and the house gets trashed again

who: oz, sophie, dean and lullaby
where: their house
when: around 2am

The basement, while still smelling kind of strongly of laundry detergent and fabric softener, was occupied by the living for the night. Being the ghost hadn't gone away, the decision had been made to spend the night in the basement to attempt to figure out either how to redirect the spirit, contact it with success, or at the very least clean up the damages before they got too bad. No one had pinpointed a time per se that things occurred yet, and so people were attempting to sleep before the annoyances began.

Oz was probably the only one who wasn't even really pretending to lie down and sleep. He was sitting on the basement steps, generally agitated. After dealing with Maddie for so long, he didn't so much mind the idea of ghosts being around the house. What he took exception to was the whole trashing of said house. That was just rude. Plus, according to the kids, the ghost hadn't responded to anything they'd tried, unless one counted mild redirection to other vaguely irritating activities. He was just waiting, listening to the others breathing.

When the spirit showed, it was pretty obvious. The lights, which had previously been off, started to flicker wildly, and when there'd been no one else in the room before, there certainly was now. A loud crash of the cage door being slammed shut made him wince, and he waited for the others to hop up from that definite wake up call.

Sophie had been catnapping across the room, under the small basement window. Of all of them, she'd had the best success with that, since she spent time every month sleeping in the basement with her husband prowling around, though normally that wasn't in human form. Still, she'd been able to relax, feeling confident and safe with him there and she'd slept - until the bang of the cage which woke her, and also her cousin who was curled up with his girlfriend on the couch.

Thia came awake partially due to the fact that she heard something, though mostly it was because Dean moved. She hadn't thought she'd drop off at all, and hadn't been fully asleep, not one who dealt with tension so well, and the idea that she was going to be getting right back up anyhow. But Dean tended to make her more relaxed in general, and the couch wasn't uncomfortable even with the both of them on it. It was a benefit of being a tiny sort of person. Propping herself up, she looked immediately towards the sound of another crash, which was just the cage door again. Rubbing her eye, she tried to focus on the spirit, wondering if it was even the same one as the other night or what.

Dean's attention was more on the flickering lights, as he squinted slightly against them and, once again, stepped on the gut reaction to just blow the bulb and be done with it. He knew that that was just a stupid, petty reaction to something that he couldn't control, and all it would do would be to plunge them into darkness and possibly backlash on him. It was unnecessary and unhelpful, just because he didn't like the flickering light.

"Well, I guess this is our visitor then," Sophie said, getting up and heading over to be with Oz, keeping her eye on the ghost as she gave it a wide berth. She'd talked to Maddie about things earlier on in the day - about what could cause a sudden haunting, but there'd been no real answers to that.

Oz reached out to take Sophie's hand when she got closer and he drew her in to sit her down on the step in front of him, his arms automatically going around her shoulders as he kept his eyes on the spirit. Even though in about three seconds here the flickering of the lights and all the electric buzzing he could hear from electrics going haywire was going to drive him nuts in short order. That just wasn't fun. Another crash wasn't fun either. "....you two said that stopping the slamming--" he paused as another one happened. "Just made the guy go do other things?"

The overhead light stopped flickering for a moment and started getting steadily brighter as Dean grabbed a cushion from the sofa and headed across the room, timing the slams of the cage door for a moment or two before jamming the cushion into the gap, turning the clangs into softer thuds instead. Better - at least he could hear himself think now. "Yeah," Dean said, reaching out to grab and stop the door, showing Oz how it worked, though for a moment or two the ghost carried on trying to continue with that, fighting against the teen's hold on the door.

Getting up to follow Dean across the basement floor, Lullaby stood on the other side of the spirit, watching to see what he'd do this time. Maybe it was the same one. "If we just let him slam the door with the pillow in the way, he keeps it up but...there he goes." she said, as the spirit stopped trying to fight Dean for the door, then wandered off. It completely ignored Dean--in fact it walked partially through him on the way to the bathroom, where it walked through the door and disappeared for a moment, even if the lights didn't stop their flickering. Since she'd touched him the other night she knew that was a massively uncomfortable thing and she closed the distance, automatically reaching out to brush her fingertips against his skin, just checking. If it wasn't a bleeding sort of injury, she could still take it, right? That was her theory. "...I don't know how good an idea it is for him to be in--" she started, when there was the sound of gushing water. She winced. Shit.

"Shit," Sophie swore, echoing Thia's thought as she hurried into the small bathroom, ignoring the look on Dean's face as the ghost had walked straight through him, causing a flash of cold that was very definitely painful and shocked him to the core. Her mind was much more on the fact that she really didn't want a flood down here - which was what was starting as the ghost walked out of the bathroom as she entered. Sophie was so busy turning everything off again in there that she didn't see the spirit heading over to start pulling pipes out of the back of the washing machine, sending water flooding out over the main floor of the basement.

Oz was rushing over to try and take care of that, thinking that faulty electrics and floods inside at the same time were not a good combination, and he got a taste of the whole it's-bad-to-touch-ghosts thing as well. He hissed a little and hopped back, frowning. "You did say he eventually got distracted by the door again, right?" he asked, leaning over to try and turn the water off to the appliances while basically getting himself soaked. This whole being haunted thing was really a lot less fun than it looked like in the movies...

