Aftermath

Who: Dean and Caleb, then open to all for after-fight scene-bits!
Where: The Chapel
When: Aternoon

Caleb had headed to the chapel and when he got there, other than baking-demon smell clinging to seemingly everything, things looked like everyone'd survived. He checked quickly with Porter, Tad and Thom, to be sure they were alright and he passed on that porter and the girls were. Then he saw Dean over on the other side of the room. He spotted Nic talking a little to Thia, so he was just going to take that opportunity to talk to his friend. He made his way up to him, knowing he probably looked like a zombie extra from a horror flick with as much blood as he had going on. And he was still actively bleeding. "Hey." he greeted when he got to him. "...I see you guys are okay." he noted.

Dean caught sight of Caleb - who looked as bad as he probably did, he supposed. Caleb was covered in blood, Dean was covered in blood and pieces of demon brain. Not a good look for either of them, really. "Hey - was just coming looking for you," he said. "Yeah, we're okay - I think," he added, glancing over at the guy sitting near Tad who looked pretty damn pale, all things considered. "You?" he asked. Knowing his friend used blood magic as his primary weapon meant that seeing him covered in blood wasn't an immediate cause for grave concern.

"Turns out being thrown through a door sucks." Caleb said. He also leaned out a little and rested his non-hurt shoulder against the wall. "Any of that yours?" he asked, nodding towards the ick covering his friend. He also knew brains when he saw them, which was just mental imagery he didn't need to add to the horrors in his head, but after glancing over and seeing the demon with a serious case of partial decapitation, he could understand why there would be gray matter spattering the place.

Dean shook his head. "No - just kinda... Your girlfriend took the thing down, and I made sure it stayed down. She was pretty impressive, you know..." he offered, quirking a hint of a smile. "That was before reality hit though - I left Thia talking to her. Thi's good at that kind of thing," he explained.

Caleb was thinking Thia'd probably be better at it, yes. "She took it down? Seriously? I...can't tell if I want to be proud, or chain her to a wall so she doesn't do it again." he said, leaning his head against the wall too as he was a little dizzy for a second.

Dean eyed his friend, concerned at the move. "You... wanna sit down for a minute?" he suggested, then something else occurred to him. "Or did you need to get out of here again?" he asked, figuring that it could be either of those, really. Injury or holy ground.

"...could stand to borrow your first aid kit." Caleb said. "It's not the place. That won't kick in for a little while, I'm just...y'know. Bleeding. Got tagged by the claws, too." he said, pulling his arm away from where he'd been keeping it in against his ribs, to show Dean the tears in his shirt. Really, seeing the torn flesh beneath was a little hard to do with the blood everywhere. He paused and flicked his fingers at the floor, spattering drops of fresh blood from the wound on his wrist.

"Okay - then sit down, I'll be right back," Dean said, giving the guy a gentle push towards the nearest pew as he went for the bag Thia had brought with her. He'd already had a first aid kit - Sophie had made him pack one - but that was back in the dorm with everything else, including his clothes. With the move here, Dean, and many other people, hadn't even stopped to get dressed, though he wished he had. With two windows broken, it was cold in the chapel, even with a demon corpse blazing merrily. And my, wasn't that an image he needed to really be able to forget. Grabbing the first aid kit from the bag, he headed back over to Caleb.

Caleb did sit down for a moment, leaning forward and hanging his head a second to try and clear it. When Dean was back he reached out to take it. "Thanks. I...think I'll have Nic do it. I need to talk to her anyways, see if she's okay, I...need to see her." He was a little too fucked up and exhausted to go dressing that up in something that sounded less pathetic.

Dean handed the bag over. "Your choice, mate," he said, knowing an excuse when he heard one. But if Caleb said he didn't need patching up straight away, then he didn't need patching up straight away. "You get attacked as well, I take it?"

Caleb nodded. "Yes. I got into a fight with one in the hall. It was going for the kitchen, got off a few spells and everything but then it got to me. Slashed me, threw me through the kitchen door. Then that Porter kid helped. I think the door's fucked there now. This one doesn't look any healthier." he noted. Then paused. "...is it really necessary to have a demon barbeque?" he asked rhetorically, then he looked back to his friend.

"Not my barbeque," Dean shrugged. "Didn't know they burned so well," he added, wondering at himself. He was still waiting for the panic to hit. Normally he didn't deal so well with things like this. He could hold it together for as long as he needed to, and then he collapsed, much like Nic had done. Except... Today, so far, he hadn't. He could view what was going on almost objectively, as though he was removed from the situation. It was strange, almost unsettling. "Porter and those girls okay?" he asked, knowing some people had left earlier on.

"Relatively." Caleb said. "No one's hurt." Caleb had been the only one who'd actually taken damage. "I think they're going to need help though. Maybe move again." Snow was blowing in the windows, Caleb noted. "...what do you say about moving from here? Since apparently these assholes didn't actually give a shit that they're on holy ground?" he asked.

Dean considered this. "The actual moving would be the dangerous part," he said, after a moment or two. "Once we got where we were going... That would be simpler." He glanced at the demon he'd killed, then back at Caleb. "If we could find somewhere with one, maybe two ways in, well... We've killed three of them now, so we know they die. If needs be, I can stand guard - blowing its head off seemed to work."

"...yeah, cutting it down in half was effective too." Not that Porter hadn't done his part. "We could go look. Or I can, something tells me your girl isn't going to be happy with you just wandering the halls, even if you can drop these things fast. But I agree we should find someplace more defensable. Just...let's get our shit together, I need to not be bleeding anymore, then we can talk better logistics."

Dean shrugged. "She'd want to come too," he said, knowing that was the truth. And anyway, going looking would mean taking defence away from the rest of the group. And even though, clearly, they'd managed on their own, there were at least a couple of people cowering in the corners right now. "Go, get yourself patched up, then maybe we can move people somewhere else."

Caleb nodded. "Right." he said. Then he stood, and looked at Dean for a moment. "Thanks for watching out for her." he said, before turning to head off. It wasn't like he was overly given to being sentimental or anything, but he did need to thank the guy. He hadn't been here, and well. Dean had stepped up.