Will Them Into Existence

This Way Comes

"You know, you've really gotta start preparing me for this kind of stuff." A voice commented, perched on a stool and leaning against the wall in front of a mirror-station, looking out of a small gap in the curtains.

Wilbur looked up from their own mirror-station, rolling their shoulders and fussing with the collar on their blue uniform costume. "What kind of stuff?"

Colby laughed, pulling the curtain back more and motioning for the green-haired teen to look out. Wilbur rolled his eyes, standing and making his way to the brunette's side, grabbing the curtain and holding it open with their own hand.

They looked out, eyes scanning the darkened audience until they landed on a happily waving blonde, sat in between Dean and Sam. The trio were almost perfectly in the middle of the rows, positioned so that they had the best view of center stage. Wilbur smiled, pulling back the curtain and squeezing one of Colby's hands that remained on it.

"They do this every single play, Colbs." He said, turning back towards the closest mirror and fixing their costume one last time. "Honestly-"

Colby walked up behind them in the mirror, raising an eyebrow and then gently laying his hands on their shoulders at their answering nod. "Honestly, nothing. It's still exciting to see how much support you've got now."

He squeezed his shoulders and stepped back, leaning down to fix their boot tie. "I know you've always had Tommy. And Sam and I, of course. But Dean and Sam, whatever they are to you, its fairly new - and it's good to see them here. And being active in things that you love." He stood again, grinning at Wilbur and fixing his own blue coat. "Can't blame me for being happy for you, can you?"

For a few seconds, the green-haired teen didn't respond, and then they snorted, wrapping an arm around the brunette's shoulders and squeezing once before letting go. "No, I can't. You're being supportive. Thank y-"

A red-headed girl walked in from a side door, fixing her own costume as she walked. "It's showtime, boys! Go on- shoo, shoo! The rest of us need the dressing room." Wilbur and Colby grinned at each other, knocking elbows and walking to their respective stage entrances. Wilbur breathed deeply as the backstage lights dimmed.

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Wilbur bit his lip and shook their head, one hand wrapped around Colby's hips and the other latched onto his arm, fighting against the darkness around them to keep him standing. Colby raised his head with a grunt, knocking their shoulders together and spitting blood onto the blanketed ground.

"I'm with you, general." Colby said, smiling with red coating his teeth. The green-haired soldier laughed dimly, readjusting his grip.

"Hell yeah. Hell yeah, you are." They said, squeezing his hand as it hung limp over his shoulder.

"We're walking. And talking." The brunette responded, looking around at the landscape with eyebrows raised.

Wilbur nodded, glancing at the other and then looking resolutely forward. "You are. You're talking like a bird sings its songs."

Colby chuckled, free arm grasping at his stomach loosely. The general noticed, stopping in his tracks and biting his lip again. He cleared his throat, pulling back from the other and setting both of their hands on his shoulders.

"I'm gonna let you go now." They squeezed his shoulders, desperately trying to pull his attention away from the echoing emptiness of their surroundings and back to him. "You try walking on your own. Okay?"

The brunette nodded, looking into the green-haired soldier's eyes. Wilbur took a deep breath and stepped back, taking their hands off of Colby's shoulders. Colby took a few, wobbly steps toward Wilbur, looking down at his feet and pausing to regain his balance and then walking fully towards the other.