Captain Jack. (capnjckhrknss) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2012-11-03 16:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | claire bennet, dean winchester, death, jack harkness, jo harvelle, tessa |
Who: Jack Harkness, Dean Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Tessa, Death and Claire Bennett
What: Dean needs to make a deal with Death to get Lucifer out of Castiel
When: Saturday evening
Where: Death row; lethal injection chamber
Warnings: (Temporary) character death, profanity
Jack wasn't sure about this whole thing, killing Dean and then bringing him back. What if he couldn't? What would happen if he failed? Jack had more than enough deaths on his shoulders without adding to it, especially when the man had a brother who knew exactly who Jack was and possibly who those close to him were; a grieving family member could do anything, including endangering people Jack cared about to get back at him. Still, there was a chance that maybe, just maybe, if that angel got his senses back about him, there would be a way to fix this whole thing. He figured, anyway. This was no way for the world to run, not with death and devastation around every corner. It wasn't right.
The only positive thing about all this happening was that Jack was going to meet a friend of Dean's; Claire. He was surprised she still agreed to come along when Jack gave her the harsh reality of never being able to die; she had it worse than him, he supposed, being that age and finding out she was practically invincible. Though hopefully he could mend things with an apology, and maybe guide her through life a little bit.
Jack ignored all the problems he had, from bickering with Jessica to Ianto's return and everything in between and focused on setting everything up. He had borrowed a heart monitor from the infirmary, as well as an IV bag. He had a couple others set aside to draw Claire's blood as an emergency back up in case something went wrong. Other than that it was a minimalist operation; an operating table that Jack had attached a piece onto so he could strap Dean's arm down to administer the poison directly to his bloodstream, and a mild painkiller because, well, it wasn't painless being poisoned.
When all was said and done he sat down, hands crossed and chin resting on his fingers, looking about the death row chamber that had been modified to suit his needs. Jack didn't know how many people had been put to death in the lethal injection chamber, but it was a cold, eerie place to be. He sighed, putting his palms over his eyes and rubbing them. He couldn't let his emotions get the better of him. He'd made a promise to Dean and he was going to keep it. Even if it meant doing something he really didn't want to do. He prayed in his head for something, or someone to hear, to hope that they'd watch over him during his meeting with Death, and then got up from his seat and walked over to the terminal, putting in the request for Dean to come see him.