Dean took a breath, pulling himself out of the 'so that's what it feels like to have your internal organs freeze' moment and started across the basement to help Oz with the water, starting to answer him when there was a bang from upstairs, a sound he was familiar with, electrical explosion. Something had just gone up there, though he couldn't tell exactly what.

Lullaby missed the sound from upstairs, and she had started to cross the room to help with whatever she could, but the ghost was changing focus again. The lights started to go even more haywire, and as she watched, the ghost started to slash at the walls, leaving furrows in the paint and drywall. This was far more destructive than just dumping soap all over the floor. One of the bulbs closest to the spirit exploded then in a shower of sparks and Thia let out a little yelp of surprise. "This is all way more destructive than the other night..."

"Way more," Dean agreed as he helped Oz out, aware that the water had now covered the floor and was starting to rise. There just didn't seem an easy way of stopping it. He heard Sophie cross the room, telling them she was going to call Maddie and Billy before she disappeared upstairs. There was another bang from elsewhere in the house and the fizzing of overloading electrical circuits.

Oz gave a final twist to the water fixture behind the washer, and stilled, looking up at the flickering lights. "Okay I want everyone out of the basement right now." he decided, because if shit was going to be exploding, and everything was soaked and there was standing water on the floor...he was not dealing with anyone getting themselves electrocuted. He looked over at Thia, who hadn't been looking at him when he spoke, and gave a sharp whistle to get her attention, this as he started to usher Dean towards the steps as well. "Upstairs!" he said louder, and that time she started moving.

Dean grabbed Thia's hand and started to near enough pull her toward the stairs, but then the door out of the basement slammed shut with a bang as they headed for the stairs, and the sound of water coming from the bathroom started up once more. He stopped, realising that this was getting scary and dangerous now and what had seemed an over-reaction and unnecessary not half an hour ago was suddenly seeming like a better plan as he concentrated and suddenly everything went black. Everything. He so very rarely used his abilities for anything large scale these days, but he'd seen the effect that ghost could have - how it could turn things on as well as off and so he went for overkill, fracturing and breaking everything electrical in the house, pushing himself to the very limits of what he could do.

Being pulled along by Dean, she felt it, and saw it, at least for a split second. It was one of the strangest things she'd seen, usually when Dean did anything it was small. A little streak of negative energy and wherever it hit something broke down. What she saw there in the flickers of momentary light before everything went dark was like a spiked explosion of negative energy that's center was Dean. She even thought she felt it, a draw on her own energy, since they were in physical contact. A heartbeat before the lights went out she was bracing herself for whatever backlash might hit him, and then it hit and hit hard. He'd been pulling her towards the stairs, and then he was falling. She immediately tried to catch him but there was the flipside to being a small person. It worked out well for snuggling on the couch, it didn't work out so well for trying to catch your boyfriend who was a whole lot bigger than you when they dropped unconscious mid-step.

She tried, however, letting out a little involuntary cry, and then she was hitting her knees hard with a splash, Dean down with her. It didn't help that in the confusion she lost where they even were in the basement, and now there was no light, and a sudden, dead silence around her. Dean had shorted out her hearing aids. Still, she was trying to check him, and she could feel he'd really managed to damage himself. Sometimes he got nosebleeds, sometimes he got migraines, and he'd landed himself with both. Though, thankfully he was unconscious for the migraine part. "Oz---" she started, louder than usual because she couldn't gauge her own volume and didn't know how loud everything else was.

Oz was already there though, dropping down to put a hand on her shoulder. He smelled blood--that was more than enough to get him there in about .2 seconds. "Shit--Dean?" he asked.

Thia was already shaking her head, glad for the hand on her shoulder and she reached up to clasp Oz's hand a moment. "I--my hearing aids are dead. I'm not going to be able to hear anything, I'm really sorry. But Dean's out, he's--we need to get him upstairs..." she said, hugging Dean's shoulder against her middle, trying to prop him up better so they could actually do that. Why could she not have useful abilities?! Seriously.

Then she wondered if she just took all of it, or tried to, if that would mean she'd be out, and he'd be up and fine. She didn't know. And she couldn't risk the blood thing in the dark. So she tried to shift him around, and Oz was doing so as well, when the door at the top of the steps opened up. This as louder banging was going on in the dark around them, and splashing from something unidentified.

Sophie had been upstairs, half way through dialing Billy's number when everything had gone dark and the phoneline had gone dead in the same instant - something she put down to the ghost in the first instance. She wasn't, though, a person who was apt to panic, and she knew exactly where everything was, so finding the candles and matches she'd stored in every room wasn't hard. She knew what her cousin could do, so she'd prepared especially with him in mind. Lighting a couple of candles, she set them on the kitchen table, then took up another and went for the basement, opening the door and starting down the stairs. "Everyone okay?" she called down, ahead of her.

"Dean's out, Sunshine...come help us carry him upstairs." Oz called up, standing and shouldering most of Dean's weight, and Thia was trying to help but she wasn't exactly a strong girl. Unfortunately, Oz wasn't exactly a big guy either. So, it'd just be faster if they all lent a hand. He growled a little when there were more splashes and thuds coming from nearby in the dark, and he was not in any way looking forward to assessing the damage. But right now, he just wanted to get Dean upstairs. Then...he had no idea. He'd figure it out then.

Sophie swore and set the candle on the shelf just inside the door, giving some light at least down the stairs - though not much, admittedly. She hurried down, hearing water still running in the darkness. Stopping on the bottom step, she called out. "I'm on the stairs, where are you?"

