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[always_enduphere]

The chapel is small.  Built for mourners on the edge of the dead, its walls are clean and white, sturdy, meant for shelter.  Wood and brick, not meant to contain the darkness now held within them, twitching in the form of the body strapped prone to a hasty trap made of splintered pews.

It's quiet inside, removed enough from the city that the only sounds are rattling breaths from the body in chains, snatches of anxious voices and the occasional rumble of the floor, creaking and groaning from unseen onslaught, but holding.

There's an energy in the air, an electricity that raises hackles along with hairs, pouring from the ravaged body in an angry throb, but within the trap it can't do more than rattle walls, beneath the chains that smoke its skin, it can't do more than hiss curses on borrowed breath, and promise agonies yet to come.

In the center of the trap, the thing wearing Dean Winchester bares its teeth, blinking black towards any with stomach left to look at him.

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[forthedog]

"We have to take care of the brands. Both of us, at the same time Sam's doing the actual exorcism shit." He pulls in a breath. Of course this won't be easy. Of course it never could be.

"He said we get one shot at this. Or it's gonna kill Dean."

[likeaplanet]

Snorting out a bitter laugh, I say, "Go team."

An angel, a bouncer at a strip club, two sex toy peddlers and a blood drinking demon hunter. I guess there've been worse odds.

[forthedog]

He laughs too, though it's not bitter. Tired, maybe, but he's past bitterness.

He's not sure when he last felt that, either.

"We're gonna do this." He sighs and tips their foreheads together. This is giving him strength, like it always does. "It's gonna be okay."

[likeaplanet]

"We fuckin' better," I say, managing a crooked smile, free hand settling on the side of his face.

"I love you," I murmur, knowing we can't stay like this for much longer, but I can't bring myself to pull away.

[forthedog]

He closes his eyes. Part of him wants to stay. All of him is fed up, tired, ready to be done. But in the midst of the darkness that's choking this place there are these little islands of light.

"I love you too." He smiles faintly. "So there's that."