How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+)

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 18, 2016 21:52:38 GMT -5

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Post by Torrid on Jan 18, 2016 21:52:38 GMT -5

To Torrid's surprise, Dean has yet to explode. That's either a good thing or a bad thing. Thankfully, Sam appeared to be level-headed now as he answered his question, and Torrid thanked him by pushing the handle of whiskey Sam's way. "I love it when peoples' names fit their personalities."

He picked up on the dynamic of quiet aloofness with the brothers, and was actually mirroring them just to keep some peace despite how it went against his nature. So when Sam spoke, even though the topic made Torrid skittish in this case, he was relieved. "Well, you're half right," he shrugged, absently nursing his drink. He followed Sam's eyes to the machete on the ground. "And you'd understand why I tried to lead with me being sentient and not bloodthirsty so... I'd be thrilled if you could not try and kill me." Though, he's getting the sense that he's not on the chopping block here. Thank goodness for Leviathans? Not.

"Actually, in the spirit of honesty: I'm what killed those hunters. Those dicks in the bar were after me. I'm not from around here, and the culture shock hit me a few states back. I transformed, and learned quickly that, wow, that is not received well. I ended up with hunters coming after me and I defended myself. Tried to throw them off my trail, and that didn't work. When I found out you two were on the case, I wasn't taking chances. And... that's the jist of it, I think."

Last Edit: Jan 18, 2016 21:57:38 GMT -5 by Torrid

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 18, 2016 22:10:55 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 18, 2016 22:10:55 GMT -5

Sam accepted the whiskey, took a swig and returned it to Torrid with a grateful smile. A smile that turned somewhat somber and pensive as he listened intently to Torrid's explanation of what had been going on. He supposed defending yourself was no crime. He and Dean certainly weren't model citizens when it came to how much blood was on their hands, but then again they were also human beings. Not monsters. But on the other hand, Torrid had caused neither of them harm yet. But on the other other hand, he'd killed hunters. So it was a relatively tricky situation.

But seeing as how they had an even trickier situation to handle right now, Sam figured there was no harm in leaving Torrid alone, for the time being. Once they got out...and yes, he was fully expecting to get out of there somehow...then he and Dean would have a tough decision to make. Realizing he'd been quiet for awhile, Sam set his half-touched plate of food on the ground and picked up the machete, pointedly sheathing it in the holster on his hip. "So, if you're only half human..." After a brief glance at his still brooding brother over by the window, Sam turned back to Torrid.

"What else are you?"

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 18, 2016 22:27:07 GMT -5

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Post by Torrid on Jan 18, 2016 22:27:07 GMT -5

Torrid could see all the gears turning in Sam's head. And he stayed like that for a while. Torrid kept his posture purposefully nonchalant, even as Sam got up to get the machete and, finally sheathe it. Oh thank god, Torrid breathed. He didn't want to think about what a fight without his safety net would be like, especially against these two. He finally returned Sam's smile and felt a shade safer. "Hellhound," he answered honestly. "They were close. Kinda." He swirled his drink around thoughtfully. "I know, right? Moral gray area. The worst, right? I'm used to humans being the exception, not the rule. Guess whoever's the monster is all about perspective."

He knew that Hellhounds had caused a LOT of pain to them, and he wasn't fond of the oppressive air in the room. So he leaned in conspiratorially to Sam, but spoke just loud enough for the room. "You know what would really piss off the Leviathans out there?" His eyes glimmered with mischief. "The three of us actually enjoying ourselves. Or looking like it, at least. Truth or shots?" That last part was pointedly inclusive of Dean, too.

Last Edit: Jan 18, 2016 22:30:42 GMT -5 by Torrid

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 18, 2016 22:45:52 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 18, 2016 22:45:52 GMT -5

Dean's whole posture stiffened even more than it already had been. An impressive feat. The word 'hellhound' was not one he was immensely fond of. In fact, it was one he held a mixture of fear and loathing for. Those clawed, invisible, repulsive beasts had been responsible for the death of several people he loved...oh, and himself. His eyes moved slowly to the machete sheathed in Sam's belt, almost hearing his own blood thudding in his ears. There was only so much rage he could bury before the cork popped and Dean was reaching that limit fast.

Sam smiled amicably at Torrid's suggestion that the three of them getting along rather than fighting would bore and piss off the leviathans greatly. "I'm in" he agreed, risking a glance at the motionless older Winchester. "Dean?" The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with the world's dullest knife. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a very long minute, Dean rolled out his stiff neck, dropped down into the third and final chair and inclined his head.

"I'm in."

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 18, 2016 22:56:21 GMT -5

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Post by Torrid on Jan 18, 2016 22:56:21 GMT -5

It was a hail mary. But when Sam said he was in, and it was two-on-one, Torrid felt a little bubble of hope float up and leave him with a smile. When Dean finally joined them, Torrid's smile spread into a wide grin and his eyes darted between either brother. Would you look at that? Dreams really do come true. "Alright, but I warn you..." He set out two more glasses, filled them, and topped himself off. "I'm an open book. Finding a question I won't answer isn't easy." He doled out their glasses, and raised his as an offer to clink.