"Here." Oz said, already starting to haul Dean closer to the stairs. He had pretty good senses of location, even if he was already getting a headache from all the conflicting sensory overload. Dean and Thia hadn't been that far from the stairs though before Dean cut the power so there wasn't that much farther to go. He got to the bottom step and stepped up on it with Sophie. "Here...and heads up, but Thia's deaf right now." he informed Sophie so she didn't try asking the girl to do anything specific.

"Right, okay - let's get him upstairs," Sophie said, taking onboard what Oz had said about the girl and basically ignoring her for now as she felt for Dean and took hold of his shoulders. "if you get his legs, reckon we can carry him up the stairs?" she asked.

"Actually you and I can each get a shoulder, Thia can get his legs." Oz said, knowing Thia was there to help, even if she couldn't hear the conversation being had. Either way he hauled Dean up another step, slightly closer to the meager light that was up at the top of the steps. "I think we should head to Billy's. Come back in the morning." he added. No power, he actually had no idea if the heat was affected by that at all, or if it had any electrical systems in the first place...was the heat regulation run on electricity? Fucked if he knew. But he didn't want to find out when it was sub zero inside and hypothermia was going to set in.

Thia for her part was feeling lost. She was in the dark, helping carry Dean but just a part of him, and she couldn't hear anything. They'd even talked about this possibility, but hadn't got round to actually doing anything to prevent it like intelligent people. Nope. They'd addressed it then forgot about it, or at least, she had. Which meant she was screwed now. At least for a while. She felt blind and deaf, fumbling around and being little to no help. She was just lost without her kite string, keeping her anchored. It was almost a panic attack feeling that hit, her chest feeling tight, like she couldn't breathe, even if she tried to push it back.

"Okay," Sophie agreed, taking her place at Dean's shoulder as they started to carry him up the stairs. "And Billy's is a good idea - I was ringing them when the power went out. The phone's dead as well. But we should turn the water off at the mains before we go - do you think that would work even, or would that ghost just turn it back on again?" she asked, worrying about the state of her house - and they'd just got it back to good again. It was like this place was cursed!

"I figure we should call the city emergency line and tell them to shut it down." Oz said. "And...well we'll just go, I'm sure they're not going to mind if we drop in, it's an emergency. They'd likely bitch if we didn't. I can just hear Maddie now..." He kept getting them up the steps til they were at the top, then he directed them back towards the den, which was closest to the basement steps so they could lay him on the couch. "Want to go warm up the car, Sunshine?" he asked after they had Dean on the couch and he stood straight. He leaned over to press a kiss to her forehead.

Lullaby knelt down next to the couch by Dean, reaching up to remove her dead hearing aids and she set them on the end table. Reaching out, she drifted her fingers through his hair, already starting to pull at things. Like the headache. Moonlight vaguely shown in the window so she could kind of see him, and she reached out to wipe the blood off of his face with her sleeve. She didn't actually want to leave him long enough to go get anything else at the moment.

"Sure," Sophie said, though she pulled Oz with her a few steps away from Lullaby as she moved off. "What happened to Dean?" she asked, not bothering to drop her voice since the girl would be unable to hear her, but facing away just in case. She thought again about the sudden outage, which she'd figured was the ghost, but looking at her cousin, she had to question that - she remembered when he'd spent most of the night of the vampire attack unconscious in the basement. "Did he do this?" she asked.

"I can't be absolutely positive? But I think so." Oz said, glancing back towards Lullaby as well, though the girl made absolutely no indication she heard anything. Plus she seemed fairly occupied. "We've talked a bit about his abilities and the like, I guess there's kind of backlash for it sometimes, and if he blew the fuse box, then I'm sure that was a big hit to take. I think she'd let us know if there was anything overly serious wrong with him." he added, trusting that implicitly. Thia would have said that first. Or, possibly, she'd be down right now and Dean would be okay and they'd be wondering what the hell had happened to her.

"You think that rather than Billy's we should be taking him to the hospital?" she checked, not as sure as Oz that Lullaby would take care of things and let them know if there was any danger. She didn't know how well the girl was able to tell - she knew she could heal, but how did that work, exactly? Did it mean she could diagnose what was wrong before she fixed it? Or did she just find out when she took it - which she clearly wasn't doing, so maybe they needed to get him properly checked out.

Oz glanced back over to the couch. "I don't know, honestly." he confessed. He'd been told by Dean a bit about how Thia's healing ability worked, and that she could help him out, but he didn't know the specifics either. Just that he figured if anything was hugely malfunctioning, she'd be freaking out. Or would have already taken it. Something. "Do you want to ask her what she thinks? She's the resident healer. I can go start the car." he said.

"Okay, yes," Sophie agreed, feeling better about that. She just wanted to be sure that her cousin was going to be okay - and she knew she didn't know nearly enough about how his abilities worked. But Dean was just such a hard person to talk to at times, and she knew her own communication skills were severely lacking. She moved back to the couch and put a hand of Lullaby's shoulder to get her attention, waiting for her to turn around before she spoke. "Is he okay?" she asked, tentatively, still not sure that was even the right question to be asking.

