dean and oz

Who: Dean and Lullaby, Dean and Oz
Where: Osbourne household
When: After dark

Dean swam up out of sleep slowly, cuddling in against Thia as he shifted, mumbling a little, incomprehensibly, as he did so. As he woke up more, however, coming to, his brain kicking into gear, he backed off, blinking his eyes open and rolling over, hoping that she'd decided to join him in sleep. That'd be good, since he'd obviously been snuggling whilst he slept. He did that every time, he knew, it was just that, generally, he woke up before she did and got out of there, covering for his behaviour.

Dean wasn't in luck. Lullaby was awake. She'd stayed awake the entire time. His mumbling got a little smile out of her, and as he moved away from her, she felt a rush of cool air that made her protest a little bit. She also snuggled up against his back and reached up to draw her fingers through his hair. "Sleep well?" she asked. She knew that he'd been out for ages. She didn't have a sense of time that was accurate in there, but she knew it has been hours. The pale bit of light that had been coming in from beneath the door had faded, even. She'd watched it go, though she'd done it not by watching the crack per se, but more by watching the outline of him slowly disappear. She was glad he'd gotten to sleep himself out. In her opinion, he'd needed it.

Who: Dean and Oz
Where: Osbourne household
When: About an hour after dawn

Dean had sat with Thia until she died and then sat with her some more. The Snow White joke seemed stale now - death was never how they made it in Disney, not that he'd ever really thought it was. There was no beauty there, no peace - there was just blood. Lots and lots of blood and the knowledge of an end to pain.

Who: Dean and Oz
Where: Osbourne residence
When: Afternoon

Who: Dean and Oz
Where: Their house
When: About ten minutes after Lullaby left

Dean heard the front door close. He heard the sound of the gravel beneath her feet. He listened until he couldn't hear anymore, until all he could hear were the muffled voices from downstairs. Had anyone else even noticed she'd gone?

He didn't know how much time passed, how long he sat there in the dark, his arms wrapped around his pulled up knees. It felt like an eternity, though he doubted that it was that long. Long enough for her to walk away, long enough for him to go through a whole gammit of emotions and arrive back at emptiness. He stared into the dark until something changed and he took a breath. He didn't feel any different, he'd had no blinding revelations, or great plans, nothing like that. But he'd sat there for long enough and he couldn't do it any longer. So he got up and opened the closet door, blinking in the light. It felt like an age and his room felt empty, but he wasn't staying there and he crossed to the other door quickly, pulling it open and almost tripping over the bunny that fell through the door as he did so.

Who: Dean and Oz
Where: Outside their house / by the lake
When: After school

When Dean got home from school, Oz was sitting on the front porch, sort of half waiting for him, half absently playing his guitar. He hadn't gotten it out in ages, what with imminent death possibilities, which really killed any creative spirit he'd had going on. Either way, he was playing now. Which had gotten a couple of squees from the dead girl upstairs. He'd plugged in his amp for her earlier to play a little, apparently sometime after Sophie had gotten schooling squared away for her. He was back to acoustic by now though, playing Creep by Radiohead, one of the two pretty much default songs he always played when he was in thoughtful mode.

Dean headed up the driveway on his bike, half an eye on the weather, since he'd gotten wet riding in this morning in the drizzle. But so far, he was still dry - a fact of which he was definitely a fan. he slowed to a stop and dismounted, propping the bike up against the front porch as he took in Oz - he'd been able to hear the music from some distance away, but he hadn't realised what he'd been listening to. "Didn't know you played," he commented, not making a move to walk into the house, since he'd have to squeeze past the guy and, really, that seemed rude.

who: oz and dean
where: out by the lake
when: before dark

Who: Dean and Oz
Where: Their House
When: Sunrise

When dawn came, Oz had still been outside gathering up bits of Lullaby. The vamps had retreated a while ago, after he and Billy had gone out to pick as many off as they could. Which was probably one of the most awful things he'd had to do in a good long while. Or...possibly around ever. He'd fought things, he'd seen awful shit, but gathering pieces of a teenage girl that was killed on your lawn...that wasn't pleasant. Especially when he'd kind of liked her in the first place. Either way, he was doing it, because it didn't seem right not to. He was still tracking some pieces down when he noticed something weird going on.

He'd laid her body over by the porch, not sure where else to put it quite yet, but as he watched, dawn starting to shine a little brighter now, he could see her...fading out. Almost like the breeze that was blowing across her corpse was blowing away ashes. He padded over, but it happened pretty fast. One minute she was there, then next...poof. Blinking a few times, he stared then slowly started to squint his bad eye shut more, with the morning light getting brighter. Unable to do anything else but stand there staring, he turned, and headed back inside. Once in there, he ducked into the bathroom and shifted back to his human form, throwing clothes on and ignoring all the aches and pains screaming at him.

"Sunshine, I'm going to go let the boys out..." he started, sounding distracted. He'd tell her in a second about the magic disappeary body. Then he padded barefoot down the steps, keys still in his pocket since he hadn't left them down there. He walked over to the cage, and unlocked it, more or less standing back just in case there was something inordinately violent going to happen...though he kind of doubted it. Best safe, though.

Who: Dean and Oz
Where: The woods at the back of their house
When: Late afternoon

Dean wasn't at all sure where the day had gone. It had started just after dawn, that was for sure. And he knew a shit load more about vampires than he had done this morning. And he was fairly convinced that his cousin and her partner had done this kind of thing before - either that or they were just stunningly well prepared for anything and immediately snapped to it. He didn't know for sure though, because standing around talking hadn't much been the order of the day. Instead it had been more like lots of little jobs, do this, get that, check something else. He'd checked in on Thia every now and then, but Joshua was always there and he wasn't needed. At one point, though, he gave her his phone, telling her that she could use it to text people, pretend she was him. Check everyone was okay. All in all, the day had just flown passed, and suddenly it was the afternoon and Dean was just finishing off his latest job out at the front of the house.

Oz walked up, having done a lot of his own little jobs all day, preparing things, going over details with everyone, checking on Lullaby. He had another order of business, however, and as he put up with the sunshine outside, shades on, he stopped a few feet back from Dean as he finished. "Time to go do a little target practice." he said. Really, he wanted a little time away to talk to the kid too. There was...a lot going on. On a lot of different levels, and it was past time to have a conversation with him.