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Event Log: Dreamwalker

Who: Everyone!
What: The Dreamwalker event
Where: In your comfy bed and your sleepy head.
When: May 16th-26th
Warnings: Good dreams, weird dreams, bad dreams, straight-up nightmares. Please remember to tag for warnings in the header if things are going to be bad!

Have you been having trouble getting a good night's sleep? Tossing and turning, unable to rest those tired eyes? Or maybe you don't sleep at all, and never have. Not to worry! For a little while, you'll have no trouble at all falling asleep - in fact, as night falls, you'll find yourself overwhelmed with exhaustion whether you want to sleep or not. Lay down and rest your weary head, friends. Everyone could use a little extra sleep.

But what will your dreams bring? Something happy, images of a perfect day? Something hopeful, something you've wanted for a long time? Maybe you'll dream of anger, of the face of your worst enemy. Or maybe - just maybe - you'll have a horrific nightmare, and wake screaming, covered in cold sweat.

Not before others have time to see it, though. As you sleep, as you dream, the other residents of Hadriel, friends and enemies and people you've only met once, might find their way into your dreams. Or you might find your way into theirs - and then have to deal with someone's else's nightmares, or hopes, or anger. For the next ten nights, you'll find yourself either a host or a visitor, and no matter how you try you won't be able to stay awake once night falls.

Sweet dreams, Hadriel. Don't let the asshole fear gods bite.

► This log covers May 16th-26th.
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Can your feet reach the pedals yet?

[Noah talked to Sam once before in Hadriel, with the name to place to it he can see that's who this kid is - the similarities between tiny child version and adult moose of a guy version. Under his breath, he adds-]

Safer in the back seat with a driver that's still learning, anyway.

[Noah also remembers cars. It feels good to be in one again, even if it's just a dream and he's still not driving. His own was a mustang, bright red and brand new but a stick shift as well. He leans forward in the back seat, hands bracing against the seat in front of him, speaking to Dean as he does.]

You gotta feel the shift, let the car tell you what it needs.

[ At this point, Dean is willing to take suggestions from just about anyone, and even if he doesn't know the guy it somehow feels like he does. Doesn't really matter though, does it? As long as he's right about it because John's attempts to help are starting to go in one ear and out the other. Only so many times a Dad can tell you to do something before you stop paying attention to it.

And no, Sammy's feet cannot reach the pedals yet. So neener neener little dude, but their company is right. Besides, it's his turn right now and Dean tips his head slightly back so he can listen to the advice before nearly groaning with frustration, rubbing at the bridge of his nose and once more starting up the car (foot stomped into the clutch), his own attitude starting to tinge with frustration. ]

I think it's starting to tell me it needs a foot up its ass. [ 'Dean.' John's tone drops a little harshly and Dean hardly even mutters an apology for his foul mouth. ]

You mean, what- that second where it starts to pull for more? Just can't seem to catch it in time, I don't know what i'm doing wrong.

[Noah doesn't help matters any, not really. Dean's foul mouth gets the gasp of a laugh from him. He finds profanity to be hilarious.]

Figure it like street racing then. [Well. Dean is still pretty short, he probably hasn't been in many races, if any.] Or like. I don't know, video games. If you keep coming up too slow, get jumpy with it and try to do it earlier than you think it needs. Maybe you can even it out then.

[Failing that, Noah can always try to climb over the seat into the front to see if he can help better up close, but he's not sure if that'll be too much of an interruption and wake Dean up. So instead he unbuckles his seatbelt and scoots up closer to he can reach over the seat and put his hand on Dean's shoulder.

Noah's done street racing, in another life. He knows cars.]

Try it again.

[He'll press down on Dean's shoulder when it's time for the shift.]

[ Yeah, okay- he'll take the help right now just about any way he can get it. Even if he's never street raced before, doesn't really know how to take that idea into account when he's got no real clue what it means. But video games are a sure thing, except those aren't really feeling it out either. It's buttons and this is feet and the car keeps wanting to lurch forward in a way he doesn't seem to expect yet. It's like it wants to jerk itself out of his grasp and it's frustrating, and the more annoyed he gets... the worse the whole thing seems to become. ]

Getting into first gear never seemed that damn hard with a controller.

[ Potty mouth.

But okay, Dean glances over once more, at the hand on his shoulder and offers up a solemn nod of sorts. He's willing to try as long as it takes, at least, grounded in his furious need to get it right. Once more he slowly begins pulling his foot off the clutch, waiting for the exact moment to start grinding down on the accelerator, trying to see if (once again) he can catch it in time to get the car to actually do more than roll and quiver. ]

Now?