Thia concentrated very hard to catch what Sophie was saying to her, even if she jolted a touch when she felt her hand on her shoulder. She automatically started to sign, even if she gave it up after the first few because she knew Sophie didn't know it so it was useless. She spoke slowly and tried to be much more careful with her pronunciation. Her volume wasn't very loud, though. "He is okay. He's got a nose bleed but it'll stop soon, and he has a migraine, but I am trying to take it a little at a time before he wakes up. I don't know how long he'll be out. I could try to take it, if you want me to. I am not sure how, but I can try."

Sophie shook her head, falling back on more gesture-communication than anything else under the circumstances. "No, it's alright - but you know what's wrong? You can tell that? There's nothing more serious?" she asked, clearly concerned.

Shaking her head, Thia appreciated the non-verbal communication. "There's nothing more serious. When I touch people, I can kind of...scan? Almost, it's hard to explain. But if there was anything else, I would feel it." She gave a weak sort of smile. "Like he's going to have a nasty bruise on his knee when he wakes up because he landed on it. But he'd be mad if I took that."

Sophie smiled a little in the candlelight, more relieved-looking at that. "He's a big boy, I'm sure he can deal with a bruise. J's starting up the car, we're going to head over to Billy's for the night. I'm going to run upstairs and get blankets and spare clothes for the journey," she said, over-emphasising her words a little. She kept an emergency bag full of generic spare clothes in her room, things that would fit all or any of them with no problems, and she was aware that they were all wet, and it was freezing outside.

Thia nodded, thinking that was a great idea. She wasn't even thinking about how that house made her twitch at the moment, she wanted to be someplace safe and non-haunted. "Do you need me to do anything?" she asked. Even if she didn't especially want to leave Dean for any reason whatsoever. At all. But she was practical, and the faster they could get him someplace that was else, the better.

Oz came in then. "There's a problem." he announced, though not loud enough for Thia to hear. He wasn't at all sure what the ranges were there without her hearing aids. With? He had it all down. But without...no clue. "The car won't start. So, I'm going to do this the hard way. I'll send Billy to get you as soon as I get there." he said, not really looking forward to a mad dash through the woods in wolf form in the middle of the winter when they'd had more snow than the past few years combined. This was not going to be fun.

"I need you to stay here and keep an eye on him," Sophie told Lullaby - she didn't think that the girl would have any problems at all in doing that, and Sophie doubted she could really get her to do anything else right now anyhow, but the fact was that if Lullaby could tell what was wrong with him, then she was the best person to look after the boy - and giving her that as a task would hopefully make her feel like she was doing something useful as well, so an all round win there. At least, an all round win until Oz made his announcement. "The car won't start? But... damn," Sophie exclaimed, thinking that, yup, right now this place really did seem cursed. Nothing was going right, was it? "Okay - don't be long, and we'll be ready to go as soon as Billy can get here," she added, reluctantly. What other choice did they have, really?

Oz pulled Sophie in to give her a hug, and a brief kiss. "I'll be as quick as possible. Get blankets just in case, change into dry clothes. I promise I'll run my ass off." he said. Which he would. It would still take him a while it was a few miles to go in the snow. Yeah. Had he mentioned the not fun? He started back through the house, already pulling his shirt off so he could get changed and take off as soon as possible.

Sophie watched him walk out of the room, before making herself turn back to Lullaby, wondering if the girl had followed any of that. "The car won't start, so J's going to run over to Billy's and get him to come pick us up - he won't be long and we need to be ready to go when Billy gets here. I'm going to get that bag and some blankets. And I'll get us all changes of clothes and then do you think between us we can get Dean changed?" she suggested, since the boy was soaking from his fall, and he wasn't showing any sign of waking up.

Lullaby nodded, headache starting to loom in on things, but she wasn't really stopping pulling at it. Dean with a migraine was a person no one wanted to deal with, and he was going to be bad off enough with what he'd done. So, she just kept pulling, also hoping he woke up sometime here, but it was definitely starting to throb. She did find it mildly ironic that one of her favorite passtimes was undressing Dean and now she had to dress him, but still.

"I'll be right back," Sophie promised, grabbing one of the candles she'd brought through for her trip upstairs, already thinking about how she would be juggling that and the definitely flammable things she'd be bringing back down again. In the end she grabbed a few more candles from the cupboards and set them up dotted on surfaces around the place, just taking the one upstairs with her, and making a mental note to go out and buy storm lanterns to cover this situation happening again in the future - that would be far more sensible and she didn't know why she hadn't thought of it before.

Lullaby helped get Dean changed before she went to change her own clothes, figuring it would defeat the purpose if she had to be leaning up against him and such when there were wet clothes involved, so that seemed most efficient. It took longer than she would have thought, but that happened when you were trying to get clothes on someone who wasn't at all in any way helping. Then she snuggled blankets around him again, and tried not to look impatient to go. She felt bad that Oz was out there, in the freezing cold, traveling what was kinda far. Maybe if she didn't floor herself with Dean's migraine, she'd make hot chocolate. Or maybe Maddie would already have that covered by the time they got there. In the end she wound up settling herself so Dean's head was pillowed against her thigh and she stroked her fingers through his hair. "Hopefully he'll sleep through the headache..." she said, not sure about her volume, but making an attempt. "He's really badly behaved when he's got a migraine." she said, smiling affectionately down at him before looking at Sophie again.

