BACKDATED: An Aftermath of Ghosts [locked to New Hires, including Kokichi]

[credit_not_blame]

[The morning after three ghosts visit the Rig in the night, Stacia appears on the comms.]

All right, I've had my coffee now. Anyone else have weird dreams last night? Because I sure did. If I appeared in yours and you have questions or concerns, I'd prefer to talk about it in person or otherwise privately. I imagine everyone else would too, given the themes.

Also, sorry about all the blood and/or violence.



((OOC: feel free to have locked threads between non-Stacia characters in this post as well!))

Comments

[hallelujahjunction]

I'd prefer if you not mention it to anyone. Bunny knows, from the last time our memories got all... [Dan makes a gesture with his hands.] I just don't need a lot of people knowing.

[Not because of pity, but because if people know, sometimes they want to talk about it, and there are only a few people he would even care to talk about it with.

But as Sam talks, he realizes Sam knows it the same. Has suffered it the same.

There are questions he could ask. Did you save him? Did he regret it? Did you even get to say goodbye to Dean? How do you live with the grief?]

I'm sorry.

[A moment, and then Dan speaks with more bitterness than Sam has ever heard from him, might not have even thought possible.]

████ing Deals, man. Ours weren't even for a person, it was for our ████ing farm. That shouldn't have been your last Christmas. That shouldn't have been our last Christmas. None of it's fair. My brothers and sisters should have had a chance to grow up, and instead- brothers shouldn't have to die for brothers-

[He takes a breath, returning to that relatively calm demeanor Sam knows from him, but sad.]

I appreciate the solidarity. And I'm so sorry for it.

[Private]

[fromfryingpantofire]

Yeah, it ████ing sucks.

[One day, when they have the actual GOOD alcohol, it'll probably all come pouring out. All the shit that the Winchesters have gone through over the past several years. Hell, their entire lives, maybe.]

[But he is going to have to be VERY drunk to deal with it.]

Just...you know. So you know that you aren't alone.

[hallelujahjunction]

[And one day, if that ever happens around Dan, he'll listen to every word. Commiserate with half of them. Allow the ones Sam doesn't want to elaborate on to go by.]

Yeah. [It's the saddest sentiment in the world, to be comforted by someone else's suffering.] Thank you.