Room 211, Monday morning

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Priestly woke up to his alarm blaring and stared at it for a long moment.

Then he sat bolt upright and spent several moments checking his arms and patting down his face to ensure that, yes, he was in his own goddamn body, thank you very much, and all his piercing and all his tattoos (that he could see without a mirror) were in their proper places. He let out a sigh of relief and flopped back on the bed.

Then sat bolt upright again.

"Holy fuck, I killed a guy."

Ten minutes after that, there was a broad, Priestly-shaped lump in the middle of the bed. Priestly was hiding from the island today, kthanx, hibernating under his blankets and occasionally randomly kicking about and/or pinching himself to ensure that he was still real and in total control -- and not feeling particularly homicidally enraged.

[ooc: door is closed and Priestly is emo, but the post is v. much open for all various sorts of play-speeds.]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Knock knock knock knock. Someone hadn't been in class.

"Priestly?"

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Dinah.

Oh god, he'd hit on Dinah.

Priestly groaned. Loudly.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Loud enough to be heard, definitely. "Priestly, if you don't let me in, I'll go superheroine on the door and break it. I swear I will. Don't make me do that, they'll give me Detention!"

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She'd totally do it, too.

"It's unlocked," Priestly grumbled into his pillow.

Man, he hoped he was right.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

He was right about the breaking down, at least. And as it turned out, the door too.

Dinah walked in, and carefully shut it behind her. Then sighed when she saw the Lump of Emo that was Priestly.

"It wasn't that bad. Really."

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"You have. NO. Idea," said Priestly, still talking to his pillow.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Well. Maybe not." Dinah sat down on the bed, and patted his back. "Did you ever get Dean tattoo'd? I'm assuming that really was Dean, or something."

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Priestly moaned into his pillow. "I tried to shoot him."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Priestly!" Whap on the back. "You were going to wait 'til today for that! You know, the day when weird Fandomy weekend things are usually over!"

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"Ow," grumbled Priestly. "Yeah, well, I was also going to seduce you and run away to a tropical island. Possibly after stealing the Winchester's diamond fortune."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah double-facepalmed and said, "Diamond fortune?" Easier than addressing the rest of it first.

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"Who needs hunting ghosts when you can destroy the environment and misuse workers at the same time?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Makes as much sense as anything else this weekend. Like Karla and Tara trying to be evil at me, talking about Merlin as their 'master.'" Dinah shook her head, then poked him in the ribs. "And I'm still up for the tropical island, y'know. If not the being seduced part."

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"That might be hard, as I'm never leaving this room again."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Then I guess I don't get to leave either." Dinah pulled up her legs and sat tailor-style on his bed, and asked, "Think they'll shove the delivery pizza under the door?"

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"Dinah," Priestly whined. She didn't get it. "I killed a guy!"

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"Who? Dean?" Dinah asked, and yeah, fairly horrified.

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"No, some Skywalker dude. I don't think I've seen him before." Priestly peered out from under the blanket, looking chagrined. "The bullet went through Dean."

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Dinah frowned, then wondered, "How does that even work? You should've felt it or something too... wait. Wait." Thiiink. "You're not in him, or his alternate personality any more. Major mojo. Maybe the Skywalker guy is okay?"

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"God I hope so." Priestly tucked back under his blanket. "And I dunno how it all worked. When I was in control, sometimes I saw Dean standing a little ways away. When he was in control, he'd see me that way. It was like that when he hit me."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Poor Priestly. She remembered what it felt like, feeling Other-Her kill Other-Him, and impulsively leaned over to hug him, hard. "I know it doesn't help so much, even if it wasn't real. Still freaky. But you're not trapped now, and we can find out about whichever Skywalker that was. Dean will tell them it was an accident. And you were... kinda crazy."

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Man, but Priestly really needed that hug. He leaned into Dinah as much as he could while staying cocooned in blankets.

In his defense, it was also really cold out

"Yeah, well, people telling you over and over that you're not real can kinda make you feel a little nutsy."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah snuggled in close over the blankets. There, warmer. Slung an arm over him in protection. "I'd guess, yeah. Really long weekend, hunh?"

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"Worst. Birthday. Ever."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah squeezed him again. "Wow, Friday night seems a long ways away now." Ahem. "But yeah. We need to celebrate that. Since all I could do was give you a flower and a hug before the play."

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"I had booze. Which Dean threw at the mirror on Saturday."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah propped her head up on her hand to give him a grimace. "You know, he'll probably want to track you down and... well, maybe he won't apologize. But I'm sure he's sorry you got smushed together like that."

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"S'not his fault," Priestly muttered. "He was here first, the island probably likes him better."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I don't like him better," Dinah said, hugging him again. "You're not the Anti-Dean, you're Priestly. You're yourself." Jeez, talk about nightmares. Priestly spent so much time establishing who he was, being stuck as someone's alter-ego for a weekend had to suck.

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Just a little bit, yeah.

"Damn straight," he mumbled, this time more in the vicinity of into her shoulder than into his pillow. "He made fun of my mohawk."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"He's pretty uptight. For a demon hunter," Dinah said as comfortingly as she could, patting his back. "It's an awesome 'hawk. And did he ever explain the tatt?"

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"He said it was for 'religious purposes'. And that I 'wouldn't know about that.'"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Well, that was judgmental of him." Dinah made a face, then poked at one tattoo on his neck that was just visible over the covers. "What does this one mean?"

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Priestly frowned over the edge of the covers. "Huh?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Your tattoos, what do they mean?" Dinah asked, pointing again.

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Priestly peered at her. ". . . Who says they mean anything?"

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Dinah blinked back at him. "I thought that's why people usually got them?" Then again, it was Priestly. It could be for any reason.

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"I got 'em 'cause they look cool," Priestly admitted. "And to piss off my mom."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Snickering, Dinah hugged him again. "There are worse reasons." Like tequila and heartbreak, right? "At least you didn't try to get married, then get dumped at the altar?"

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"No. . . ." He was fairly certain that hadn't happened. "I did make out with some random girl with amnesia, though."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Ooooops." Dinah winced. "Sorry? And Tyler had to teach class after doing that this weekend." She poked his shoulder. "So I think he'll get why you weren't in class, if that helps."

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"So the island won't get me expelled. Just make me question my grip on reality. Fun times." Grumpy Priestly is grumpy.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Sucks," Dinah agreed, and hugged him again. "I'm gonna go get you pizza. And some Beaver Buzz drink. And maybe ask around about amnesia girls who kissed you."

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"I don't need buzzing beavers." Priestly peeked out of his blankets and gave Dinah a fairly pathetic look. "Pizza with pineapple and diced tomatoes?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"'Course." Dinah leaned in and kissed him on top of his spiked head, gave him a squeeze and said, "With extra cheese."

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Priestly nodded. "If they have any random weird veggie toppings, get those too." Dean was fairly anti-veggie, so sweet corn or cucumber would totally establish Priestly's individuality.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah saluted him. "Be back with it within thirty, okay? And just keep telling yourself it's over now. It helps. A little bit."

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Priestly nodded and stuffed his head back under the pillow.

He was absolutely determined to hide from the island, today. Assuming it didn't, say, throw elves at him.