Donovan caught sight of Dean, and for the first time ever he was -worried-, truly worried for his shadow-self. Dean did -not- look pleased, or comfortable, or very happy. Usually it was -Dean- making -others- look not so pleased, comfortable, or very happy. But in this case, the strange, twisted magic seemed to be affecting Dean to some degree, which told Donovan just how powerful this dark magic was.<br/><br/>Donovan recognized right away that if not for Dean's resistance, then everything - and everyone - on the ship would have already been morphed or warped in some way. Glancing around, Donovan instantly understood - the transmorgraphic magic was trying to change, modify, and/or inhabit -Dean- which, if successful... would likely be the end of the world.<br/><br/>Or, in a less-dramatic fashion, it would at least be the end of Dean AND Donovan. And while that might have been just fine with Methuseld and Asa, Dean and Donovan both would probably prefer to avoid that.<br/><br/>Donovan heard Dean's plea... Dean needing 'a little help' was something Donovan had rarely heard, perhaps never. That added to the anxiety of the situation drastically. It was a very rare thing to hear Dean in such distress, and it unnerved Donovan greatly. Immediately following that Donovan heard Methuseld's voice above the din of warping wood and metal, demanding that they end this now - that he put Dean out of his misery...<br/><br/>Donovan could think of only one way that might help. This wicked magic around them was far beyond his ken, and his mind, as usual, took a more protective approach, rather than actually considering putting 'Dean' out of his misery! "Come on!" he shouted at Methuseld, and made his way towards the bow of the ship where Dean stood. Coming within arm's reach, Donovan glanced from Dean to Methuseld and back again. That made his decision either.<br/><br/>Donovan turned his gaze to Methuseld. "I need a catalyst....," he said - and that was the only warning she received.<br/><br/>Donovan's hand shot up and around to the back of Methuseld's head - pulled her head roughly toward him - and planted his lips hard and furious against hers.<br/><br/>As far as kisses went - this one was... well... pretty tame, all things considered. No tongue action. No moaning. No groping - except for Donovan clamping a fistful of Methuseld's hair in his hand. The warrior could almost -feel- her confusion, could almost taste her shock and surprise which seemed to last several seconds. Just before she was about to -freak-, Donovan pulled away with a faint, bewildered smile on his lips - his eyes solid white as if he had no irises, no corneas, no pupils at all. Instantly, a shock-wave blasted out from him a dozen feet and formed a faintly glowing bluish 'ball' encompassing Dean, Donovan, and Methuseld. Asa was not too far away, in the captain's quarters beneath them, and Donovan hoped that his sphere would reach her too. The energy he exerted was from his very own lifeforce - pure, solid, and incorruptible. It was his desperate hope that doing this would protect the four of them as long as they remained within the sphere, long enough until the dark-magic faded or chose to move on.<br/><br/>"Ah... passion...," Donovan whispered aloud. "Interesting...," he muttered, his sightless eyes staring at Methuseld for a moment with a whimsical smile on his lips....<br/><br/>...And then he fell over backward like a board, crashing unceremoniously to the deck near Dean's feet, unconscious.