him away. She wasn't going to take him to the other side, and that made Dean mad. He felt a wave of total pissed off frustration slam him. He could barely move, could barely talk, but he found the will to lurch and surge up at her. His right hand was useless, but he could strike just as effectively with the left.

The effort was clumsy at best. His body didn't want to cooperate with his mind. But his anger was enough fuel to get him moving, and fury propelled him forward enough to lash out. He couldn't control how or where he caught her, only that he tried to make contact.

Apparently he still had some fight left in him.

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oneofmynames
2010-11-13 04:26 am UTC (link)

Tessa saw him take a swing at her and jerked her head to the side, the blow glancing off the corner of her mouth. She grunted, caught his wrist and held it, while running her tongue over her lip. She could taste a slight, coppery tang.

Good. He wasn't dying yet after all.

"Fine," she said, her voice low, almost commanding, "But then I'm at least calling Gabriel to help me get you cleaned up."

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	butiwaswrong 2010-11-13 04:50 am UTC (link)
	"Don't." Dean didn't have the strength, or the coordination to fend her off. he didn't want Gabriel using his angel mojo to heal him. He wanted and needed to suffer, he deserved to be in pain. The pain was the only thing that reminded him he was alive. "No healing." He managed to open one eye enough to look at her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

oneofmynames
2010-11-13 05:18 am UTC (link)

"Fine. No angels." Tessa picked up her phone and slipped it back into her pocket. "I'll let you tough it out the old fashioned way, but I'm not sure I can carry you back to the apartments in this." She gestured at her body. "We're getting a ride, one way or the other, so you can just man up and...and deal."

The way her voice wavered just a little as she issued her ultimatum, one might have suspected that she actually cared.

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	butiwaswrong 2010-11-13 10:23 pm UTC (link)
	"I can walk." He couldn't even get up on his feet, and he knew it. Walking was out of the question. But he was a stubborn bastard, and he wasn't willing to admit defeat, since Tessa had woken up the fight in him again. He grunted and growled, and his effort to roll into a sitting position were met with resistance and impossibility. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

oneofmynames
2010-11-13 10:37 pm UTC (link)

Tessa laid a palm on his chest, knowing even the slightest pressure would have kept him from trying to fight thought the pain, if the pain hadn't been enough. "Hush," she said, "I'll get you back to the apartment. Just let me drive this once."

Gabriel would be there in a second, and she'd have him zap them back to Dean's place and help her get the hunter into bed. After that, Tessa supposed she'd have to play nursemaid.

She smiled to herself in spite of the stress. If Dean weren't so out of it, he'd probably be way too pleased about that.

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-14 12:11 am UTC (link)

If he hadn't been so out of it, he'd demand she wear a naughty nurse outfit. But he couldn't think that far ahead. His attempt to move had caused his head to explode with a new wave of pain, and it was all he could do to keep breathing.

He didn't even have the energy to argue with her. He expended it all by trying to grab her wrist when she put her hand to his chest.

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oneofmynames
2010-11-14 12:58 am UTC (link)

The good thing about Tessa was, even stuck in a corporeal body, she hadn't lost all of her mojo. She could still create illusions if she wanted to. But she figured Dean would be too delirious with pain when Gabe got there to need any of her mind games.

The angel simply lifted Dean off the ground and brought them where Tessa asked, and then he was gone, leaving Tessa hovering over Dean alone once more. She'd have to inflict some more pain on him in order to set his fingers and his nose, but if Dean wanted to suffer, then so be it. She found a bottle of his painkiller of choice, and then it was down to business.

"This is going to hurt."

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-14 02:01 am UTC (link)

He refused the pills, in part because he wasn't sure he could swallow and mostly because he didn't want to medicate his pain. He had always been something of a masochist, but this time he honestly believed he deserved to suffer.

His back arched, and he cried out in pain as Tessa went to work. He tried desperately to pry his hand from her grasp. It was too much, to try and have her set the bones right again.

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oneofmynames
2010-11-14 02:37 am UTC (link)

She had a bottle of whiskey too, but arguing with Dean seemed to be an exercise in futility. She let his hand go long enough to raise the liquor bottle to his lips and trickle as much of it down his throat as he would permit, and then went coolly back to work, setting and taping his fingers.

She couldn't say how good she was in practice, but she'd spent innumerable ages in and around hospitals and mash units, and she'd been putting her knowledge to good use in Colligo. Maybe it wasn't the first thing most people would think of as a hobby, but it was something.

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	butiwaswrong 2010-11-14 04:24 am UTC (link)
	The alcohol was barely enough to make a difference, and the pain was so great that his mind blanked out and threw him in to an unconscious state. At least then his breathing evened out, even if the lines of discomfort still marked his features. He was out cold, and would likely stay that way for a while. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

oneofmynames
2010-11-14 05:47 am UTC (link)

Tessa finished what she was doing, watching him with arms crossed for a moment as he slept. He could get himself into some dumb shit sometimes, and she had a feeling he'd be none to happy with her when he came to, but it was a good feeling.

He wasn't going to be waking up any time soon though, and she had a 'real' job now, so she quickly cleaned up after herself and took her leave. When he did come around, well, he'd probably rather fend for himself anyway.

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