"He is?" Sophie asked, when Lullaby looked back over again. "I didn't know that - he's always just locked himself in his room. Though, really, he always did that a lot, whether he had a migraine or not," she admitted. Dean tended not to make a big fuss about things with her - he'd just go elsewhere, so she didn't really know what was wrong, unless she pried, and then generally she'd hit the brick wall that was Dean refusing to talk about things.

Nodding, Thia smiled. "Yes. He came home from school with one once, and it was one of the only times he actually made me cry, he was so..." she paused, thinking of a word. "Spikey." she landed on. "And he felt really bad about it and everything immediately but yeah he was having a bad, bad time. Last time he had one I tried to channel it...normal headaches I can channel? Which means I can just fix it, and it's fine. I don't get stuck with it myself. But migraines I get stuck with. I'd just rather take half of it and he's much better off."

Sophie's first thought was They always feel bad about it when they make you cry, but she didn't feel that that was a thought she wanted to share with Lullaby. She really hoped that she and Dean didn't have the same kind of a relationship that she and Oz had had at their age. Or, well, before everything had gone really south and Sophie had run off to another country, at least. From what she'd seen, Lullaby was really good for her cousin - at least, he'd improved in leaps and bounds since she'd come on the scene, and Sophie was minded to give credit to that to the girl. "You're taking it then? Right now?" she asked, not thinking too deeply about what that involved, it was just an ability, that was all. "Does that mean you could do with some pills and a glass of water to take the edge off the headache you have now?" she offered.

Again, Thia nodded, because it was easier to convey things if she could continue to add in non verbal communication. "I'm taking it. Kind of slowly draining it? Which I don't know if it makes sense to anyone else. I guess...maybe if you thought of it like a sponge, I'm soaking it up a bit at a time so he's got less of it." she said, making a face at her analogy. But when Sophie mentioned meds, she smiled and looked slightly relieved. "That would be great, yes." she said. "I'm at the throbbing, pain behind my left eye stage."

Sophie got up and fetched water and tablets for the girl, holding them out to her with a sympathetic smile when she got back, keeping talk to a minimum when it wasn't absolutely needed. Hopefully they'd take the edge off for her. She wondered whether the migraine would be affecting how long Dean would be out for, but she knew she didn't know that - what she knew about medicine was generally limited to breaks and sprains, clearly obvious surface injuries and little more. She sat down once again, wondering if she should go and try and assess the damage in the cellar, wondering what the ghost was getting up to down there now.

"Thank you." Lullaby said, taking the medicine and settling again, since Sophie didn't try to continue the conversation, which she supposed was just prudent considering she couldn't hear her at all. Then she just went back to drawing her fingers through Dean's hair and continuing to drain off bits of his headache. If there was still activity going on, she couldn't hear it though occasionally she noticed Sophie looking round.

Dean's left eyelid twitched slightly and his head rolled to one side as he started to rise toward consciousness again. He turned his head into Thia's touch and batted out with his arm, searching for her, his habit to hold her if she was there, when he was sleeping. And it felt like he was sleeping right now, except this didn't feel like his bed. And he didn't remember going to bed. And god, but his head hurt. He moaned and batted his eyes open, to be greeted by darkness and candlelight and... oh! He remembered - he did this. "Is everyone okay?" he asked, focusing on Thia, his voice sounding strange to his ears.

When Dean moved, she shifted, being there to be found with him automatically looking for her. She smiled down at him, putting her palm to his cheek. "Relax." she told him. She also saw he said something, but didn't quite catch what, with the light not being that stellar. But she could guess what he wanted to know. "Everyone's okay. You haven't been out that long. Oz went to Billy's so he can come and get us." she said, still speaking more slowly, precisely and unfortunately more quietly than usual.

Dean sat up - or tried to before he decided that was a really, really bad idea, what with the killer headache and everything that he had. He looked between Thia and Sophie, then at Thia, catching the tone of her voice. He reached up to her ears - no heading aids. "What's wrong with the car that Billy has to come get it?" he asked his cousin, making an effort to sign that as well for Thia, but between lying down and his brain not working totally properly right now, he wasn't sure he got the right signs in there for her.

"We think you took the car out with everything else - that was you, wasn't it?" Sophie asked him, since they weren't entirely positive on that point. "How are you feeling? Billy should be here soon."

She didn't stop him from checking her ears, though kind of winced a little at Sophie's phrasing. She also took one of Dean's hands and kissed the back of it, holding it to her cheek for a second. He of course noticed right away something was different with her. Even two seconds after waking up from having knocked himself out for a good twenty minutes or so. She loved her boy so very much. She didn't say anything to answer for him since the question was to him but she also shifted so he'd be more comfortable on her lap. She moved a little on her side facing towards him, so if he wanted to be slightly more propped up he could be, but he didn't at all have to actually sit up. Because sitting up would be bad for him.

"I'm sorry," Dean apologised to Sophie. "I didn't mean to do that. I just - there was water, and the electrics were going haywire and... It was dangerous. And then the door slammed shut and I was worried that it was leading to something and it was the only thing I could think of that would stop all of that really quickly. I didn't - I just took everything out." he turned back to look up at Thia. "I guess that included your hearing aids, didn't it? I'm sorry - I didn't mean to."

"I know, it's okay." she told him right away. Dean always took every opportunity to feel bad about things he possibly could, so she kind of wanted to take away as much of that as she could. "It wasn't your fault, you were just trying to help and you probably did." she told him. "I'm just glad that you did and now none of us are crispy. You did good." she told him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Remind me to tell you what that looked like to me later." she added softly--though almost too softly to actually be understood.