"Either answer, or drink. Them's the rules. Sam, I got one for you." His playful grin turned a little devious. "Do you know someone named Becky Rosen?" Man, that had been eating at him.

Last Edit: Jan 18, 2016 22:57:42 GMT -5 by Torrid

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 18, 2016 23:20:07 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 18, 2016 23:20:07 GMT -5

After tapping its bottom against the table to settle its contents, Dean lifted the glass he'd been poured. "You won't have that problem with me" he admitted honestly. Finding a question he WOULD answer, now that would be the trick. One, because he wasn't really what you'd call overly sharing in the first place, and two, because not answering meant drinking. And drinking was a good way to help soothe his inner edginess. It had been working for most of his life so he knew it was a solid way to go. Sam accepted his own glass and settled back comfortably in his chair. His back had barely touched the back of the chair however when he rocketed straight back up, the expression on his face what one might describe as priceless. "I, uh...." Dean hid his face behind his glass, the first true smile gracing his face in quite awhile. "Truth or drink Sammy" he reminded his brother after pulling himself together.

"Yes" Sam finally admitted, leaving it at that. He glanced off to the side uncomfortably. Returning his gaze to their little circle after a few seconds, he posed a question of his own. "How did you know who we were? Yesterday at the bar?" Dean raised an eyebrow, waiting.

That was actually a good question.

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 18, 2016 23:35:24 GMT -5

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Post by Torrid on Jan 18, 2016 23:35:24 GMT -5

The look on Sam's face, man! Wow, Torrid wasn't expecting a reaction like that and he, unlike Dean, didn't even try and hide his amusement. He found a question bounced right back at him, and he actively had to gather his composure. "That bad, huh? Holy shit, I can't believe she was telling the truth!"

"The answer to your question: I think the guys said your names. But I knew who you were because, well, Becky friggin' Rosen." He had answered truthfully, but still took a shot as though there was no way he could elaborate without feeling a little glow in his veins. He laughed and leaned in a bit, as if sharing a secret. "Hands down, worst sex of my life. You dodged a bullet, my friend. In my defense, I was hopelessly hammered. She pulled my hair all night and called out your name and I thought, 'Okay, crazy I can handle.' But then she started saying how our marriage could have worked." He laughed at just how ridiculous it sounds saying out loud. "It gets worse. I was leaving, and I realized she'd cut off some of my hair, and I found her dying it brown in the bathroom." He gestured at Sam's head with his eyes. "I can't seem to figure out why."

"And that's the lowest point in my life, ladies and gentlemen. And we will always share that, Sammy." He was imitating Becky that time. "Dean, you've been quiet. You go."

Last Edit: Jan 18, 2016 23:49:04 GMT -5 by Torrid

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 18, 2016 23:48:28 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 18, 2016 23:48:28 GMT -5

The Winchesters both stared openly at Torrid as he explained about his night with Becky. "Damn" Dean kept thinking to himself. He'd known she was crazy and obsessed with Sam from the minute he'd met her but...Damn.

When Torrid assured Sam he'd dodged a bullet, the younger Winchester smiled tightly and nodded. That much he knew. When you have to be drugged into marrying someone, it wasn't exactly going to be smooth sailing. Though, to be fair, when push came to shove, Becky had done the right thing. Didn't mean he wasn't still royally pissed about the whole thing, but she'd come through.

Dean considered his options. He could ask Sam why Reggie and Tim had been so cold when they'd all once been pretty good friends. But he had a strong feeling, from Sam's reaction to them, he might avoid that question. So instead, he addressed Torrid. "You said you knew who we were and weren't taking any chances. So why haven't you tried to kill us?" He reconsidered the question and tacked on a final word.

"Yet."

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 18, 2016 23:56:16 GMT -5

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Post by Torrid on Jan 18, 2016 23:56:16 GMT -5

Torrid was refilling his glass when Dean asked his question. He narrowed his eyes, then shrugged. "I don't want to. Why do you think I would?" He left out the part how he did actually suckerpunch Dean in the dark because that's not trying to kill him. "Dude, drop the ominous 'yet.' Also, that wasn't rhetorical. I seriously don't get hunter logic here."

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 19, 2016 0:09:34 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 19, 2016 0:09:34 GMT -5

"Maybe you missed the part where we kill things that aren't human and things that aren't human generally try to kill us" Dean deadpanned, downing his shot despite not having passed on a question. Taking the whiskey bottle when Torrid was done, he refilled his own glass, tapped its bottom on the table and lifted it to his lips for a second time. "We're getting a little off track here" Sam pointed out, hoping to avoid a scene. So far they'd been doing a fairly decent job of boring the leviathan spectators so much that only a few remained outside. And once they all left, it would be easier to formulate an escape plan. But in order for that to happen, an all-out brawl, verbal or physical, between Dean and Torrid could not take place.

"So ask a question" Dean suggested tightly, filling his glass for a third time, though he did not drink from it yet. Sam inclined his head at Torrid, indicating it was his turn.

Unless the whole, "why would you think I wanted to kill you" thing was considered his question.

