( oh. that gives rowena more concerns than it does clues given that dean hadn't been worried about her in a way that his tone suggests in some time, accepting that she wasn't set to hurt the world after she'd helped them try to save it a few times.
but she's too distracted by her own pain to be able to think too much about it.
though the fact that he's worried about her and not some other witches at home-- )
Oh, nothing I can't manage.
( except considering that she'd already given her dying breath this might be more than what rowena can do. she'd managed to heal her shoulder, just to make sure it didn't bleed if she moved it, but her stomach-- it wasn't just a wound but the blood loss and that was the part weakening her. and her magic, making her unable to heal as she wishes to )
You never said why you were in the hospital.
( is her voice at all becoming an echo yet of getting closer to his room? )
[ probably should have a concern or two. she isn't his favorite person, mark removed or not. and he'd told Johanna himself he indeed hunted murderous witches. ]
Sounds like you're about to give up the ghost. Where are you? [ it's getting there, and he's trying to get up to go hide in the bathroom. ]
( good luck with that buddy, because she happens to spot him in the next room she comes to, leaning against the door frame and definitely having looked better. nevermind the bloodied dress when she probably looks like she could pass out where she's stood )
Here, apparently.
( she does at least manage to hang up the phone )
And I'd offer to heal your leg but... that might have to wait a few days.
[ Shit. He’s got his good leg on the ground, bad leg up and it’s a
good thing he’s got boxers on other wise she’d be getting an eyeful of his
nethers. He’s going for his crutches, but he hasn’t gotten there by the
time she appears. ]
( another time rowena would probably make a comment about it which says something about how she's feeling )
Well, I'm alive.
( though her tone somehow sounds conflicted about that. it's always good to be alive... except when you were giving your life to save the world. though between what she was figuring out from the phone call and this reaction-- )
You weren't concerned about the ghosts because you don't know about them.
( time travel as well as another universe? bollocks )
( she ignores him, stepping more into the room now in search of the chair that she'd spotted, though sitting itself is painfully done. maybe he'll get her wish and she'll still die )
God began the end of the world... raising all of the souls from Hell. Ghosts haven't been your only problem.
[ The name makes him tense up, a glance down at his arm, so recently removed from the Mark. The memories are fresh, his mistakes, the things he said and did, both demon and human before being freed.
He glances away. ]
Yeah? Gonna lecture me about that? Cause trust me, I’ve already done that enough for both of us.
( they all played a part in it, after all. and she's being the bigger witch here )
Though a little history, maybe, since you don't really know who Amara is.
( since he hadn't met god yet )
She's his sister. God's. Everything she wanted to do to the world was in anger at him and-- ( she pauses, a wince of pain, swiftly moving on ) He finally stepped in and helped. Or... got us all to help him.
I know she's the Darkness, evil, and ready to...do something.
[ Whatever she really is he's skeptical, because God stepping in after how long? He calls bullshit.
And let's be honest, Dean's not in the greatest headspace (or physical state) at the moment, and he doesn't want to hear any more. He drags a hand down his face, brow furrowed in frustration and annoyance, and waves his hand. ]
Alright, alright, enough with the Miss Cleo future. What do you want, why are you in my room?
( she pauses, both giving herself a moment to think and to let some of her pain settle. what does she want? she'd come to him wanting answers but this wasn't the same dean that would be as willing to give her them. there was also now no easy exists, just awkward moments )
I didn't realise I was from your future when I called you.
( and the fact that she'd opted to call him... probably said little to him but was something to her )
I had hoped you'd know something more about this situation but... I doubt now you'll tell me.
[ He grunts, shifting in bed, wishing desperately for a drink. ]
What answers are you looking for? [ Said the most grudgingly, ever. He doesn't owe her shit, he's still pissed about the attack dog spell on Cas, he doesn't trust her, but giving her answers about this place itself doesn't seem dangerous.
He's still not wild about her in his room with him so vulnerable, but he's in no state to boot her out. ]
she hadn't expected him to believe her but she hadn't expected this. though maybe her years in getting to know dean had made her forget what he'd been like then when he didn't especially trust her )
When you want my help-- ( since he'd said sort of said as much ) You no doubt will know how to find me.
( if she can figure it out then he can.
also don't mind her very slowly getting up bc this is not a pleasant feeling in the motion with her stomach. she needed her magic to be stronger to do more )
( though without her resurrection seal she isn't quite as confident sounding about that, especially since this was supposed to be her true and final death )
I'll heal, don't you worry about me.
( as slow steps take her towards the door. it'd be a slow process until she could do it herself )
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but she's too distracted by her own pain to be able to think too much about it.
though the fact that he's worried about her and not some other witches at home-- )
Oh, nothing I can't manage.
( except considering that she'd already given her dying breath this might be more than what rowena can do. she'd managed to heal her shoulder, just to make sure it didn't bleed if she moved it, but her stomach-- it wasn't just a wound but the blood loss and that was the part weakening her. and her magic, making her unable to heal as she wishes to )
You never said why you were in the hospital.
