Hopeless Opus

“I stopped talking about ten minutes back, kid,” Sage said, watching him continue to work. The blood on the items worrying him, but not as much as the fact that this guy seemed like he was still injured. “When was the last time you showered? Had something to eat? Slept more than two hours?” he asked, trying to hold back from taking his blood pressure.

“I’ll be honest with you, Doc--you are the doctor, right? I’m bad with names and um memories.” He started, still trying to place how he knew this guy, but he remembered he was a doctor and--shit, “I don’t remember and don’t think it’s really important. If you haven’t noticed, town’s gone to shit and we’re all next on the hitlist if we don’t do something and I’m not one to sleep it off.”

Dean was always so nice to him, he didn’t fully understand why, but it was always a welcomed thing. “I’m kind of surprised I even had this. I don’t know where or when I got it from,” he said with a slight laugh, referencing his suit. “I might take you up on that offer, every time most of the town had been gathered in one place things have gone wrong.” It was part of the reason he didn’t want to go in the first place, but Dean had been right that it wasn’t good to hide away from things. “But we can just see how things go, for now. Who knows? Maybe this will be the time that things go right.”

“Never question a good thing, roll with it. Besides, now you got it if you ever need it again.” Dean chuckled, knowing his was on he “rented” for a prom he never attended and never returned. “I noticed that, but hey, if tonight goes wrong we can leave. Nothing says we gotta stay, we could go get milkshakes or something.” He was never much for parties, but he did it for Declan and that was reason enough to put up with anything he had to face on the regular basis unless it was work related, which is something he tried to keep out of city limits. “Good or bad, we are going to have a good night. I think they’re giving out slices of cake so we can start it off right.”

Gabi: That's why I decided to stay home.

Gabi: Updates are necessary. Especially if you get caught and I need to send Grant in to kick some ass.

Dean: Maybe I'll stay with you next time.

Dean: I don't need Grant's help, I can kick plenty of ass on my own.

Gabi: I guess you'll have to show me some other time. There's going to be another party at some point.

Gabi: This is food we're talking about. It's very important.

Dean: Don't think we've had much luck with parties since the auction. I'll be sure to save you a dance for the next one.

Dean: I take it back, I AM in love with you.

Gabi: See! That means it's not a complete waste.

Gabi: Might I suggest sneaking into the kitchen? You're pretty stealthy you could make it in and out no problem.

Dean: Yeah, no, its good. But not the same. I can't show you how I cut a rug on the dance floor.

Gabi: I'm sure that it's not. Are you at least trying to have some fun?

Gabi: I think I've eaten my weight in pizza and popcorn.

Dean: I'm giving it a chance, but its still not the same. I brought Declan with me, he needed a good night out. So I've got good company.

Dean: The party isn't the same without you. It's not fun, its total waste of time.

“I can look forward to plenty more then, huh?” She grinned, the prospect rather excitable compared to what she’d been expecting in the first place. “A few friends, a new adventure. What about you? Are you from here?”

“Better ones than this. If there’s a house party, words get around. Trust me, you’ll have a good time here.” Dean hadn’t been in town too long, but he had been to party after party. Mostly looking for the drug, but instead he usually found a good time and free drinks. “Not bad. No, no--I’m a military brat. I moved a lot. Mom and I decided to move out here to get a new start. It’s definitely different.”

This had to have been a good idea. Declan couldn’t stay in his house all day, it would become suffocating. Dredge up bad memories of things best left in the past. “Thanks for convincing me to come out tonight,” Declan smiled at his friend as they walked inside. “That suit looks really good.”

@deandevoted

Dean had a feeling, good or bad was debatable. He decided to roll with the omen, whatever its nature he knew he couldn’t stay away from the party. Taking Declan was likely the best decision he made for the evening, he’d been a shit friend to him and maybe this would be the way to make it up. They deserved a good night out. “Anytime, any time, my friend.” Dean beamed as he looked over to him with a relaxed grin. “Thanks, but you pull yours off. You are looking great.” He complimented him, “And you know, if you wanna bounce at any point I wouldn’t blame you. Just let me know, I’m never good at these formal things.”

“I picked the right day to move into town. There’s nothing quite like being introduced to a new place than with a good ‘ol fashion party.”

“Couldn’t agree more, that’s somethin’ this town has got going for itself. It knows how to throw a hell of a party.” He chuckled, “What brings you all the way out here?”

Declan had been sitting at home, curled up comfortably on his couch while the tv played silently in the background. After what had gone down during Halloween, only to be followed by nearly dying at the potluck, Declan was happy that things had calmed down once again and he could just relax in the privacy of his own home. A new supply of The Black Plague sat safely in a drawer in his bedroom, the new found addiction he had left the potluck with, courtesy of Miles. The knock at his door brought him out of his thoughts, glancing to it before slowly making his way there, not wanting to alert whoever it was that he was home. He couldn’t be too careful at this point, seeing as how it felt like any time he let his guard down something tried to hurt him. Glancing out the window, he relaxed upon the sight of Dean, his friend he hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. “Hey man,” he said once he got his door open. “Come on in, it’s been a while.”

Dean knew everything he did was to protect those he cared about, it was to make this town better than the mess it was slowly becoming over the last few months and since--its not gotten much better. No one in the town seemed to care, they rather watch the world burn that try to even save it. And for him, of all people to care, something was wrong. But his thoughts slipped away as Declan appeared, he didn’t even register his words before he pulled the young man into a hug. “Hey,” he knowing the sudden hug might not be welcomed, he pulled back with a nervous smile. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I wanted to come by and see how you’d been.Make sure you’re good and I can make up for being the shittiest friend.”

The minute Juliette had stopped Andrew from going any further, she made a beeline for the exit. Her makeup was surely ruined, not caring what people might think of how she looked. They didn’t care to pay attention before, why should she care about them now? The tears streamed down her face, vision blurry as she noticed Dean. Gabi quickly made her way towards him, trying to catch her breath enough to speak. “Can you take me home?”

@deandevoted

Dean checked his phone again as he walked in, wondering if she tried to call him on the way over. He tried to call to let her know he was running late, it wasn’t on purpose, but he was starting to get worried. The hall was packed, his eyes darting across the crowd searching for her  as thumb hovered over the call button. In some twist of fate, she’d seen him first. He put his phone up as he started towards her, only to have it all come crashing down. Dean quickly put his arm protectively around her shoulder, pulling her closer. “Yeah, I’m parked close.” He had to get her as far from there as possible, the rest could wait. But whoever did this, would pay. “Let’s head to Grant’s instead, I’d feel better going there.”

Declan was relaxing on his sofa, TV showing some kind of game show that he was only half paying attention to. He more-or-less just had it on for background noise, not necessarily a distraction. He almost didn’t hear the knock on his door, but when he heard Dean call out he got off the couch and made his way over to the door, opening it to see his friend there. “Hey, Dean,” he said with a smile, moving to let his friend in. “Make yourself at home,” he said as he wandered back over to his couch, sinking into it’s softness. “What’s up?”

The recent events in town had Dean on edge. He started carrying again, even started looking into possible hunts to see if all this could be connected. But most importantly he had to know his friends were safe, especially Declan. Something hadn’t felt right lately and above all else, he had to make sure he was alright. “Hey, man.” He offered him a sad smile, he should have done this sooner and he damn well knew it. “Yeah, thanks.” He looked around the room, trying not to over analyze anything. His friend hadn’t been well, but something--something felt wrong. It was near a full moon, but that wasn’t it. “Just worried about you, haven’t seen you in a while and I’ve missed you, Dec. Thought I could come by, see how you were holding up.”