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 19, 2016 0:20:37 GMT -5

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Post by Torrid on Jan 19, 2016 0:20:37 GMT -5

Sam's fears were unfounded. Dean's unnecessary snappiness didn't arouse anger from him, and if there was a fight, it would be Dean as the aggressor. "Oh," deadpanned Torrid. "So, not human equals dead. I think that's how those other guys worked."He pursed his lips thoughtfully, "How do you half-kill someone? I don't think that's a thing." That one was actually rhetorical.

Thankfully, Sam gave them an out, and Torrid beamed him an assuring smile. What he'd asked Dean could technically be his turn, but this is truth or shots and there are no rules except truth, or shot. "Sam." He licked his lip thoughtfully, really trying to find a good question. One he didn't know. He considered asking how the hell he sprung out of the box with Lucifer, but decided against it. Dean's edgy enough. "Okay, I got it. I knew from the second you walked in that there was something between you and those two other guys in the bar. Reggie and Tim. What was up with that?"

Last Edit: Jan 19, 2016 0:22:39 GMT -5 by Torrid

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 19, 2016 0:45:11 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 19, 2016 0:45:11 GMT -5

Relieved when Dean swigged a few shots to calm himself down and Torrid posed a new question, Sam was easily aware of Dean's intense stare after it had been asked. He'd never told Dean about the time when he'd split from Dean early after having freed Lucifer, and how he'd gotten into that huge confrontation with Reggie and Tim, ending with him beating the crap out of them. At the time, when he'd rejoined Dean, they had too much else going on to mention it. And then as the days wore on, it just seemed pointless to bring up.

Sam would have preferred to just take his shot and move on, but they needed to brush past the sticky moment, giving Dean more time to settle again. So Sam, eyes on a spot between Torrid and his brother, began the story. "Um, well, we ran into each other about two years ago and had a...a little misunderstanding." He cringed at the memory. "Basically, they were trying to blame me for something." "Something you DID do" piped up a sudden familiar voice that hadn't paid a visit in awhile. Perhaps the subject matter had helped dislodge him from Sam's subconscious. Ignoring Lucifer, Sam focused instead on Dean's accusation of, "why haven't you ever told me this?" "I don't know" he admitted half-truthfully. "It never seemed to be the right time."

Understatement.

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 19, 2016 0:58:47 GMT -5

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Post by Torrid on Jan 19, 2016 0:58:47 GMT -5

From the way Sam was behaving, Torrid suspected he'd hit a nerve pretty hard. Especially since Dean didn't know. And, for just a fraction of a second, Torrid thought he flinched at something. The air had changed again, despite Dean being marginally calmer than before. "Mmm... That was vague," commented Torrid lightly, pointing his glass Sam's way. It was his way of smoothing it over. "But I'll allow it."

He took a sip for something to do, and noticed the lone Leviathan standing close to the glass, just listening to their conversation. He casually got up and strode to that side of the room. "Hey, you guys haven't asked anything of each other yet," he pointed out, as calm as ever, as he worked the buckle on his belt. He nonchalantly mooned the Leviathan, leaning back up against the glass to really give it the full view while still looking as innocent and attentive as ever. "Sam's question?"

Last Edit: Jan 19, 2016 1:02:33 GMT -5 by Torrid

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 19, 2016 8:57:05 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 19, 2016 8:57:05 GMT -5

"We already know each other pretty well" Dean informed Torrid, being overly modest on the "pretty well" remark. He and Sam knew each other better than anyone in the world, having proven this fact on multiple occasions. The remaining leviathan looked torn between disgust and wanting to come down there and rip Torrid's head off for the disrespect. He settled for turning on one heel and stalking away, leaving the three of them as relatively alone as they could possibly be in such a scenario. The boys both kept their expressions unfazed and neutral, watching Torrid, used to seeing strange, unexpected things in their lives. They had both trained themselves to rarely show reactions.

Sam pressed down absently on the scar on his palm, easily noticed by Dean, who now knew his brother was seeing Satan on the side at the present moment and felt a muscle in his jaw tick. Was it too much to ask, really, that when everything else in their life was falling apart, Sam could just be fine? No. He had to be cracking up again. Great.

The younger Winchester finally removed his hand from the scar, his gaze focusing again, and threw a question out there. "So. How do we get out of here?" It appeared to be directed at either Dean or Torrid, not either of them specifically, though his eyes were more trained on Dean. Dean had been thinking this very same thing since they'd gotten there and he may have finally reached an idea. Not one he was overly thrilled about.

But a plan nonetheless.

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How do I Leviathan? (Dean/Sam/Torrid+) Jan 19, 2016 13:15:35 GMT -5

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Post by Torrid on Jan 19, 2016 13:15:35 GMT -5

"Fair enough," answered Torrid. He missed the whole thing with Sam and his scar, not knowing to look for that. It could have been a fidgeting gesture at his off behavior. A little smirk escaped his façade at the indignant hiss of the Leviathan. He put himself back in order, looking quite pleased with himself, and made sure they were in relative seclusion. "That's a good one. I noticed the running stream out there. I bet we could flood this place and get to an airvent on the ceiling." It was half baked and off the top of his head, and he looked at either of them in hopes of something better.

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