[Noah snickers at the 'damn', even if it isn't quite to the level of profanity he's used to. Well, Dean's all tiny, the bar is lower for curses needed to be entertaining.]

Easy, easy - Now.

[ It's not as if now is the time for 'motherfuckers' considering his father is in the car, all comfy in the passenger seat, waiting for Dean to actually get this down. But thank god for small favors in someone actually willing to help instead of offering overcomplicated assistance.

Chewing hard on his lower lip, Dean is practically ready to jump out of his skin while he waits for the right second, finally jamming the car a little exuberantly into gear as he lets up the clutch, pushes harder on the accelerator, the car only quivering a little before it begins to carry on. ]

That was it right? I got it?

You got it!

[Noah's grin is wide and bright, but still full of the easy confidence that says he never doubted that Dean could do it. Even if he doesn't know Dean and this is his first meeting him, in a dream as a kid. Noah pats his shoulder.]

Remember how it felt when you did it and look for that. Do it enough it'll become second nature.

[ Dean momentarily reaches behind himself for a fist bump or a shoulder bump or some kind of nudge of bro-hood appreciation for the help. Because dudes be dudes.

But he still nearly scoffs, trying not to speed up the car too much before he's willing to handle getting into second gear, which will undoubtedly be soon considering the neighborhood streets. ]

Says the guy who's probably done it a hundred times.

[Dudes be dudes indeed. It's gonna be weird when Noah sees Dean awake and realizes he's not actually all bitty. Right now though he gives a quiet if joyous laugh.]

Well, yeah. My Mustang was gorgeous though. Fire engine red, one of those giant spoilers on the back, rims so shiny you could blind people when the sun hit them just right.

[Noah loved that car, like he loved little else. He glances at Dad in the passenger seat, then back to Dean before he leans in with a stage whisper.]

Wanna know how to find people to street race? For when you get bigger.

[ Not so bitty, no. But that's okay- he hasn't changed too terribly much from this crass asshole of a teenager. He's just taller. And a little more downtrodden.

But hey, he can handle car talk if nothing else, grinning up a storm at the mention of a gorgeous mustang- the Impala's always been the real Baby of the family though, and Dean's all too into the black gorgeous beast of a thing. If only because it's his Dad's, but because one day it'll be his too.

Chugging the car along, Dean scrunches his nose as he slows downnn- speeds up, fusses the car into the next gear and just barely makes it out alive with his feet cooperating the whole way along, before he tips his head back to listen, aware that Sammy's probably craning his ears to listen. ]

How, you guys got a bat signal?

Kinda. All that shit I mentioned about my Mustang? Assholes who drive cars like that always go for it.

[He was an asshole, back then. In that life.

He'd still go for another street race if he had a car to do it with here. Blast the music and do donuts in a parking lot. Nothing matches the feeling of being behind a wheel.]

The flashier the better.

[ John's going to do terrible things to you, Noah- he might be scowling just a little bit, though Dean's grinning something fierce, flashing a look to his Dad with something of an 'aw, c'mon' look behind it.

Taking the Impala out for a street race? Would get him murdered, but just the thought alone. Kindaaaa compelling. ]

How many mod's you gotta make for something like that or d'you just--

[ 'Dean.' ]

-- Hey, it's just a question!

[Noah grins a bit and ducks his head in a sort of apologetic manner. Sort of, because it's less apologetic for the action and more for the being caught doing it. He whispers the next part to Dean, again, not terribly quiet.]

Tell you later, okay? You just worry about getting the shifting between gears down.

[ Don't even be apologetic bro, Dean can really only care so much about what his daddy thinks. Because even though he's a good little soldier, he still chooses to rebel in his own quiet ways. Which is why he's grinning way too much to himself. ]

Yeah, you got it-

[ Vroom vroom. Watch him speed up a little and then cram it into the next gear, lacking any kind of finesse. ]

[Noah laughs his peculiar breathless laugh again at Dean’s response. This is a nice dream, and he’ll be content to give Dean pointers for driving the stick shift for the rest of the night.

It’s weird, because he recognizes Sam, so he knows Dean has to be older than this, but having ‘met’ Dean this way it’s going to be really difficult for him to wrap his head around ‘this guy is way taller and older than me’.

That’s a problem he can deal with when he wakes up, though.]

