#gonnariphislungsout

[ Yeah, it's the end of the world and they have a lot on their mind, and it's a shitty idea if Dean thinks about it for longer than five seconds, but---it's also Sam's birthday, and that means something, especially now. So he's just going to have to take that risk. Looking over his brother's sleeping form, he ponders for a moment before pulling up a chair. The sound of the chair is followed by a light tapping on the floor, and Dean's gaze is directed at the floor for a moment. ]

[ He doesn't have to wake Sam up; in stead, a tiny wet nose presses against the back of his hand, nuzzles into it with an amount of enthusiasm that can only come from one type of creature. ] Heya, Sammy. Happy birthday. [ Aside from Dean sitting next to the couch he fell asleep on, there's a Golden Retriever pup standing up against him, who greets him with a peck across the cheek. There's a bone-shaped silver tag around his neck that says "Bones" on the front and has Sam's info on the back. ]

[ there's some kind of fire burning in his head-- hellfire, he realizes after a moment... walls upon walls of it, trapping him in. he thinks maybe he recognizes where he is, but it's faded, locked behind a glass door, like if he peers through it hard enough he'll be able to see what it is he can't remember. ]

[ turns out he doesn't have to. when he turns around, lucifer is standing right behind him, hands outstretched, as if asking sam to embrace him. sam's throat feels dry, his body thrumming with the need to escape, with barely-concealed panic. when the devil speaks, he speaks with castiel's voice-- YOU COULDN'T SAVE ME------ this is your fault, sam, because you didn't say yes.... say yes...... ]

[ something wet hits his cheek, and all at once the fires are extinguished. both him and castiel looks up, and rain begins to fall. their eyes meet again, but castiel is fading away. he calls out, telling him to wait, that he can fix it, but he's already gone. ]

[ sam opens his eyes slowly, already forgetting the fires of his dream, but he can feel the heat of castiel's gaze heavy on his face. that, too, fades after a moment, and dean's familiar features fill in the empty spaces. he sits up, not yet noticing the dog in his brother's lap. ]

nO B(

{Wait, you guys don't purposely hit each other at karate? :P Do you do non-contact/semi-contact?}

{{It’s a college class and just starting, so we haven’t really been doing contact at all while Sensei teaches us the basics. I’ve been in Tae Kwon Do before though, and so far it’s very similar.

Yes thank <3 I only just now realized it’s nearly 4 AM and I should sleep.