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: 2011-03-02 04:32 am (UTC)You already did. [He can't help but point out, even as he mentally berates himself for being such a bitch. Especially since Dean is actually maybe agreeing to talk. Sort of.]
I'll be there in a moment. [Shuts camera thing off.]
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Date: 2011-03-02 04:37 am (UTC)[Dean is left grumbling and staring at the half-empty bottle of beer in his hand, waiting for Sam to arrive. At least he left the door open.]
Re: [Video]
Date: 2011-03-02 04:38 am (UTC)OOC
Date: 2011-03-02 05:10 am (UTC)[Video->Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 05:13 am (UTC)Sam didn't bother knocking before letting himself in. "Hey."
He stepped inside, fidgeting slightly as he glanced around before moving to sit.
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 05:16 am (UTC)Dean's still slumped in his chair, looking rather cynical and devil-may-care. It's still strange to him, thinking about Sam being...older, and still taller, and possibly even more bitchy. But Hell, Dean'll take any Sam he can get at this point.
"You wanted t'catch up," He spreads his arms in a slightly tipsy, carefree gesture. "So shoot."
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Date: 2011-03-02 05:21 am (UTC)"I guess it was too much to hope I wouldn't have to have this conversation twice..." he muttered before taking a deep breath. "Ok, so what has Cas told you? Just so I'm not repeating anything you already know."
He knew it was only postponing the inevitable, but there really was no good way to tell this crap, and Sam didn't want to get into another fight with his brother immediately after finding him again. Especially when he was obviously already upset about something.
[Action] You can handwave the stuff Sam tells him if you don't want to write it all out. xD
Date: 2011-03-02 05:29 am (UTC)He utilizes finger-quotes, "The first seal will be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell. Man, I don't even know what happens to me in Hell. I just know that we're gonna have some kinda final showdown, and...yeah. That's it." Dean takes another swig of his drink.
[Action] And miss out on Sam's horribly stunted attempt at explanation? *is way too amused by this*
Date: 2011-03-02 05:33 am (UTC)Another deep breath. "Let's just get the worst of it over with. Remember Ruby?"
Had Dean met her yet? He honestly can't remember, having done his utmost best to drive the bitch out of his thoughts every chance he got.
[Action] HA.
Date: 2011-03-02 05:47 am (UTC)"What, Ruby the manipulative blonde demon-bitch? Her knife's great and all, but she's bad news, Sam."
[Action] IKR?
Date: 2011-03-02 05:51 am (UTC)Wasn't that just the story of their lives though?
"It turns out that those powers I got from Azazel get better when I drink demon blood. Down-side, I got addicted to the damn stuff. Ruby enabled it, but in the end, it was my own damn fault for trusting her."
He sighed, glaring off to the side. "You killed her though, after I killed Lilith and opened up hell, just like she wanted me to do. So, technically, I started the Apocalypse by breaking the last seal, not you."
[Action] SO AWKWARD.
Date: 2011-03-02 05:58 am (UTC)"So you turned into a blood-sucking demon-fucker, let Satan outta the box, and I haven't disowned you yet?"
The low growl rumbling at the back of Dean's voice, deep in his throat, makes the words even more menacing.
[Action] *smacks them both around a bit* Why are you two so freakin' dramatic and angsty?
Date: 2011-03-02 06:10 am (UTC)"I know it probably doesn't mean much to you, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't save you from Hell. I'm sorry I ran off with Ruby. I'm-" He stopped. He couldn't really even begin to apologize for all the crap he'd done.
"Listen, can I...can I finish the story...before you kick me out?"
[[ooc: I kind of wanna hand-wave most of the rest of it now so that we don't take up too many comment boxes...I just realized how long-winded this is gonna be....along with remembering that I'm a lazy-ass on top of it. XD]]
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 06:25 am (UTC)"...fine," He grits out, unclenching his fists and relaxing a little. It's just the future. It's all going to happen, and he can't change it, and he won't even remember when he gets back.
Yeah, 'cause that's comforting.
[[ooc; No prob!]]
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 06:31 am (UTC)"And then I pulled them in and next thing I know I'm waking up in this place," he finally ends stopping his pacing, having gotten to his feet some time ago, and find himself fidgeting again. He's waiting for Dean to kick him out, because at this point he's going to be severely surprised if he doesn't, but he wants to see his brother's full reaction first (as morbid as that sounds).
Actually, he's already surprised Dean hasn't punched him yet. That's what he'd done last time, after all.
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 06:49 am (UTC)Dean opens his mouth to speak, then closes it contemplatively, taking a moment to gather his beer-soaked thoughts.