"Yes, really - don't worry about it. You did what you thought was right, I'm just glad you didn't hurt yourself more because of it," Sophie said, adding onto that. She hadn't meant to make her cousin feel guilty - she'd just wanted confirmation that what this was was because of what Dean had done, rather than because of what the ghost had been causing. "Look, I'm going to go keep an eye out for Billy. I'll come back to help you to the door as soon as he gets here," she promised, standing. She knew she was being twitchy, but Oz was out there, and there was a ghost downstairs doing who knew what damage and... Yeah, she needed to go watch out for Billy coming.

Thia nodded. "Okay." she said to Sophie, figuring she was twitching because there was a bunch of bad going on anyways. Then she looked back to Dean when she was gone. "Do you want me to go get you medicine?" she asked, back to petting his hair. "How's your knee?" He probably wouldn't know til he got up and tried walking on it but she had to ask.

"My knee?" Dean asked as Sophie left the room. "I - It hurts, I guess," but his head was worse, he knew. "How long have I been out for?" he asked, lifting a hand to his face after he'd finished speaking and feeling the drying blood around his nose. So, unconsciousness, bleeding and a headache, but not - "Thia - did I have a migraine?" he asked her, looking up at her, looking her over. She hadn't taken the nose bleed - there was no evidence of that. And his knee still hurt, but he knew what a backlash head-pain felt like, and this wasn't nearly as bad as it should be.

"You landed on it." she provided for him on the knee question. She looked vaguely just a little tiny bit guilty at the other one. "You did." she told him, paying very close attention to his lips as he spoke. "I didn't want you waking up to it. But I just took some aspirin for it, and I can get you some too. It's more manageable if it's just spread out a little." she said reasonably. "Besides you were protecting everyone, I couldn't let you come back with that bad a migraine." Because it had been bad. "I tried kind of channeling slowly." It just didn't happen to work. But she'd made the attempt. She hadn't yanked it all at once and dropped herself, either. "You haven't been out that long, just...maybe a half hour?" she suggested but she didn't sound overly confident of that, since she didn't have the best sense of time in the world.

Dean gave her a Look. "I wasn't protecting everyone - we just needed there not to be a lot of fritzing electricity around," he said, equally reasonably and not considering that that did, in fact, qualify as 'protecting everyone', at least, potentially it did. "And I was unconscious - so, I wasn't feeling the migraine. So, you could have left it," he added, before reaching up to cup her cheek. "But - thank you." It wasn't like he liked having a migraine, after all. And, as much as he hated to see her suffer, part of him was grateful that she'd had an opportunity to use what she could, maybe this would take some of the edge off of finding out about her blood. It was worth it if it helped in that way at all.

"We needed a lot of electricity not to be fritzing around because that would have been potentially very bad." she said, reaching up to put her hand over his for a moment. "I'd say that counts towards protecting everyone. And..." she was going to get into how she hadn't expected him to be out that long, and either way she didn't want him waking up in that much pain when she could do something about it, but he thanked her so she just shut up on that score. "You're welcome." she said instead. It made her smile. Because that was something she could still do. It had nothing to do with blood, so there was no risk factor there. It just meant they both had very bad headaches now, but neither of them was crippled with it.

"We should get out to the front," Dean told her, starting to sit up. He considered her earlier offer of painkillers, but decided that he'd leave it for now. He wasn't entirely sure that he could keep them down right about now and didn't really want to risk his stomach - or make a big thing about the fact that he felt sick right now. So, he'd just keep quiet about that and hope she let things drift.

She tried to help him sit up, even if she wasn't thinking it was the best plan ever. "I don't know how long it's going to take Oz to run to Billy's in the middle of winter. We've got a lot of snow, it might be a while." she said, shifting behind him, to help support him entirely. "So, relaxing might be your best bet...it's not like you feel very well. Give yourself a little time."

Dean relaxed back against her for a moment, liking the feeling of her behind him, but then he made himself move, aware that she didn't have hearing aids right now, so she needed to be able to see him unless they were just going to sit here in silence. He twisted to lean against the arm of the sofa, where they could see each other and gave her a little smile, signing as he spoke as best he could. "So, things we're learned today: I shouldn't ever use my abilities when we might need to make a fast getaway," he said, wryly. He'd actually never tried anything that big before, but then again, he also knew that the backlash was totally random - he'd ended up being unconscious for longer just for taking out a lightbulb once, and back in England he'd broken systems without batting an eyelid - there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it.

She gave a light little half smile, regretting that she couldn't hear him at all right now. She really wanted to be able to. She would have liked to have just held him for a while like that, but...yeah. Communication wouldn't have worked. They'd have needed a mirror. And she just wasn't doing that in the first place, even if they did have one. "I've never seen anything like that. It was like you were the center of this spikey explosion." she said. Her words started to get a little less clear, because for the moment her concentration wasn't on speech, she was more situating Dean so he could be comfortable. "Like the energy was going everywhere at once from you." She gave him a little half smile. "You know, if you ignore the backlash that was damn impressive, Bond." Which reminded her they needed to get BB before they left.

