adam young (misplacedspawn) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-04-16 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | remy abrams |
Who: Remy Abrams
What: Brooding.
When: Backdated to the night after Michael's death.
Where: A bar in Memphis.
Warnings: Emo.
He'd known. The very second, the absolute instant his brother had died, he had known. For damn near twenty eight years they'd been inseparable. Michael had been the other half of himself. His brother, his twin, his best friend. And now he was gone. He hadn't heard any news, or seen the body, but he knew. It was like someone had taken his left arm. He didn't have to look down to know it was missing.
As to how it had happened, he could guess. He'd felt the struggle, time and again, between Michael and Lucifer. There hadn't been anything he could do, not at the time. Michael had never come to him and asked for help, so he'd just assumed that he had it under control. How could he not? His brother was the most capable people he knew. Had known, he supposed. Before the end, he'd felt that struggle come to a head, the kind of disturbance he'd felt before but stronger. Then it had all disappeared in a flash, like a kick in the ribs that had nearly taken him down in the middle of the office. He'd left, without a word to anyone. Gone home and found the note on his table. Michael had known what was coming, he must have. And he hadn't said anything. Remy had no idea what that meant.
He'd disappeared in to seedy bar that he'd never visited before. No one would find him here, if only because he didn't want to be found. All that infinite Antichrist power, and he still couldn't save his brother. When the guilt hit him, he got another drink. He just wanted to sit here and get completely blown out of his mind until he couldn't remember anything. Or if that didn't work, at least until he couldn't feel anything.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out, he looked at it dully. It was Cassie. Again. That only cemented his suspicion that the Winchesters were involved. Of course they were. Lucifer was dead, wasn't he? But Michael had known beforehand, and apologized. Which made him think that they hadn't taken him by surprise. Whatever. If he wanted the whole story, he would get it later. He felt a little bad about shutting Cassie out, but he didn't want to talk to anyone. Not his girlfriend, not any of his fellow Caretakers, no one. He'd go to her later, let her know that he was okay. Besides, when he finally decided to sleep, chances were he'd have a better shot at it if she was around.
Though his glass was almost empty, the bartender had wandered off. Not willing to wait before he got more liquor in him, he tapped the rim. From the bottom up, the glass filled again simply because he willed it to. No one noticed. Everyone there was just as wrapped up in hiding as he was. Sighing, he dragged a hand through his hair. He hated this. He'd never felt so alone in his entire life.