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[tln-theshifter.livejournal.com]

WHO: The Shifter & You. Yes, you.
WHEN: An ambiguous time that feels like a few hours but will, in fact, be the 24-ish hours 'til plot's end.
WHERE: [See NOTES]
WHAT: The house chases The Shifter.
WARNINGS: Language, violence, disturbing images, etc.

NOTES: Everyone in the house (including Castiel and Annie) has perhaps fallen asleep. The dream resembles reality, or vice-versa. You're not entirely sure. Wounds sustained in whatever this is will hurt and act as real wounds; weapons used will work properly, etc. People can form one large group or multiple smaller groups.

You will be encountering nightmares. These will be of your own devising and not The Shifter's direct creation, so please play them out within your group(s) and try to balance and mix multiple peoples' nightmares together (ie Owen might appear alongside Alastair in an empty school hallway, or you might find yourselves in Hell alongside Michael with key!Dawn trying to help you out). Please recall there are other monsters if you care to use them.

The Shifter will enter when he is found (yes, he will be found).. but that means that it's up to the players to get through at least one round of nightmares. A tip: work together! Please also be mindful of other peoples' activity and either break into groups based on that OR be patient. No one should be left out. If you break into groups, every group will get a Shifter and it will be up to you guys to figure out which is The Shifter.


tl;dr Work together, have fun, create your own nightmares and I'll torment you near the end with The Shifter.

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[doubtheaven.livejournal.com]

"Do I look like the Virgin Mary to you?" Another voice was heard from the shadows of the hall. The sound of boots walking slowly went with it until a second person was standing beside Alistair. He was holding a jagged looking saw in one hand and it was covered in blood. From where the blood stains were, white feathers were bent, broken, and clung to the dripping teeth of the instrument.

What Dean saw was himself, smirking at him, with black opaque eyes. "I said I was gonna help you, Cas. And you side with that guy?" The Demonic-Dean pulled a feather off the saw and flicked it in Dean's direction so it landed at his feet.

[mulletrockking.livejournal.com]

That...That wasn't something Dean had been expecting. It was a thought that was never very far back in a corner of his mind - that thought that, if not for Cas, that would have been how things had turned out - and being confronted with it here, like this...Well, it certainly was the wrong place and the wrong time. And as the feather drifted to the ground at his feet, he stared at it a moment, before his face contorted into a mask of anger born from fear.

"Alright. Fine. I get it. Great. Point made. Now how about you crawl back to whatever rock you came out from under in Hell." He pulled the canister of salt from his pocket, moving a step closer to Cas, and upended it, starting a salt ring around them both. "Because me? I'm not playing this game. Dream or not, I don't give a crap."

[doubtheaven.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I think you do, Dean." Alistair sneered as he started to walk around the circle of salt. "Because that work you did for me.. and it was good work.. you did because you chose to do it. There's something a little.. dark, inside of you, Dean. You just don't want to let it out."

Castiel got to his feet slowly next to Dean. His hand reached into his coat and produced the milk bottle now filled with holy water from the kitchen.

Demon-Dean grinned a little at the stand-off. "You wanna stay in there? Be my guest. Sam's hangin' around here somewhere. We'll go find him. Hell, he and I are more blood than you two are these days anyway."

/CRASHES IN

[family-remains.livejournal.com]

And as if by cue, there Sam was. Still crouching over Rose, a swarm of black smoke swept down the hallway, depositing the two as if to say "We found him, Alistair. Have fun."

The younger Winchester let out a heavy breath and whipped around, trying to figure out where in the hell he was, exactly. this wasn't the Med Ward any longer. And Dean was standing just up ahead with Castiel and... one of the last people Sam ever wanted to see again - along with a black-eyed clone of his brother.

This was officially the worst dream ever.

"Dean-" He called, straightening up and taking stock of the situation with a furrowed brow.

[iwantyousafe.livejournal.com]

Rose quickly stood. The last thing she needed was Dean seeing her clinging to Sam's shirt. Again transported, her eyes scanned the company present. This clearly wasn't her dream; half the people weren't even familiar.

She was done with the nightmare rubbish. Rose didn't even trust Sam so much anymore, and he'd been the closest thing she'd had to a best friend in the house. She took a step away from him as her finger found the trigger of the shotgun. There was one bullet left in the Boswell. Wound up as she was, Rose wouldn't need to be pushed much to find it a home.

[mulletrockking.livejournal.com]

Dean ripped his gaze from his demon self at the sound of Sam's voice, pushing down the tab on the canister of salt. Sam (well, okay, and Rose, too, he supposed) showing up just complicated the entire situation by about a million, considering there was enough salt left in the canister to make a demon sneeze, and he and Cas had that one little milk bottle of holy water between them. He didn't miss the shotgun Rose was packing, though, and his gaze lingered on it a moment, before snapping back to Alastair and the laughably demonic version of himself.

But the truth of it was, that gun wouldn't do a damn thing against either demon in the room unless it was packing rock salt. And even then...It wouldn't do much.

"Well. I dunno about you guys, but this feels a little like deja vu. And as touching as this little reunion is, I'm pretty sure one of you's dead and one's not real. So let's just get this over with so we can find the real man behind the curtain."

[doubtheaven.livejournal.com]

"You should learn to have a little patience, Dean." Alistair gave Dean an amused smirk. "But if that's what you want." They were all getting a little tired of running around in circles, weren't they. Alistair walked up to Demon-Dean, who looked over at Sam.

Demon-Dean smiled, his black eyes staring straight at the younger brother. "See you soon, Sammy. If you get hungry, don't forget to eat something." The smile grew wider. Alistair walked up behind the other demon and grabbed him by the hair. His curved knife slashed right across the Demon-Dean's throat and blood spurted out before he crumpled to the floor. Where he fell, the blood began to pool. It grew larger slowly, as if it were eating away the carpet. It dissolved the circle of salt when it touched it and climbed up the walls. The blood was so dark red it appeared black, and then the world seemed to dissolve and change again.

[ooc: Let's all hop into the final thread instead, huh? XD;]