1st Drink | Video | Day 60

[justrunsasaloon]

[Her face is a mass of scrapes and cuts. One is still seeping down the side of her face. Her right eye swells shut even as she stares at the thing on her wrist. The swelling eye has broken blood vessels and there's blood - some hers - all over her.

Behind her, the sun is slowly setting, turning everything golden and red. Two colors that she never wants to see ever again.

She can’t quite believe where the hell she’s at, or what’s going on.

The voice hadn't been helpful. If she is here, where is Jo? Dirty tear streaks are visible. But she's not crying now. She's just tired. And hurt.

Whispy blonde hairs fly off of her shoulder as the wind tugs them away. Her hand appears in the frame, covered in blood with broken nails and dirt ground into the skin. It’s also shaking. She uses the back to shove her hair out of her face. All that does is open a soft scab on her forehead, making it bleed more.]

If this is heaven, I ain’t impressed. Where the hell is my daughter?



[OOC: She has just gone through an explosion and looks it. Yes, she has some pretty horrible looking injuries (from her app: Nails in her arms (4), some deep cuts, a mild concussion, blown out eardrum, her right eye will have destroyed blood vessels in it, cracked collarbone, bruises (all over), scratches, a few first degree flash burns, splinters that will have to work their way out; nothing is life threatening, but it will need medical attention, and time. All of it will heal, given time.) but all will, eventually heal. Anyone that wants to come bully her is welcome. Medical personnel is doubly welcome.]

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[justrunsasaloon]

[Ellen manages to hug Dean back, but it's a hard thing. Everything hurts and her muscles are starting to stiffen too.]

Better if I keep moving for now.

[She takes a step back and looks at Dean.]

Well, you look in one piece. Come help put me back together?

[She offers him the pliers. The nails have to come out first.]

[venatical]

[ Well, if it isn't Raphael.

Oh, right. Nails in Ellen's arm. Dean has half a mind to figure out if he can do something to patch her up himself, but he hasn't tried any of his magic for healing before. He takes the pliers from her, and glances between them and her arm, before he drops them and then takes her arm in both his hands. The nails slide out and clatter to the floor as her wounds start to heal, slowly at first but faster once Dean settles into this groove of his powers. ]

[servingmichael]

Doesn't do you any good to avoid stiffness if you make a fracture worse, or jostle something into bleeding.

[His tone was scolding, but not cruelly, merely concerned. He shifts his weight - and the weight of the jug - to look at Dean, eyes narrowing.]

You'd do her better to focus on internal injuries, fractures, things that won't heal with the aid of cleaning and a bandage Dean.

[Oh yes, he was telling Dean what to do. This was his job damn it.]

[justrunsasaloon]

[The nails fall to the floor and the ringing in her ears settles to a dull roar, before she gets out of the shock enough to jerk away. The pain doesn't radiate down her arm, meaning that her broken collar bone is at least somewhat mended.

She stares at him.]

What the hell are you doin'?

[She can't help the snap because... Sam had had powers and raised Lucifer. Now Dean had powers? No. What the hell is going on?]

[venatical]

Helping. Doing better than you'd do with a pair of pliers. [ Obviously!

Even he knows right now that this is going to get him in trouble, but the important thing is healing Ellen and hell, he's already done more elaborate things than heal up someone's arm. ]

I dunno, it's a thing. Everyone's something else. This pipsqueak was an angel. [ Speaking of, he turns to him and smirks. ]

How you doing, by the way? Anyone tell you to break a leg yet?

[servingmichael]

[ Raphael plunked the jug down, flying over look over Ellen. ]

I'm still an angel, just not the normal type.

[You idiot.

Raphael twists in the air, flashing his foot, knees, and an elbow at Dean - they are bandaged, the skin around them pinked and irritated looking, and he looks dirty, like he took a roll on the ground.]

No but I got to ride a jaguar.

[justrunsasaloon]

[Ellen manages not to facepalm in front of their bickering. She'll speak to Dean later about it. When he's no longer a trickster. And she's not scraped to hell and back.]

Alright boys, pack it in.

[She's too sore and tired to deal with their shenanigans.]

Raphael, thank you for the help. Dean, you and me are goin' to get a beer.

[venatical]

[ Ride a jaguar? That's actually pretty cool, and he opens his mouth to respond, but Ellen interrupts him. ]

What, you're not going to let me finish? [ He was healing her. It was a thing! ]

[servingmichael]

Pack what in?

[ He actually didn't know what Ellen was referring to, and from the glare at the back of Dean's head - wasn't happy. ]

But you're welcome.