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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This is the only happy icon I have *sob*
Date: 2011-03-18 11:42 pm (UTC){ }
GET MORE. MORE, I SAY.
Date: 2011-03-19 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-19 02:33 pm (UTC)So... what now?
[ After having established that he has a lovely lady he should be thinking about more often, that is. ]
Are you going to put up a picture of her over your bed, or...?
[ Have a minute of silence for her every day? Or... dare Philip suggest it? Find a replacement? ]
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Date: 2011-03-19 02:59 pm (UTC)[He shrugs, frowning a little. Dean almost feels like he's betrayed her, somehow, by not even thinking about her all this time. He can't even remember the last time he drove, either. How long has it been, now? Five months?
Shit.]
I could, but that might be just a little weird, even for me. [Dean chuckles, and then:]
...hey. You ever, uh. Build anything? Mechanics-wise?
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Date: 2011-03-19 04:31 pm (UTC)[ Quite a number of things in the course of his studies, actually, though he's been keeping to his beloved theory in recent years.
Still, some tinkering at home or as a favour for a friend every now and then and... Dean might even be surprised, he's actually fairly good at this. ]
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Date: 2011-03-19 07:05 pm (UTC)[Not a replica of his baby, but, y'know. Something that'll occupy time.]
1/3
Date: 2011-03-20 01:48 am (UTC)2/3
Date: 2011-03-20 01:50 am (UTC)Some parts in the mines in Greenland weren't as accessible as they should have been.
3/3
Date: 2011-03-20 01:52 am (UTC)Anyway, I...
[ It's been a long time since he's last tinkered with a car beyond some veryvery basic repairs, but as far as distractions go that sounds just about perfect. He smiles. ]
That sounds great.
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Date: 2011-03-20 01:33 pm (UTC)I know we can't drive the sucker, but Hell if I'm gonna sit back and do nothin'.
[He grins back. Manly bonding time is a go.]
What kinda car, you think?
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Date: 2011-03-20 10:23 pm (UTC)Whatever we can get, I suppose. I've never asked the closets for half a garage before.
[ After another moment's thought he raises his hands in an universal I give up, don't ask me gesture and continues the lady car metaphor. ]
You decide. I don't have a type.
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Date: 2011-03-20 11:36 pm (UTC)Anything Chevy is just going to make him miss his baby, so investing in a different style might be the way to go.]
...you ever seen The Dukes of Hazzard?
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Date: 2011-03-20 11:46 pm (UTC)...
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Moving on. ]
A few times. Don't remember all that much of it.
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Date: 2011-03-21 12:48 am (UTC)Dean claps his hands together, grinning broadly.]
We're gonna make our own General Lee, man.
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Date: 2011-03-21 01:23 am (UTC)Philip whistles, impressed. ]
Do you think we can even get that much out of the closets?
I don't really have anything to pay the merchants with.
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Date: 2011-03-21 05:07 am (UTC)He considers this incredibly valid point, furrowing his brow thoughtfully. Dean's never actually built a car from scratch before. He got pretty damn close fixin' up his baby after the crash a couple years back, but he's never done it from the ground-up.]
Good question. S'just your standard...1969...Dodge Charger body pieces. [He trails off a little. Well, shit.] ...what do you pay the merchants with, anyway? They don't need money, right?
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Date: 2011-03-21 08:52 pm (UTC)I've heard they take money. And... other things.
I don't know about you, but I didn't exactly have a lot of either with me when I came here and I doubt they'd be enthusiastic to accept anything we get out of the closets...
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Date: 2011-03-21 10:31 pm (UTC)[He thinks for a moment.]
...I got some fake credit cards we could use if they take Visa.
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Date: 2011-03-21 11:35 pm (UTC)You think they'd be fooled by that?
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Date: 2011-03-21 11:58 pm (UTC)[He fishes around in his pocket for his wallet. It's pointless to carry around here, but it's out of habit. Dean withdraws a credit card and squints at the name before finishing:]
-Salazar Houdini?
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Date: 2011-03-22 02:23 pm (UTC)People actually fall for that?
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Date: 2011-03-22 02:41 pm (UTC)[Dean shrugs, chuckling, and tucks it away in his back pocket.]
But I dunno how smart these vendors are. Do they deal in souls? 'Cause I don't know if I wanna go down that road again.
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Date: 2011-03-22 03:07 pm (UTC)Anyway, on to more pressing matters... ]
We are not going to sell our souls for car parts.
[ Pause. Ponder. Sigh. ] Maybe they--
2/undecided
Date: 2011-03-22 03:09 pm (UTC)...Give me a second.
[ And just like that Philip disappears from view. ]
3/let's make it a foursome
Date: 2011-03-22 03:16 pm (UTC)In the background the noises of several zippers and metallic clanks can be heard faintly.
A rusty saw slides across the floor.
Then silence. ]
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