20: [Video/Action] Open Arms

[dashboardlite]

Dean 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?

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[HEY. HEY. Dean would sell his soul for his baby (probably), so don't knock cars, man. He does sit quietly while Phil rummages through all his things, maintaining a perfectly raised eyebrow until the man comes back. Dean won't ask questions about the saw. Not when he's got a machete under his bed.]

An artifact? [Dean leans in, squinting at the transmission screen. It's a little, bejeweled statue.]

What the Hell is it? Where'd you find it?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip gives Dean a raised eyebrow in return. Where do you think? ]

Well, it wasn't on sale at Harrods.

[ He lifts the statue and turns it for Dean to see. ]

...And I have absolutely no idea what it is or what it does... if it does anything at all.

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He snorts. The fact that Philip's humor is almost constantly improving makes Dean feel somewhat accomplished. He scrutinizes the figure again, chewing on his lower lip thoughtfully.

Then he shrugs.]

Hey, all I've got are fake credit cards, a fake FBI badge, and this- [He lifts up the amulet around his neck.] But the last one ain't for sale. I say we go for it. Maybe one of the merchants has a doll collection and wants something to fill the "sparkly and slightly-creepy" category.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

All right, so... when do we get started?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

As soon as we trade that sucker in for parts, man. You think there's any place around here like a garage we could build in?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip shakes his head a little. ]

The only place I can think of are the stables and I doubt the real horses would want a mechanical companion.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

It'd be okay if we were careful, right? Like...say...knock out a stable wall and build in the barn part? Why the Hell do we have horses here, anyway?

[WHY MUST EVERYTHING FOIL HIS PLANS TO BUILD A SEXY CAR?]

They got a field, they can graze, or...do whatever horses do.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Apparently we have pet crocodiles here, do horses really surprise you?

[ FOAL HIS PLANS YOU SAY?

No. Wait.

There is an issue here. Pondering, pondering... ]

Tell you what, I'll just have a look around the grounds, maybe I'll find something.

[ It's not like he's got anything particularly exciting or urgent to do at the moment. ]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

How often do people re-enact Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid? I didn't even know we had horses until you just said so.

[ALAS, FOALED AGAIN.]

Lemme know if you see anything. [There are a few muffled noises as Dean disappears from the frame, only to return with a pencil and a notepad.]

I'll start makin' a list of everything we'll need.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Will do.

[ Will take a while too, looking at his upcoming schedule of getting drunk, being chased by his shadow self, drugging up, coming down and scoring a first class beating.

Of course Philip is less than informed about his gloomy future, so he mentally prepares to fulfil said task with much enthusiasm. ]

Talk to you later!

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

10-4, good buddy.

[Dean gives a little salute and a smile, and turns off the communicator.]