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[tyrantasaur]

guys i'm sorry i've not replied to you yet! i'm being super lame, i know. 

[tyrantasaur]

of wolves & wendigos

Following in his sister's footsteps, he'd returned to Beacon Hills. Something about this place kept pulling him back, and just like her he'd returned to face his past, to find some answers. The raw pain of the loss of Erica and Boyd had healed enough that he could think about them without feeling like tearing himself apart. It was impossible to fight the familial pull that Scott had, and...Stiles. There was something almost of friendship there. Isaac. Allison. Lydia. People he had wrong, those who had wronged him, he had come back to try to make amends. This time he was going to be a damn grown up about it and try to set everything to rights. Try to set the imbalance of his life back toward neutral.

It was with this intention that he'd driven past their houses, although he knew they wouldn't be home. It was a school day, and...he paused a moment with the window down, frowning at the Stilinski house before passing on to the McCall home, only to detect the same scent. Now that he thought on it, that scent had been all around town. Certainly Derek couldn't recognize everyone's scent in Beacon Hills, but they stood out. It was something very Other. The smell of different towns, of grease and whiskey and the road. Something that didn't have the same underlying tone as everyone else who lived in Beacon Hills shared. There was another scent at the McCall residence, one that he knew perfectly well. Isaac had been here often. Sighing wistfully, he drove on.

As he was going past the sheriff's station, that trailing scent hit him again while he was stopped at the red light. Two men exited the building dressed in suits, glancing about themselves. Focusing his hearing on them, he heard the taller one speak in a confidential tone. 

"He knows something, Dean. He has to know more about all these suspicious deaths...did you notice the picture in his office? One of those kids we talked to was in it." Derek frowned as the light turned green and sped on toward the school.

Waiting in the parking lot until they got out of school wasn't his favorite option, but he couldn't quite tell where in the building they were. He'd considered making his presence known by howling to Scott, but that pair at the station made him nervous, though he didn't want to admit to himself his suspicions. 

[feardubh-blog]

“Would you like to watch the bees with me?”

The orderly leading him to his room was cute, and Dean eyed her surreptitiously as she walked. She slowed and murmured something to a skeletal girl clutching a portable IV as she made her way shakily down the hall, and as she turned he caught a glimpse of her black and white badge. Cathy, it read. He smirked. Cathy seemed a bit prudish, but he had to admit she had great legs.

The hallway was clean and smelled faintly of chemicals, a scent that permeated through the entirety of the building. It was meant to create an environment of calm sterility, but all it really did was emphasize the cloying undertone of sick. This wasn't a place for the healthy; this was where the crazies went, and even the workers were so neurotic that they felt they had to sanitize every surface twice. Cathy's pastel shoes clacked softly on the gray tiles spanning the hall.

"Here you go," she said as she opened one of the dozen identical doors on the hall. It had a small rectangular window and a plaque above the door frame that read 121, and it squeaked ever so slightly as it swung outward to reveal a room furnished with two narrow beds, both fitted with white bedding that went well with the exciting shade of white paint on the walls and the grey metal desk on the back wall. The bed to the left was slightly rumpled.

"Who else is here?" Dean asked as he peered inside. Great, he'd have to share with some nut job. Hopefully he'd be able to establish a decent pecking order, but who knew...

Cathy's pale eyes flashed to the ceiling as she thought. "Uhm.... Castiel. Yes, Castiel is your roommate. You see, patients like you, on levels one and two, are allowed double rooms on the second through fourth floors of the hospital because you haven't shone to be a hazard to yourself or those around you." she explained quickly. Her wrist flashed up as she glanced at her watch. "Right now, patients up to level four are on a sort of recess."

Dean ducked into the room and inspected the desk and occupied side briefly while Cathy spoke from the doorway. "They have access to the recreational rooms on the first floor until five, when they report back to their rooms for quiet time." There were no signs of personal objects- no photos, papers, anything- so he turned to the bed on the right and eyed its blankets warily. Ew. Lice.

"Dinner is at five thirty, and today you'll be given what's left of free time to settle into your room before you go to the cafeteria. Castiel will be here shortly and he can guide you." Cathy turned and grasped the doorknob with one hand, pulling the door half shut as she finished. "Good luck, Dean. I'm sure you'll do well here."

As the sound of her footsteps faded, he gave the room another once over and sat on the bed. Settling in was a joke; he wasn't allowed to bring any of his things, so he pulled at the metal drawer attached to the underside of his bed and pulled out two matching sets of the asylum uniform he'd already been made to change into. Huh. Boring. Dean sighed and replaced them before shoving the drawer shut. He was anxious to meet his roommate and find out exactly who this Castiel was before he had another episode.

[pack-daddy-blog]

I am so sorry I haven't been posting! I have no real excuse except laziness. :(