(Eddie hasn't spoken to anyone about what's happened except for the guy who helped him out. He's been too drained, too dead inside, yada yada - your typical post-possession stuff. He doesn't really want to talk to anyone is the thing. Except Dean's name winds up being one of the easiest names to come up with when the loneliness gets too much and when he realizes he needed a little bit of help.
Eddie doesn't even know the last time he actually bothered to reach out to an adult before like this. Had he ever? Without being anxious the whole time? Without feeling like he was going to be in massive trouble?
Okay, so Eddie actually does have to work up to it. Trauma was trauma and the idea of going to an adult about a problem still terrified him. Especially this problem. Part of him wondered if Dean would throw him in the loony bin like his momma would have. He has to fight with himself for an hour or two before he actually gets over himself. Dean's not your mother, dipshit.
So stop being so afraid.
Besides, it wasn't like Eddie was asking the guy to come to rescue him out of a sewer. Eddie had already been rescued. He just needed...)
hi. you know about weird cosmic shit right
(He's pretty positive given their various conversations and also Cas's entire fucking existence.)
[ It's been a month, and honestly Dean's not sure how he should feel about the fact that he's starting to expect all the bullshit that comes with being here. After the carnage of October, November's been just as hard, but not in the same way.
Hell, hanging out in a fleshy sinkhole has probably been the least emotionally taxing thing he's done all month, and that had been a pukeshow from start to finish.
Hanging out on the back porch of his new, not falling apart house over in Clarke Acres, the Fluid lights up mid-gulp of his beer, drawing his eyes from a blurry beer bottle to somewhere level with his wrist. Beer sloshes back into the bottle as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and for a second he's squinting at the message.
Yeah, he knows about weird cosmic shit. ]
you could say it's in the job description. you're gonna have to be more specific though. weird comes in a lot of different flavors. you ok?
(AKA awful but it was too complicated to get into. Okay, not that complicated, but Eddie was still processing and that was always the hardest part.
It's hard to work up to it. It never helped that in Derry adults were magicked outright by IT to never notice the atrocities of IT. Some part of him is anxious that the same curse might fall over the adults in this situation. But he had to pay attention to what's already happened in Deerington. Dean has seen shit. This had to work.)
bear with me here. let's say there was a car and that it was theoretically possessed by evil but it's a really nice car and has saved your life loads of times and you still want to keep it but keeping it in its natural state is a threat to you and everyone else
[ Oof. He's just going to wince at that description of 'ok'. But he gets it. He's not going to push, not right now. Not when there's clearly something going on. ]
there's always a way
[ It might not always feel like a good way, but it's a way all the same. ]
are we talking a vengeful spirit? a demon? there's a few ways I can think of but I also know a couple people who probably would have more ideas too
can I see this theoretical car in this theoretical situation we're theoretically talking about?
[ He doesn't make it over to Eddie's immediately, but there's barely a couple hours between the kid's last message and Dean out in the front yard of his house. Knocking on the door had been a distracted kind of banging, eyes running a practised scan of his periphery. Feels all the more necessary these days because turns out he's got more than one reason to stay the hell alive.
Weird how things work out sometimes.
He's got a brown leather-wrapped, seen better days journal tucked under one arm, his other hand shoved into the pocket of his jeans because it's cold. Colder than he'd like, if he's honest.
So he's waiting out front for a kid he's hellbent on helping out. It's important, and it means something. ]
(The door opens with a tiny creak. A small face pokes out and yeah, Eddie looks like he had just gone through a month of possession all right. Some weight loss on an already small frame and dark, exhausted eyes. His hair isn't even styled which, honestly, is the biggest giveaway of all.
Plus he has that cagey look on his face like he doesn't entirely trust what's on the other side of the door. But once he sees that it's clearly Dean, he opens the door up the rest of the way.
There's this massive drop of relief in his gut and Eddie distantly realizes that this is the second time in a relatively short amount of time where he's willingly let himself seek out help from an adult.)
Hi. (Don't cry, Eddie, holy shit. His voice does that wobbly little thing and for a second he sounds like he's eleven all over again. God he could feel how badly he missed having an adult to go to - even if the only adult back home was the Worst Person Ever for him. He was, at the end of the day, still just a kid.)
