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 06:01 pm (UTC)Re: [Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 06:13 pm (UTC)"This place has a really twisted sense of humor," he said louder, shaking his head as he tried not to imagine feeling yourself getting knit back together like a ripped up blanket. He'd gotten pretty good at not thinking about things over the years, but the image was still there on the edge of his vision.
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Date: 2011-03-02 06:48 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 06:50 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 06:57 pm (UTC)He actually hadn't thought of that. Dean had just assumed that Castiel was angry about him pissing away one of his lives. He never considered blaming the angel for the pain because he was grateful that Castiel had found his arm and brought it over to his mauled body. He was grateful that he had someone to keep him company while he was knitted back together, cell by cell.
"Pretty...pretty crappy, I guess," He finishes lamely, the realization that Cas was upset because he was hurt fully striking him in the chest. Sammy was always better with decoding emotions. Dean knows that Cas cares about him now, but he never knew why - he thought it was the obligation to look after him.
"...I didn't know he cared about me."
Maybe Future-Sam has the answers, and Dean can get them from him without spilling the beans.
[Action] We're moving dangerously deeper into the waters of a bonafide chick-flick moment.
Date: 2011-03-02 07:04 pm (UTC)[Action] 1/2 DON'T WORRY I'LL FIX IT WE CAN'T HAVE A CHICK FLICK MOMENT IT'S NOT MANLY
Date: 2011-03-02 07:19 pm (UTC)"...dude, I must be such a douche in the future."
[Action] 2/2
Date: 2011-03-02 07:21 pm (UTC)Change the subject, change the subject, change the subject, change the fucking subject.
"...yeah, got killed. Won't happen again. It sucked."
[Action] Nope, can't be having that. Certainly not.
Date: 2011-03-02 07:31 pm (UTC)"When are you not a douche?" he replied aloud, smirking lightly at his brother's bad attempt at changing the subject, but he would go with it. "And dying usually does."
And because he knew his brother didn't want to talk about Castiel, and he didn't want to talk about death, Sam found himself changing the subject again to something that had been bugging him for awhile.
"Why do all the rooms have those web cam things in them?"
[Action] You have to wait until Dean is good and ready, Sam. Buckle up.
Date: 2011-03-02 07:43 pm (UTC)"They're communicators so people can send out videos or audio transmissions and other people can respond. Without meeting in person. Sorta like the shut-ins who live in their mothers' basements and play World of Warcraft, but this is actually safe 'cause there are some fucked-up residents here. If you think you got a good feel on the person, you might agree to meet. Whatever works, man."
[Action] Oh God, they're gonna be at this for months. XD
Date: 2011-03-02 07:45 pm (UTC)[Action] YAY
Date: 2011-03-02 07:59 pm (UTC)He smiles smugly. God, he really missed this sort of back-and-forth rapport with Sam. Pushing his buttons is so easy.
[Action]......it doesn't actually say anywhere that Dean turned it off that I can tell. :3
Date: 2011-03-02 08:03 pm (UTC)[Action] lolololol
Date: 2011-03-02 08:20 pm (UTC)Leaning over, Dean switches it off. "Nothin' good on, anyway," He mumbles, eyeing the comm unit for another moment before glancing back at Sam. He regards his brother curiously for a moment before shaking away any drunken notion of telling Sam exactly what's wrong, because he's really not ready for it.
"Welcome to Wonderland, man. Where the babes are in short supply and no one knows how to use a friggin' gun."
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 08:25 pm (UTC)Next thing he was doing when he got back to his room was throwing a towel over the camera to match the pillowcase he'd covered the mirror up with. This whole place was like a voyeurs fucked-up Heaven or something.
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 08:46 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 08:52 pm (UTC)"Is there actually anything to hunt around here?" He grinned. "Besides the thing that apparently owned your ass? What the hell is an Operator anyways?"
He'd have to look that up later. Right after he figured out how the hell they'd come back to this topic yet again.
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 09:12 pm (UTC)"Dunno if there's anything else around here worth hunting. Unless it crops up in an event, I'd say we're shit outta luck. I've been gettin' rusty, Sam."
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Date: 2011-03-02 10:07 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 10:23 pm (UTC)Because Dean is brilliant, apparently. He half-smiles, half-grimaces. "...It'll keep us busy?"
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-02 11:11 pm (UTC)"If it comes down to it, we could just kill them, stand around until they start to form and then repeat the process four more times and hope that's the end of it."
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-03 12:58 am (UTC)He'd never considered the whole five lives thing with killing off crazy sonsabitches here. Dean twiddles his thumbs quietly for another minutes. It's not an awkward silence, it's just one of their comfortable lulls that they have. It reminds him of how things used to be.
That, and Dean is not talking about Castiel.
"You up to speed on everything else this place does?"
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-03 02:40 am (UTC)"Did I miss anything?" he asked, giving his brother a questioning look.
[Action]
Date: 2011-03-03 04:42 am (UTC)"You've learned well, young padawan," He chuckles, sporting a crooked grin. "I think you're set for a magical new life here."
[Action] That puppy-dog face is one of his super-special secret techniques.
Date: 2011-03-03 05:43 pm (UTC)