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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[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."
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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)