[ Whether he wants it to or not, his voice is softer than it probably should be. It doesn't take an emotional genius to get that Eddie's not feeling all that awesome right now. There's some saying about 'don't ask questions', and honestly Dean's good at it for the most part. At least, he is where most people are concerned. But people he's got a reason to ask? No holds barred.
That quavering note is enough to remind him that he doesn't need to go about this his usual style. Bull in a china shop might work sometimes, but not every time. So he nods, tries not to make it all that obvious that he's trying to work out what kind of shape Eddie's in on the outside too.
He looks skinnier, and it's not like he'd been the biggest kid to start with. He doesn't wait for an invitation, just steps inside past Eddie leaving enough room for the air not to sweep the kid over as he walks past. That's what it looks like, anyway. That one particularly strong gust would knock Eddie on his ass. ]
So I was thinking on the way over. In all our super intellectual high-brow conversations, I don't think I ever asked you how you feel about burgers.
[ It might not be the most subtle opener, but Dean's never been good at the whole subtle thing. Eddie needs feeding decent food and Dean's got a kitchen now to cook in. Besides, one good turn deserves another or some bullshit. Eddie'd had his back when he was living up in Flatwoods Point. ]
(This was precisely why he had called Dean. There was something undeniably dependable about the man as he stepped in with all of the control that Eddie never had in any situation. It just felt good, plain and simple, to have an adult show up, ready to believe him, ready to help him. It's not a luxury he was used to. And Eddie picks up on the soft tone instantly. That was new too.
Eddie doesn't anticipate the invite for burgers. It catches him off guard mostly because adults didn't usually want to just hang out with him. Maybe it was a theoretical question. Eddie's been staring for way too long either way and he shakes himself out of it.)
Oh. Oh- yeah. I love burgers. I practically went vegetarian a few years ago but it's not a strict thing. It's been a while since I've had a good old fashioned beef burger.
(Dean wasn't wrong anyway. Something meaty was probably exactly what he needed. The urge to hug is even more intense, and he bites his lip before caving in. He gives Dean a quick, tight squeeze around his midriff.)
Thanks for coming over. (It's December though. This means the moment he's got Dean in a hug, he's flooded with that intense calm and reassurance Deerington seemed to infuse into every touch lately. It makes him relax almost completely, and he holds on for longer than he had planned to because good lord, how could he not? Hugging was so dope this month.)
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prob at the VERY END of nov like..more like dec1st or something (cw: child abuse/trauma/possession)
Eddie doesn't even know the last time he actually bothered to reach out to an adult before like this. Had he ever? Without being anxious the whole time? Without feeling like he was going to be in massive trouble?
Okay, so Eddie actually does have to work up to it. Trauma was trauma and the idea of going to an adult about a problem still terrified him. Especially this problem. Part of him wondered if Dean would throw him in the loony bin like his momma would have. He has to fight with himself for an hour or two before he actually gets over himself. Dean's not your mother, dipshit.
So stop being so afraid.
Besides, it wasn't like Eddie was asking the guy to come to rescue him out of a sewer. Eddie had already been rescued. He just needed...)
hi. you know about weird cosmic shit right
(He's pretty positive given their various conversations and also Cas's entire fucking existence.)
EDDIE D: D: D:
Hell, hanging out in a fleshy sinkhole has probably been the least emotionally taxing thing he's done all month, and that had been a pukeshow from start to finish.
Hanging out on the back porch of his new, not falling apart house over in Clarke Acres, the Fluid lights up mid-gulp of his beer, drawing his eyes from a blurry beer bottle to somewhere level with his wrist. Beer sloshes back into the bottle as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and for a second he's squinting at the message.
Yeah, he knows about weird cosmic shit. ]
you could say it's in the job description. you're gonna have to be more specific though. weird comes in a lot of different flavors. you ok?
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(AKA awful but it was too complicated to get into. Okay, not that complicated, but Eddie was still processing and that was always the hardest part.
