chosenfreedom: (who in the what?)
[personal profile] chosenfreedom
It seemed like it should be straight out of Dr. Sexy or some other medical drama (preferably with hot residents and interns). Or the man would think if so if he remembered it better. Right now he couldn't really remember much of anything. His head felt sore, and there was a telltale lump on the back of his skull suggesting a likely concussion. Still he wished he knew what might have caused it. But currently he had important matters to find out about. Like where was he go. Why he was dressed in a button down dark blue shirt and jeans with a canvas jacket over top. Why his wallet had credit cards with multiple names on them.



And oh right, which of the names if any, was his. See he was having a little trouble remembering who he was at the moment. Along with just about everything else. Maybe he'll get some answers if he keeps walking down the street and look for clues.

Date: 2011-08-27 12:29 am (UTC)
emptynight: (smirking still)
From: [personal profile] emptynight
While Harry insisted on making runs up to Canada for his stashes of drugs and more hardcore medical supplies than Chicago could provide, Thomas preferred doing things the easier way. Namely, flirt with a doctor/resident/pharmacist to get what he needed.

Which was exactly what he'd been doing when a familiar figure got brought in with a concussion. After he'd promised the resident dinner and in return gotten the pharmaceutical equivalent of a blank check, Thomas followed the trail that Dean had taken until he found the room, and leaned lazily against the open doorway.

"So what'd you do to yourself this time, sweetheart?" he drawled.

Date: 2011-08-27 12:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chosenfreedom.livejournal.com
He glanced up quizzically at him. Well he wasn't dressed as a doctor so probably wasn't one. Maybe he was lost and had the wrong room?

"Uh sorry pal. Think you got the wrong room." He studied him a little.

"Have we met?"

Date: 2011-08-27 01:43 am (UTC)
emptynight: (mischief)
From: [personal profile] emptynight
Surprise showed on Thomas's face for a moment and slowly gave way to a grin that normally made women's panties spontaneously evaporate. As it was, there was a touch of something far more dangerous than White Court allure in his smile: mischief.

Thomas raised an eyebrow and stepped into the room. "Have we met?" he echoed, grey eyes sweeping over Dean from head to toe. "I'd certainly say so, darling."

Date: 2011-08-27 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chosenfreedom.livejournal.com
His eyebrows went up, and he shifted on the bed. Something about the guy and the way he was essentially stripping him naked with his look. He blushed and felt defensive all of the sudden.

"Wait, wait, you mean me? And you?" He gestured between them. Did he go for guys or girls? Granted the other guy was good looking, but he could have sworn interest in the female doctor who checked him over before.

Date: 2011-08-27 04:28 am (UTC)
emptynight: (who me?)
From: [personal profile] emptynight
Thomas wasn't under any illusion that this was a lie he could keep up for long. For one thing, once Sam figured out where Dean was the game would be up. But until that inevitability hit, there was still seeing just how much he could make Dean believe.

"What do you think?" he drawled, the Hunger's subtle influence twining into every syllable, rounding his words and beckoning. "Or should my feelings be hurt that you don't remember me, Dean?"

Date: 2011-08-27 06:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chosenfreedom.livejournal.com
His cheeks remained colored and he shifted more. Awfully warm around here, maybe he had a fever. Still, he paid attention more at the name. Dean, yes, that sounded familiar. A look of relief crossed his face as at least one puzzle piece snapped into place. Maybe this guy really did know him.

"I'm really sorry, man. I didn't even know my name till you said it."

Date: 2011-08-28 03:05 am (UTC)
emptynight: (mischief)
From: [personal profile] emptynight
Amnesia was definitely making Dean more polite. For one thing, the other man hadn't told Thomas to go fuck himself yet, and it had been a full minute and counting since he'd walked into the room. Thomas crossed his arms and leaned against the bed.

"Doesn't explain how you ended up here all alone. Did you break up with Sam again?"

Date: 2011-08-28 08:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chosenfreedom.livejournal.com
Dean was more confused than anything. Still the name 'Sam,' registered somewhere inside. The name, it was important somehow, but he didn't understand why.

"Broke up? And I don't know what happened. Woke up here."

Date: 2011-08-29 02:17 am (UTC)
emptynight: (highly skeptical)
From: [personal profile] emptynight
Dean's answer earned him another skeptical look and Thomas raised his hand a few inches above his head. "About this tall, Sasquatch with puppy eyes. Attached to you at the hip? Not jogging any memories at all?"

Date: 2011-08-29 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chosenfreedom.livejournal.com
Dean shook his head at that, trying to rack his brain for something.

"No, there's nothing..." He then grew quiet as a few flickers surfaced. Flickers of flame, a warm weight in his arms.

"Take Sam outside and don't look back."

"There was a fire. Had to keep safe."

Date: 2011-08-30 03:20 am (UTC)
emptynight: (who me?)
From: [personal profile] emptynight
Thomas barely managed to keep from rolling his eyes. That would probably have given the game away. "Pretty sure it wasn't a fire that turned your brains into ready and willing, sweetheart." He checked over his shoulder anyway. "You going to wait for the jealous on-again-off-again boyfriend to get here or are you heading out to take more heads?"

Date: 2011-09-01 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chosenfreedom.livejournal.com
Dean considered that about staying in the room. A lot of what the guy was saying didn't make a lot of sense.

"I feel ok, no reason to stick around here."
Edited Date: 2011-09-02 01:59 am (UTC)

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