20: [Video/Action] Open Arms
Feb. 28th, 2011 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dashboardliteDean is slumped in one of the easy chairs in his room, seemingly completely oblivious to the camera he's left on the bedside table. It's at enough of an angle that half his face is obscured by the shadows in the dimly-lit room, and the only sources of illumination are the floor lamp off in the far corner, and the soft electric glow of the radio's face.
The only thing it's been playing today are Journey's greatest hits, but it's been stuck on a loop of Faithfully and Open Arms, which made Dean think, and thinking is always a bad idea when he's convinced that he's fucked up almost every close friendship - or relationship - he's had with anyone since coming here.
Dean is starting to see a pattern, and if the expression of grim pain on his face isn't enough of a giveaway that something is wrong, then the beer bottle dangling from his fingertips over the left arm of the chair ought to be. Reaching down, he tugs off one of his heavy biker boots and chucks it at the radio, which clatters to the floor and fizzles out of whatever reception it was getting.
He knows he should be happier. His brother is here. Sam, Sasquatch that he is, is here - albeit older - the the guilt he feels over moping when he should be catching up with Sam is...really awful, actually.
But everyone has those days, right?
Right?
The only thing it's been playing today are Journey's greatest hits, but it's been stuck on a loop of Faithfully and Open Arms, which made Dean think, and thinking is always a bad idea when he's convinced that he's fucked up almost every close friendship - or relationship - he's had with anyone since coming here.
Dean is starting to see a pattern, and if the expression of grim pain on his face isn't enough of a giveaway that something is wrong, then the beer bottle dangling from his fingertips over the left arm of the chair ought to be. Reaching down, he tugs off one of his heavy biker boots and chucks it at the radio, which clatters to the floor and fizzles out of whatever reception it was getting.
He knows he should be happier. His brother is here. Sam, Sasquatch that he is, is here - albeit older - the the guilt he feels over moping when he should be catching up with Sam is...really awful, actually.
But everyone has those days, right?
Right?
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Date: 2011-03-01 04:21 am (UTC)Dean chuckles a little.]
If I coulda changed the channel, I would've. [He shifts a little in his chair, turning to look at the communicator and furrowing his brow a little.]
Who else's been mopey?
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Date: 2011-03-01 04:29 am (UTC)[And now she's going to ask his name before she forgets or gets brushed off.] I'm Shannon Beiste. What's your name?
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Date: 2011-03-01 04:37 am (UTC)[Guy around his age, huh? Staring dejectedly at his empty bottle for a moment, his expression of slight contentment faltering, Dean addresses her again.]
...Was he dressed like some kinda tax accountant?
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Date: 2011-03-02 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 04:03 am (UTC)[He almost knew him in the Biblical sense, too.]
That's Cas, he...he and I had...somethin' of a falling out.
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Date: 2011-03-02 04:20 am (UTC)OH YAY WE'RE GONNA HAVE A TALK NOW.
Date: 2011-03-02 04:35 am (UTC)[Dean employs his Charming Smile (TM).]
HELL YEAH. /SHADES. B|
Date: 2011-03-02 07:34 pm (UTC)[She makes a mental note to ask him about football when he's feeling better.]
THIS CONVERSATION MAY SEEM FAMILIAR TO YOU, COACH BEISTE.
Date: 2011-03-02 07:38 pm (UTC)SO MANY GAY KIDS. /FLIPS TABLES
Date: 2011-03-02 07:48 pm (UTC)Uh.
T'be honest it didn't really occur to me either way.
Is that what this is about? [She called him young buuuut she's kind of thinking he'd be old enough to know himself better than that.]
SOB
Date: 2011-03-02 07:52 pm (UTC)But say...hypothetically speaking...if the dude I like isn't really a dude, but an angel using a dude's body as a vessel, does that still count as liking a dude?
[He's a little tipsy. Can you tell?]
it's not just a river in egypt, dean B|
Date: 2011-03-02 07:55 pm (UTC)Buddy, you ever think you're worrying too much about labels?
WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING THAT /cries forever
Date: 2011-03-02 08:05 pm (UTC)[He mumbles a little, looking disconsolate.]
I just...I screwed up and I don't know how to make it up...to him.
/pats
Date: 2011-03-03 10:33 pm (UTC)You could start with sayin' you're sorry. Never hurts, anyway.
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Date: 2011-03-04 03:20 am (UTC)...yeah. [Dean mumbles grudgingly.] Guess he deserves that much.
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Date: 2011-03-04 07:27 pm (UTC)[And then, despite her better judgment as she's pretty sure this is the guy who was getting Kurt's pretty feathers all ruffled, she suggests:] You could talk to Kurt about...some of the more specific issues here. I'm not too great at, uh. That kinda stuff. And he's a smart kid.
ASDFGH LJ NOTIFS ARE SUCKY. 8(
Date: 2011-03-13 02:21 pm (UTC)Nonetheless, he nods again and considers what would probably happen for a split-second before deciding to fuck that idea and find another way.]
Thanks. I'll...I'll look into that.
[If stoic-as-a-statue Castiel looked hurt enough for strangers to be able to tell, then he's more than upset.
Great, now the guilt is worse.]