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[ofthursday]

Who: Merlinatural the Vampire Slayer and friends (Merlin cast, Supernatural cast, Buffy, and anyone who has plotted threads with them and wants to do them here instead of new log)
What: DARKNESS EVENT
When: Day 128 through 131
Where: All around Asgard
Rating: PG-13 to R for death, violence, language, and whatever else

[[ooc: This is a giant log for all the shenanigans of the casts so that we don't spam the log comm. Anyone with planned threads with anyone in this group is welcome to join in here or make their own logs for them, whatever you like!

Everyone please put in the subject line of your threads what day it's taking place, and (tentatively) the characters involved, as well as open or closed and anything else that seems relevant.]]

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[smartwinchester]

[The reassurance doesn't seem to do much -- but Sam settles back against the opposite wall to watch Castiel. He looks upset, almost stricken -- pale and exhausted -- but he seems to latch onto something, to force himself to focus.

Something needs to be done.

He draws in a deep breath and lets it out shakily. And then he does it again, his exhale a little less rattled, to calm his nerves before he speaks.]

We need to do something.

[ofthursday]

[Castiel watches him in return, warily, similarly exhausted--except for his death he's been awake since the morning of the 128th--but ready to keep going again now.]

There doesn't seem much to be done but trying to help those who are being attacked, or have been hurt.

[And he draws himself up a bit more, then stepped toward Sam.]

That includes you, as of now.

[He kind of sliced a hole in your shoulder, bro.]

[smartwinchester]

I woke up healed.

[It's said distractedly, as he stares at the floor, not really paying attention to what Castiel was doing or saying save for the bare bones of the statement.]

[ofthursday]

I nearly stabbed you.

[Castiel informs him, pushing away memories of being stabbed himself as he says it, drawing close enough that he could reach out and touch Sam. But he hesitates, just for the moment.]

[smartwinchester]

[It's then that he seems to realize what Castiel is saying and Sam immediately catches the angel's wrist, but loosely, without any real effort or strength behind it.]

I think I probably deserve it.

[With a slightly forced smile, as he gently pushes Castiel's hand away.]

Save your energy for something more important. It's just a cut.

[ofthursday]

[He freezes when Sam grabs his wrist, but it's careful rather than part of an attack and so he calms again, and when Sam lets go he withdraws his hand without protest. It isn't a particularly severe injury, so Castiel is willing to let it go for the moment, and he's still slightly shaken. He doesn't want any more injuries at the moment.]

Alright.

[He agrees, finally. He begins to lead the way out of the room, then.]

We should see if we're needed.

[smartwinchester]

[Sam is on his feet and after him instantly, but he's quiet, with only a soft 'alright' in agreement as he follows his friend down the hall. He remains that way for a few minutes, muted, until he manages to find his voice again.]

How many people have died?

[ofthursday]

I don't know.

[He's not sure if Sam is asking in general, in the city, or in their group.]

Myself, Daphne, you, and Mary have all died that I know of among us. Nakama did over a video feed.

[He'd been dead at the time himself, but he'd seen it later upon checking the network.]

[smartwinchester]

[He's silent as he digests that before he tentatively reaches out to squeeze Castiel's shoulder, letting out another shaken breath before he begins to speak.]

But we're all on the same page now?

[ofthursday]

[He's briefly startled at the touch but then calms again, nodding slightly.]

I believe so.

[Everyone's back, and no one's Taken, as far as he knows. It's daytime too, so maybe this is all over.

He's quiet a moment before speaking again.]

Do you have your weapons?

[smartwinchester]

Yeah.

[Surprisingly, he adds silently to himself, letting his hand slide away from Castiel's shoulder with a slight frown.

The questions cause something in his brain to jog and Sam shoves aside his guilt and anger to focus on the facts. He needs to do something. He needs to be useful. He can fall apart later -- for now, he's a hunter, and the city needs him to act like one.]

What's causing all of this in the first place? Is it another attack from Utgard?

[ofthursday]

I don't know.

[He snaps it a little, tiredly, and immediately feels bad for it. But he's confused and just as in the dark as everyone else, no pun intended, and he doesn't want to be leading or the source of information at the moment. He's shaken and exhausted and stuck in this pathetic mortal body and he should be better than this right now.]

[smartwinchester]

[He's silent, at the sudden snap -- and for a moment, Sam is almost willing to shut up and let it go. He doesn't really have the right to question Castiel or to ask for answers when he had murdered him. If anything, Sam should just leave and fix this on his own.

But something inside Sam's stomach twists at the thought of going into the darkness by himself, because he was obviously affected by whatever happened. It had picked him and he had been unable to fight it off. If Sam is prone to being possessed by these things, then he can't be by himself. He's a liability.

So he stops walking, but he catches Castiel by the arm to stop the angel too, his tone quiet.]

If night falls and whatever possessed me takes me again, then I'm going to hurt a lot more people.

[His voice catches slightly as his throat tightens, but Sam continues stubbornly, eyes a little pleading.]

I know the last thing you probably want to do right now is talk to me, but you know more about what's going on than I do, and I need...

[He trails off, trying to find words, before he decides to just be honest.]

I can't get taken like that again.

[ofthursday]

[When Sam grabs his arm his first reflex is to turn and fight, but he quells it even though he isn't pleased. Sam's voice and expression calm his anger even farther, because he realizes just how scared his friend must be not only to look that way, but to say what he is.]

I don't know that much, Sam.

[He finally says, his own voice soft as well.]

Staying in the light, or keeping a flashlight at least, might hold it at bay. That is all I know.

[And he's quiet briefly another few moments, before looking away.]

I don't want to speak to anyone right now. It is not you in specific.

[smartwinchester]

[Well, Castiel is nothing but honest -- but the honesty is refreshing, sometimes, and a slight amount of weight dissipates in his chest at his admittance. The only thing Sam can do now is to fight back against whatever took him under control -- and to do that, Sam needs to figure out what, exactly, he is dealing with. Castiel doesn't seem to know, so he'll need to figure it out from someone else.

Until then, though, Sam forces a ghost of a smile before he takes a deep breath, to center his focus.]

You should go home.

[It's a gentle request, not an order.]

If you don't go now, we should all meet back there before dark so we can figure out what to do. So we're all in one place.

[So that everyone can figure out what to do with Sam if he loses it again.]

[ofthursday]

Meeting seems a wise plan.

[But he's not going to go home right now. He has things he needs to do while still running on some level of adrenaline, and that can only be done while it's light out. If this happens again tonight, they won't have a chance to venture out safely for things they need.

He pauses, then, watching Sam for a few moments before continuing.]

You should rest.

[smartwinchester]

[Sam only responds to his suggest with another faint smile -- an acknowledgment, but nothing more. Sam doesn't sleep well on good nights -- sleeping now is pointless.]

An hour before sundown, then, just to be on the safe side.

[ofthursday]

[He gives a small nod.]

Alright. I will see you there.

[And without another word he turns and strides off, to head into the city while it's still light to get supplies.]