"...okay, so...you fucked up. Whatever, it's...it's back in the future. Doesn't matter here. Nothin' we can do, nothin' I can say."
That's about as close to an "I forgive you" as Sam is going to get.
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 06:54 am (UTC)Except he doesn't. Because as much as Dean likes to tease him, he's not a girl, dammit.
He sits back down though, not trusting his legs at that moment. He doesn't know what to say to that and just sits there, staring at Dean in something close to relieved shock.
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 02:52 pm (UTC)delightfulHellhole has been a rather eye-opening experience for him so far, and while whatever Sam has done probably won't warrant such easy forgiveness in the future, there really is nothing Dean can do about it here. He's learned to accept that, and sort of roll with the punches instead."So," He starts idly, raising an eyebrow. "Want me t'fill you in on all the shit that's happened here so you can get a laugh?"
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 04:17 pm (UTC)He couldn't deny that he really was curious, and maybe his brother would let slip about what was bothering him.
[[ooc: Sam the ever-hopeful?]]
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 04:53 pm (UTC)Believe him. He totally was.
"First day I got here, met some teenagers - Lemme tell you, man, for this place bein' as dangerous as it is, there are a fuck ton of teenagers. One of 'em was a smokin' hot cheerleader, the other was this...fashionista kid named Kurt." Dean smirks, "He's like a tiny gay you, bitchface and everything." Stretching, Dean groans and continues, "Anyhow, Kurt got it into his head that he and I were meant for each other - Don't you friggin' laugh, I'll break your teeth - But I sorta had to break it to 'im that it wasn't gonna happen. Uh...lemme see, what else..."
He purses his lips, definitely opting out of the various encounters with Castiel that he's had, if only to protect his masculinity for a little while longer. Sam might not be able to handle that, former college-boy or not.
"...Went on a hunting trip."
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 05:04 pm (UTC)A moment later, he was fighting down a snicker. His brother had a knack for attracting people, even the ones he didn't want.
He could tell that Dean was holding something back and noticed that his brother hadn't mentioned Castiel at all yet. So, obviously whatever was upsetting him had to do with the angel (what else is new?).
Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask though, Dean's last words (and the tone that went with them) effectively distracted him.
"A hunt?"
[Action] Here's what happened on the hunt: http://dashboardlite.livejournal.com/5231.html
Date: 2011-03-02 05:14 pm (UTC)With a weary sigh, he rolls his gaze back down to Sam. "It wasn't a reaper. It wasn't...Sammy, it wasn't like anything we've seen before. The sonuvabitch came outta nowhere, gutted me like a fish before I could get off a good shot, dragged me deeper into the woods and left me in friggin' pieces."
Dean pauses, "...this is probably a good time to tell you that everyone has five lives here."
[Action] Oh Dean....why do you make me wanna shove you out windows so much?
Date: 2011-03-02 05:30 pm (UTC)"Like some kind of screwed up video game?" Sam replied, giving his brother an incredulous look. He didn't want to think about Dean getting ripped to pieces again (or...for the first time? Frigging time travel), even all this time later that image still played a starring role in his worst nightmares.
He also didn't want to ask just how many lives his brother had already lost, given their track record, he could already tell he wouldn't like the answer.
"What happens when you die the fifth time?" And how close are you to that? He doesn't ask.
[Action] Because he's lovably stupid~
Date: 2011-03-02 05:38 pm (UTC)So there's your damn answer. Castiel got pissed about it, too, so Dean isn't planning on killing himself off again any time soon. Hell hath no fury like an angel's scorn.
[Action] Must be.
Date: 2011-03-02 05:46 pm (UTC)Idly, he found himself remembering the masked man he'd met before and made a note to try and find out more about him as well.
"Why does it a take a day?" He asked, furrowing his brow as he tossed that thought around in his head.
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From:[Action] We're moving dangerously deeper into the waters of a bonafide chick-flick moment.
From:[Action] 1/2 DON'T WORRY I'LL FIX IT WE CAN'T HAVE A CHICK FLICK MOMENT IT'S NOT MANLY
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From:[Action] Nope, can't be having that. Certainly not.
From:[Action] You have to wait until Dean is good and ready, Sam. Buckle up.
From:[Action] Oh God, they're gonna be at this for months. XD
From:[Action] YAY
From:[Action]......it doesn't actually say anywhere that Dean turned it off that I can tell. :3
From:[Action] lolololol
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From:[Action] That puppy-dog face is one of his super-special secret techniques.
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