It's hard to work up to it. It never helped that in Derry adults were magicked outright by IT to never notice the atrocities of IT. Some part of him is anxious that the same curse might fall over the adults in this situation. But he had to pay attention to what's already happened in Deerington. Dean has seen shit. This had to work.)
bear with me here. let's say there was a car and that it was theoretically possessed by evil but it's a really nice car and has saved your life loads of times and you still want to keep it but keeping it in its natural state is a threat to you and everyone else
is there like
a way to maybe
contain that evil
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there's always a way
[ It might not always feel like a good way, but it's a way all the same. ]
are we talking a vengeful spirit? a demon? there's a few ways I can think of but I also know a couple people who probably would have more ideas too
can I see this theoretical car in this theoretical situation we're theoretically talking about?
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(That was probably one of the worst jokes he's ever told, but he's tired and trying his best here.)
i'm not so sure if shes vengeful. she's just possessive. of me, specifically. typical lady shit
by see the car do you want a picture or an in person meeting
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so you have some kinda freaky connection with your car. sounds familiar. ok yeah there's always something that can be done
what seal has she got already?
in person. I don't want to see pictures I want to feel metal
now that i kno the full scene here i am lmao
uhhh
binding seal i think??? i didnt exactly ask for the specifics. you can come see her though.
<3 I'm being glacial slow rn anyways I'M SORRY
no apologies
text > action
Weird how things work out sometimes.
He's got a brown leather-wrapped, seen better days journal tucked under one arm, his other hand shoved into the pocket of his jeans because it's cold. Colder than he'd like, if he's honest.
So he's waiting out front for a kid he's hellbent on helping out. It's important, and it means something. ]
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Plus he has that cagey look on his face like he doesn't entirely trust what's on the other side of the door. But once he sees that it's clearly Dean, he opens the door up the rest of the way.
There's this massive drop of relief in his gut and Eddie distantly realizes that this is the second time in a relatively short amount of time where he's willingly let himself seek out help from an adult.)
Hi. (Don't cry, Eddie, holy shit. His voice does that wobbly little thing and for a second he sounds like he's eleven all over again. God he could feel how badly he missed having an adult to go to - even if the only adult back home was the Worst Person Ever for him. He was, at the end of the day, still just a kid.)
Thanks for coming. She's in the uh- backyard.
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[ Whether he wants it to or not, his voice is softer than it probably should be. It doesn't take an emotional genius to get that Eddie's not feeling all that awesome right now. There's some saying about 'don't ask questions', and honestly Dean's good at it for the most part. At least, he is where most people are concerned. But people he's got a reason to ask? No holds barred.
That quavering note is enough to remind him that he doesn't need to go about this his usual style. Bull in a china shop might work sometimes, but not every time. So he nods, tries not to make it all that obvious that he's trying to work out what kind of shape Eddie's in on the outside too.
He looks skinnier, and it's not like he'd been the biggest kid to start with. He doesn't wait for an invitation, just steps inside past Eddie leaving enough room for the air not to sweep the kid over as he walks past. That's what it looks like, anyway. That one particularly strong gust would knock Eddie on his ass. ]
So I was thinking on the way over. In all our super intellectual high-brow conversations, I don't think I ever asked you how you feel about burgers.
[ It might not be the most subtle opener, but Dean's never been good at the whole subtle thing. Eddie needs feeding decent food and Dean's got a kitchen now to cook in. Besides, one good turn deserves another or some bullshit. Eddie'd had his back when he was living up in Flatwoods Point. ]
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Eddie doesn't anticipate the invite for burgers. It catches him off guard mostly because adults didn't usually want to just hang out with him. Maybe it was a theoretical question. Eddie's been staring for way too long either way and he shakes himself out of it.)
Oh. Oh- yeah. I love burgers. I practically went vegetarian a few years ago but it's not a strict thing. It's been a while since I've had a good old fashioned beef burger.
(Dean wasn't wrong anyway. Something meaty was probably exactly what he needed. The urge to hug is even more intense, and he bites his lip before caving in. He gives Dean a quick, tight squeeze around his midriff.)
Thanks for coming over. (It's December though. This means the moment he's got Dean in a hug, he's flooded with that intense calm and reassurance Deerington seemed to infuse into every touch lately. It makes him relax almost completely, and he holds on for longer than he had planned to because good lord, how could he not? Hugging was so dope this month.)