Dean smiled a little at the nickname, not minding it as much as he once did. He had a pet name for her, she had one for him - and it was hers alone. He liked having things that were just theirs - which brought the issue of his tattoo floating up to the surface of his mind once again and he absently stroked his left thumb over it. "An explosion? I guess it would have done - I... There was a lot to take out, and I wanted to make sure it got done properly," he explained to her. Sometimes he wished he could see what she did, but the nearest he'd ever got was the lines she'd drawn onto the outline of him on her bedroom wall and which, with her help, he'd integrated into the mural.

"Well, you definitely did it. You probably got everything inside, and if the car's not starting because of that...yeah, you definitely worked some very impressive magic there." Thia said, smiling and leaning closer to him so she could kiss his cheek softly. "I'm very impressed." she told him. "I just hope you don't have to do that very often but...hey, now you know more about what you're capable of. You've got range and ability, most certainly." she said. Then she reached up to draw her fingers through his hair again affectionately. "And hey, now we know if there's ever a robot apocalypse, you can shut it down no problem."

Dean chuckled and ducked his head slightly, taking that in the way it was intended, taking on board that actually maybe he had helped tonight. That was a good feeling, a different feeling than the ones he normally associated with what he could do. "I've never done anything that much before - like, that big. I didn't even know if I'd be able to, not everything - I guess I ended up doing too much though." He'd just tried for as much as possible, not concentrating on how far of an area effect that would be. "But then - I was holding your hand, wasn't I?" he added, this suddenly occurring to him. They'd both seen the effects that physical contact with her had on his abilities, how it ramped them up.

She nodded. "Yes, you were holding my hand." she said. Then she paused. "Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, I kind of felt something?" she continued, biting at her lip a moment, and that reminded her to keep enunciating properly. "Am I loud enough?" she asked him, in the middle of everything. She hoped she was. "Anyways, I felt something, like a pull? Like we know I'm sort of a battery for you, like you are for me in other ways, but that was the only time I actually felt anything. Probably because you were going for something so big, I'd imagine. So...if you got too much, it's probably my fault. Still, though, I don't think you did. I think you did what you knew would help, and it probably did. All three of us were down there, if anything happened, it would have been bad, then Sophie would have come downstairs, and...you did very well."

"I have very good hearing and I lip read," Dean reminded her, dismissing her question about whether she was speaking loud enough. He had never been entirely convinced that he could always tell 'loudness' accurately anyway. "I can tell what you're saying, if that's what you mean - and... I didn't hurt you at all, did I?" he asked, checking.

"That's what I mean. I can't tell." she said, feeling bad about that. "If I get too quiet, let me know, please?" Since she was likely to be in this position for a bit. Who knew when they'd be able to get her new hearing aids. "And no, you didn't hurt me at all." she assured him. "Not a bit, I just felt a strange little pull was all. Probably because I'm the most ready source, and what you were doing was probably way more than what you have around you at a given time. Or, that's my theory anyways." she said, knowing that that could in fact, be full of shit and not at all the reason.

"I promise I'll tell you - though I can't always tell either, so I might not be the best person to get you to do that," he told her, relaxing a little as she assured him she wasn't hurt. "I didn't feel anything different - when I did that. I couldn't tell, but I'm glad I didn't hurt you." He would have felt terrible if he had have done, but the simple fact of the matter was that he only felt the after effects of channeling negative energy for an effect. Hell, until Thia had told him, he hadn't even known how he did what he did, or that it involved negative energy at all.

She leaned forward to give him a light little kiss. "You didn't hurt me." she said again, just to put it at rest entirely. "So...that worked well, considering." she said instead. "At least we know now that you can do something that big, that my presence helps you out and that you can draw from me. So...all in all, I'd say it's a decent learning experience as well as you having helped us all." she said. And yes, they both had horrible headaches at the moment, but she always thought knowing was best. Plus, they'd never got very far on actually testing limits of things, so this was a damn good example to go from.

"Except for a headache," Dean pointed out, stroking her hair back from her face. Yes, he was aware that he hadn't so much given her the headache as she'd taken it from him, but in his book, he was the cause, which meant that it was his fault at the end of the day, though he wasn't being as hard on himself about that as he would have been if it hadn't been her choice, he was just bringing it up as an observation, and he added a soft kind of smile in with that, since he was aware that she couldn't hear his tone there. He'd become a little more aware of his facial expressions and how to use them since their night talking over skype with him on video feed.

She appreciated the smile. It helped. "Yes, except for the headache." she agreed. "But I just like knowing where capabilities lie, where the limits are. Just in case. And sure, we both have hurting heads but it's not so bad that it can't be dealt with. Though I still want to go get you aspirin." she added. The aspirin Sophie had given her was helping a little by then. Not a ton, but a little. Anything that took the sharper edge off was good.

Dean shook his head a little - not too much though, not enough to risk exacerbating his headache. "I'm okay without aspirin," he reassured her. "I'll live - I've had much, much worse." This was nothing compared to the migraines he usually got, when all he wanted to do was curl up into a small ball and die. This was dealable, he could cope with just having head hurties, though he knew that in an hour or so if it was still hanging around then he might be of a very different opinion.

"Still! You could have slightly less of something you can deal with." she said, giving him a little grin for a moment. She was just really glad he was up. No longer being unconscious was good. Though really, they'd probably get to Billy's and just head right upstairs. Which had her thinking. "Are you going to want to find your own bed there, or sleep in my room with me?" she asked. "When we get to Billy's." Since she realized belatedly that her thoughts had skipped forward but she hadn't articulated that.

