[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough

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[godsspeed]

What?

I never have, no. When was this?

[jumpthegun]

What? [No. That doesn't make any sense.]

You've spoken to him. I know you have. Other people have. Haven't they?

[godsspeed]

Only five of my siblings have ever spoken to Him. I've never even seen Him. That's a significant part of the problem, John.

[ This is confusing. If he were in a better mental state he might be able to back up and ask if they're still talking about the same person, but he's bewildered and disoriented and agitated. The blistering heat radiating from John draws ever nearer and he doesn't think to move away, forgetting that he's not so invulnerable as he's accustomed to being. ]

[jumpthegun]

[He's so close. Just a little farther and he can reach.]

How did your siblings meet him? They're not here.

[godsspeed]

Maybe they are. They've always been everywhere. Maybe I just can't hear them anymore.

[ His own thoughts are getting scattered and disjointed, and he remains completely still as the heat shifts from uncomfortable to painful, his skin scalding and going red. ]

Maybe I'm the one who's wrong. I've never been this alone, John.

[jumpthegun]

We don't have to be alone, Castiel. I don't want you to be alone.

[His hand finally reaches the angel, burning hot, as it wraps around whatever piece of Castiel he can reach.]

I'll keep you warm, I promise. We can stay here together. I'll keep you warm.

cw: burns (moreso), dissociation, character death

[godsspeed]

[ The pain is a distant thing, witnessed but not experienced. Angels don't feel pain like this, so clearly it's not happening to him. A burning hand closes around a human arm and layers of cloth and skin ignite and turn to ash, and through it Castiel maintains eye contact. ]

Thank you. [ Small flames start to creep up along the human's sleeve from, growing and spreading from that initial point of contact. A plastic curtain draped over his shoulders starts to melt and burn. Hair singes away and skin starts to crack and blister, and through it all the angel Castiel stands perfectly still. ] Thank you.

[ It's only a few moments before the human Jimmy Novak crumples into the melting snow. ]

cw: burns (moreso), dissociation, character death

[jumpthegun]

Castiel? Cas? [No. No, no, no! What's wrong? He can't see. John tries to pull the body closer.] I've got you. Come on, mate. I've got you. What's wrong?