( is her voice at all becoming an echo yet of getting closer to his room? )
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[ probably should have a concern or two. she isn't his favorite person, mark removed or not. and he'd told Johanna himself he indeed hunted murderous witches. ]
Sounds like you're about to give up the ghost. Where are you? [ it's getting there, and he's trying to get up to go hide in the bathroom. ]
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Here, apparently.
( she does at least manage to hang up the phone )
And I'd offer to heal your leg but... that might have to wait a few days.
( weeks. or longer )
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[ Shit. He’s got his good leg on the ground, bad leg up and it’s a good thing he’s got boxers on other wise she’d be getting an eyeful of his nethers. He’s going for his crutches, but he hasn’t gotten there by the time she appears. ]
You look like something the cat dragged in.
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Well, I'm alive.
( though her tone somehow sounds conflicted about that. it's always good to be alive... except when you were giving your life to save the world. though between what she was figuring out from the phone call and this reaction-- )
You weren't concerned about the ghosts because you don't know about them.
( time travel as well as another universe? bollocks )
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Unfortunately.
[ is he serious? Who can say. but now he’s trapped so he’s gonna sling himself back in the bed and draw his crappy blanket up and silk. ]
The hell are you talking about? What ghosts?
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God began the end of the world... raising all of the souls from Hell. Ghosts haven't been your only problem.
( just the one they called her about )
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…Are you on something? Have you been roofied?
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The rupture in the earth was evident enough.
( though she knows he won't know that. it just takes a moment. she's never been in this situation before )
You do remember meeting him at least?
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…Nurse?
[ nursebot, whoever’s on staff… ]
There’s a mental patient in my room, send help-
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Amara?
( and since he knows her by name it's at least after they met )
The darkness that was released when you were freed from the Mark of Cain?
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He glances away. ]
Yeah? Gonna lecture me about that? Cause trust me, I’ve already done that enough for both of us.
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( they all played a part in it, after all. and she's being the bigger witch here )
Though a little history, maybe, since you don't really know who Amara is.
( since he hadn't met god yet )
She's his sister. God's. Everything she wanted to do to the world was in anger at him and-- ( she pauses, a wince of pain, swiftly moving on ) He finally stepped in and helped. Or... got us all to help him.
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[ Whatever she really is he's skeptical, because God stepping in after how long? He calls bullshit.
And let's be honest, Dean's not in the greatest headspace (or physical state) at the moment, and he doesn't want to hear any more. He drags a hand down his face, brow furrowed in frustration and annoyance, and waves his hand. ]
Alright, alright, enough with the Miss Cleo future. What do you want, why are you in my room?
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I didn't realise I was from your future when I called you.
( and the fact that she'd opted to call him... probably said little to him but was something to her )
I had hoped you'd know something more about this situation but... I doubt now you'll tell me.
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What answers are you looking for? [ Said the most grudgingly, ever. He doesn't owe her shit, he's still pissed about the attack dog spell on Cas, he doesn't trust her, but giving her answers about this place itself doesn't seem dangerous.
He's still not wild about her in his room with him so vulnerable, but he's in no state to boot her out. ]
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If what I've been told about this place is the truth. Etraya, this bubble world as you put it... do you believe being here is saving our world?
( an idea that rowena has her own personal grievances with considering that her death was supposed to do just that. temporarily, anyway )
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Yeah, think I do. Seems to be the general consensus, that it's the truth.
[ There's no real way to be sure, but he's thinking maybe so. ]
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( a slightly pointed sound to her words )
And considering how many times you've managed to prevent something--
( there's a slight wave of her hand. you know she has a point )
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No shit, Sherlock.
[ He snorts and leans back against his pillow, hands over his face. Damn, he's tired. ]
Then maybe I can help stop it again, yeah, I know.
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( gesturing over herself for a moment )
I was helping you stop it.
( before he gets too excited that something was killing her in that world. nope, just end of the world problems )
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[ He's grumbling, his leg hurts, and why is she still heeeeere ]
You done?
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fine.
she hadn't expected him to believe her but she hadn't expected this. though maybe her years in getting to know dean had made her forget what he'd been like then when he didn't especially trust her )
When you want my help-- ( since he'd said sort of said as much ) You no doubt will know how to find me.
( if she can figure it out then he can.
also don't mind her very slowly getting up bc this is not a pleasant feeling in the motion with her stomach. she needed her magic to be stronger to do more )
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[ He's returning her look, pulling a face when she glances away like a twelve year old. ]
And, c'mon, try not to die, alright? Go see a doctor or something. One of those little robots can patch you up.
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( though without her resurrection seal she isn't quite as confident sounding about that, especially since this was supposed to be her true and final death )
I'll heal, don't you worry about me.
( as slow steps take her towards the door. it'd be a slow process until she could do it herself )
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