Dean knew his gut reaction to that - to sleep with her. It had been a long night, and he hurt, and he always slept a lot better with her anyway and with everything else, he wanted to have her there. But the flip side of that was that he'd never slept at Billy's before, which meant that he didn't yet have a 'his room' - so would that mean that he'd be trespassing on her personal space? Would she prefer it if he established a 'his room', and then it would be okay for him to go crash in 'her room' if they stayed there in the future, because then she'd be letting him in by choice and it wouldn't be risking 'her room' becoming 'their room'. They'd both always been firm on that - sleeping together was one thing, but they wanted their own spaces, they wanted to maintain their own rooms. Those were the rules here and he didn't know what the rules there would be, and that made him hesitate in his answer, instead of being honest. "I... What would you prefer?" he asked, after slightly too long thinking about that.

She noticed the whole pause before answering thing, and arched a brow. "What's going on in your head?" she asked. "I'd prefer if you slept with me. We're both tired and hurting and we both sleep better together and when anything's going on, even if this is less..." she didn't even know how to word that. "...less...er...I have no idea but it's less than say, the shadows. But even so, I feel better when I'm closer to you, plus, if anything else happens, I won't hear it." She was most certainly handicapped now. Though really she just felt better sleeping with him when anything was going on, and he was still hurting, nevermind that she was, and she always wanted to be there when he was hurting.

"Then I'd prefer to sleep with you as well - I just wasn't sure if you'd want me to go find my own space or something. I didn't want to... impose," he added, hesitating over that word because it sounded oddly formal to him, but he couldn't think of one that fitted better.

That actually had her laughing just a little, something that got cut short with a faint wince. "You wouldn't be imposing." she assured him. "We don't even know how long we'll be there. Might just be a night, and if we're staying there longer term, then you can find a room, or something, but we could even wind up at the other house, or...who knows. I'm definitely not worrying about it tonight." She wondered if she'd sleep better at Billy's house if Dean was there with her. If the twitching would go down some, and she could relax more. It was possible.

Dean winced, mirroring her expression for different reasons. "God, I hope it's only just for the one night - I really didn't mean to cause that much damage. And we've only just got back here." he didn't want to have to move out again, he liked this house, he always missed it when they weren't here. Billy's place made him feel unsettled, and it did the same for Thia. And the other place was so far out, and the drive back and forth was horrible in the snow, and it was pokey and small. "I tried to just take out fixable things - all of the fuses, mostly. There shouldn't be any major rewiring to do or anything like that," he added in, though he knew there was also the question of the basement flood to deal with, though he couldn't hear water gushing anymore, so maybe that had been taken care of already.

"I'm sure Billy'll let us know tomorrow. I'm sure it's all fixable. And don't make faces like that. Fixing things is a hell of a lot more dealable than any of us getting fried. So you just keep that in mind when you start feeling bad about it all." she said firmly. She knew him, and she knew him well. If he could find a way to feel bad about something he automatically did, so she wanted to cut that off and put perspective on it.

"It's just that whenever I seem to help around here, we end up having to move out," he told her, aware that they'd left last time because of the innumerable bullet holes he'd left in the walls everywhere. And sure, some of them were caused by other people, but they'd mostly been his - because he had been the one not being attacked for most of it. And, okay, there'd been the fire caused by the vampires which hadn't helped, but still - a lot of the damage had been caused by him.

"Oh hush up." Thia said. "That's not true. Think about all the barricades and broken stuff that were just due to the shadows and the vampires managed to destroy a lot all on their own, and you aren't allowed to take credit for everything." she said. "So, there. We just have to go someplace else for the night, honestly with the water problem, we might have had to do that anyways and that's all the ghost. And who knows what else the guy'll do, so you never know, he could have started a fire, or any number of other things. So I veto your claim of fault."

Dean looked at her for a moment, before deciding that he just didn't have the energy to debate this with her, not with his head pounding and his stomach doing the occasional lurch. "Yes, Thia - whatever you say," he intoned instead, smirking slightly at the familiar phrase.

That actually for a heartbeat there got a bright, delighted little smile. "That's my boy." she said. She hadn't heard that in a while. Plus, she recognized that she used to twitch over that same phrase she said, because she'd always wanted to say 'my' in it. But she didn't usually let herself. But now she was allowed, because he was. "I should probably go try to find BB before Billy gets here." she said as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. "And you should close your eyes and rest."

Rest - rest sounded good. It sounded really, really good. He could go with rest. He could be a fan of rest, even if it was just closing his eyes for a while, rather than any kind of real sleeping rest. "Okay," he agreed, not fighting her at all on that as he slid down the sofa a little more, getting himself more comfortable.

She gave him a few more little kisses, then made herself slide down off the side of the couch. "I'll be back." she promised, before heading off to find her wayward kitty. He was probably scared, which meant he was likely under a bed. This was going to be fun. Squirming ball of BB was going to be difficult to corral. He didn't generally like being held unless he decided it was snuggle time. But if it was going to get cold--and she thought it felt like it was already getting a little colder--then he needed to come with. Plus, she didn't want him messed with by the ghost. Which made her wonder if the ghost was still downstairs, in the water, wandering around maybe trying to make the cage door crash again...and that was a weird, creepy thought so she pushed it away as she passed the basement door. Yeah. Creepy.