01: [Voice -> Video] Carry On Wayward Son

[dashboardlite]

[There's an unhappy growling sound, a few switches clicking, and the low buzz of electronics warming up.]

C'mon, you fucker.  Jesus, you- Okay. There.  God damn it, didn't think I'd have to leave my own message like a bad zombie apocalypse movie.

[The screen flickers and it clears up to show a man's torso before he bends down to squint into the camera. He's ruggedly good-looking, albeit a little angry at present with the set jaw and furrowed brow. He narrows green eyes at the lens and prods it experimentally before shuffling to one side and scraping a chair across the floor to the table, settling on it and propping his feet up before speaking.]

No goddamn clue where I am.

[He groans, rubbing the back of his neck.]

'M in a room, in a house, and Sammy if you get this broadcast you come and find me, you hear?  For all I know it's the freakin' trickster again tryin' to screw around with me, and this time I don't wanna die chokin' on a taco or getting a desk dropped on my sexy head.

[The man glares at the camera before digging into his leather jacket, pulling out an IMI Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol and checking the weight and munitions cartridge.  Prying one of the bullets out, he holds it up to the camera briefly.]

See that? Wrought iron.

[Looks rather pleased with himself as he replaces it in its case and reloads the gun.]

If any demons or ghosts come around lookin' for me I'll be ready.

[Quirks a little smile at the gun before tucking it back into his jacket and fingering the amulet around his neck, lost in thought for a moment before mumbling hoarsely.]

...you gotta find me, Sammy. S'not like I had much time left, anyway.

[He reaches over, and there are a few seconds of muffled, bumping noises before he hits the switch and the screen goes black.]

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[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[She walks in like she owns the place, and waves.]

Hey. Think you can make the walk now before you faint from hunger? [She's teasing instead of being sarcastic, as she would be usually. Cute guys get special treatment.]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow, turning in his chair and giving her a once-over. It's a damn pity she doesn't look legal. Only high schools have cheerleading uniforms like that - he remembers that much. He offers another charming smile anyway.]

I can try.

[Pushes himself off the chair, most likely towering over her at six feet, three inches. Shoving his hands into his pockets, the smile persists.]

We gotta wait for triangle-sweater, though. He heard you comin' and wanted to join.

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[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[It's all legal here. Just think of THAT, Dean.

She smiles up (and up) at him...until he mentions Kurt. Smile: gone.]

What. Of course he did. [Cue the faux-concern.] I just hope he doesn't make you uncomfortable.

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He notes the sudden upset expression, but doesn't say anything about it. What, was she planning on hitting on him like Jo had? Normally he'd be all on that like ectoplasm on a nasty-ass ghost, but...well. After everything that's been happening, and the time he's got left...fuck it, who cares?]

Uncomfortable? Why?

[Dean smiles blithely, waggling his eyebrows.]

You jealous, or somethin'?

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[thisisherson.livejournal.com]

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[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[STFU, KURT YOU AREN'T EVEN IN THE ROOM YET.

Anyway indeed, Santana rolls her eyes when the knock comes.]

I really don't have anything to be jealous of. Especially not concerning him.

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[He laughs sharply, moving over to the door and pausing with his hand on the knob, casting her another cocky grin over his shoulder.]

Well, with the way you're checkin' out my pecs, somethin's goin' on.

[He turns the handle, stepping back to open the door. And staring. Yeah, that sweater's pretty impressive in real life.]

...Kurt.

[Nods a little, biting his tongue from some snide remark about the sweater. If Sammy were here, he'd get a bitchface.]

Glad you could join us.

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[thisisherson.livejournal.com]

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Glad to be here, Dean. Santana.

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I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long?

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[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[She is not going anywhere, Kurt. DEAL with it.

She's giving him the same exact look, by the way. You look 12; go away.]

Not long enough. [So cheerful!]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[The tension here is so thick he could cut it with a freaking knife. For being 'friends', these two sure look pissed at each other. His mouth twitches into a smile at Kurt's polite welcome.]

Nah, wasn't too long. I was probably shit at small-talk, though.

[Dean clears his throat awkwardly in the sudden silence that falls over all three of them, and moves to the duffel bag on his bed.]

...well, if we're going anywhere...

[He rummages through the bag, checking through the few weapons he has before zipping it back up slinging it over his shoulder.]

...we'll be safe.

[Dean rubs his chin, eyes darting between the two teens in front of him, mentally smacking himself in the forehead. Why was he even teaming up with adolescents; he remembered his own teenage years as being hormonally charged and- Oh.]

So, who's gonna play leader?

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[thisisherson.livejournal.com]

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I'll bring us there. It's the least I can do for showing up late, even if it was fashionably so.

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It's on the first floor, but I'm sure we'll all be fine in your capable hands. Shall we?

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[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[YOU GET AN EYEROLL, KURT. Dean, you get a smile.]

Uh-huh. [She stands next to Dean, then gives Kurt the sweetest most kindest smile ever. No, really.] Go on, then, Kurt. Lead on, and we'll follow. Behind you.

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[[ooc; I moved this thread to my newest journal so the comments wouldn't get stretched so far. NO WORRIES I closed it to everyone but us for now. 8D Go check it out there.]]