[ It's one of the few dreams he has about a life that does not exist. One where he goes back home to a mother and a little brother he doesn't have to teach how to handle a .45 just because the boogie man might be hiding in his closet. But that's nothing Dean is thinking about right now because as long as he's got his father's ride, everything is gonna be fine. ]

You're riding shotgun next.

[ Because as much as he loves his Dad, Dean is not the best at making friends in any goddamn universe and any opportunity he can get to bond is one he's snagging. Even though Sammy can already be heard bitching at the prospect while his father looks anything but alright with this turn of events.... ]

[Noah can understand that, being the shy and easy target for bullying type. It's rare he finds someone he's comfortable with right away. So he leans forward again, and in an effort to appease the Dad,]

If it's any consolation, I got great grades. My school kicked out anyone who dropped below a B. Very competitive.

[Noah technically didn't graduate, sure, but that was out of his control. His grades were great before he got his face bashed in with a skateboard and listed as a missing person while his corpse decayed in the forest.]

[ Dean is generally in the same predicament - too good at wooing people he doesn't particularly care about and sitting on the outskirts, even in this version of his normal life. So to make a bud lickity split is something of a miracle. Though, John leans across and elbows Dean in the ribs: 'At least someone around here gets good grades. Sounds like he might be a good influence--' ]

Oh c'mon, we all know half the crap they teach is bullshit anyway.

[ Oops, grinding gears, give him a second, one more... okay, we're in the clear. ]

Vitam regit fortuna, non sapientia.

[The Latin is easy to recite - because said competitive school was fancy rich boy school and taught things like Latin and French.]

I also helped another friend of mine learn stick shift recently, she did very well on her driver's test.

[That's possibly an exaggeration. Noah can't actually remember if she's taken it yet or not and how she did. Probably passed. Gansey also helped her.]

[ Fancy rich boy school is fancy but Dean cocks his head back towards Noah- ] What he said.

[ And no, he has no fucking clue what he just said, but that's hardly the point. The kid's on his side, no matter which way he looks at it, Dean's sure of it. And that's the only thing that matters. ]

Yeah, look- I could just let you out here, Dad. Take Sammy with you, we'd be back in no time.

[ Insert award winning Dean Winchester grin here, Sam whining prolifically and his father looking... moderately like he might be willing to give in. ] C'mon, i'll make you proud.

[Noah feels a little bad for Sam, here, but not bad enough to stop.]

Just around the block and back, promise. The practice will be good for him.

[And then, a whisper aside which he hopes Dean won't contradict,] I think you being here might be making him a little nervous, since he clearly wants to impress you so much. Give him a chance, yeah? I'll be right here. My driving record is also totally clean.

[Because he was best friends with the asshole who bribed every cop in town.]

[ Sometimes Dean feels kind of bad for Sammy being left out, but this time not so much - he'll get his turn when he's bigger. 'Sides, it's not like he doesn't take care of him the rest of the time.

But no okay, he doesn't contradict it. Even if he does roll his eyes a little bit, not wanting to admit that his Dad being around is a nerve wracking thing if only because this car? Is the third baby of the family and while Dean's sure he's not gonna ruin it, it's by far harder to concentrate when he's being watched by particularly intent hawk.

Which is why Dean heaves an eager breath when John finally lifts his hands and surrenders, tells Dean to pull off to the side so they can get out, which Dean does as the car stutters to a stop all over again. Hey, he's trying. ]

Don't worry so much, Dad- we got it.

Totally got it, no problems at all, I’ll be right here with him.

[Noah’s all ‘you can trust me, authority figure!’ smile, which he learned from Gansey. He climbs out of the back and quickly takes up the shotgun seat, buckling his seatbelt and everything.]

How old’s this car anyway? It’s hella classic.

[ Who knows if John actually trusts the kid, that's a question to be asked for another day, but Dean's all grins by the time Noah makes it up to the front seat, preparing himself for the first gear process all over again. ]

It's a '67. Dad's first car, but you'd think it was actually his firstborn.

First car, firstborn, same difference right? Totally older than I am, anyway.

[Okay maybe that's not something you say to the actual firstborn, but whatever. He attentively waits for Dean to start working with the gears again. Look, yes he is totally here to shoot the shit and all that but he is also intending to make good on the promise to help with it.]

Event Log: Dreamwalker

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can i just. THEY'RE THE GD CUTEST.

I KNOW I'VE BEEN SQUEEING SO MUCH

UGH YES ME TOO just smashes them together

BESTIES FOREVER ALREADY

P MUCH COMPLETELY they have to hang out after thiiiss

oh my gosh yes

YES GOOD

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