23: [Action/Video] Pirates

[dashboardlite]

Who'll make his mark
The captain cried
To the devil drink a toast
We'll glut the hold
With cups of gold
And we'll feed the sea with ghosts
I see your hunger for a fortune
Could be better
Served beneath my flag
If you've the stomach
For a broadside
Come aboard my pretty boys
I will take you and make you
Everything you've ever dreamed.

Obscenely loud music is blaring from one of the first floor parlors, and it possesses a remarkable nautical quality that borders on the fucking epic.  You might be wondering the reason for these festive tunes, curious resident.  If you happen to be peering through your communicator or walking down the hall, venturing into the nearest open door, your vision is assaulted by a swath of colorful fabrics draped over the furniture, from the ceilings, along the walls.  The alluring glitter of gold winks up at you from piles on the floor, and a bust of someone who looks suspiciously like Edward Teach is bedecked in jewelry and scarves.

The captain rose from a silk divan
With a pistol in his fist
And shot the lock from an iron box
And a blood red ruby kissed
I give you jewelry of turquoise
A crucifix of solid gold
One hundred thousand silver pieces
It is just as I foretold
You, you see there before you
Everything you've ever dreamed.

You might even see Dean Winchester, sporting an eyepatch and a large, plumed hat, lounging on a silk divan.  His jeans are tucked into heavy leather boots and he's wielding a flintlock pistol, cleaning the barrel with a chamois rag.  Pausing for one moment, he sets the gun aside and reaches over to pick up one of the gold doubloons scattered across the floor.  He then peels away the leafing and pops the chocolate money into his mouth, enjoying it with obvious relish.  Turning the music down as soon as it breaks to an instrumental interlude, Dean crosses his legs on the divan, getting comfortable.

He pulls out a hip flask, taking a swig and saluting the camera with his left hand - observant residents might notice that he appears to have only four fingers now.  Then he spreads his arms to welcome the adoring audience.

"All aboard, bitches."

Comments

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[She wasn't saying it to be mean or insulting anyway.]

I bet Captain Hook never did poetry. You're really falling down on this, you know.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean grins, eye still closed.]

Who are you to lecture me on piracy, wench?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Wow, there's a super endearing nickname. How about you not call me that, and I won't have to throw marbles at your lack of eye?

[She doesn't actually sound all that insulted, of course.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[The eye opens, and he pouts.]

You'd do that? You're so cruel to me.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Is that supposed to be news?

[All of this is really supposed to translate into: I'm glad you're not dead.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean chuckles and makes himself more comfortable, which is code for: Thanks.]

You got me there, baby.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[She peers at the necklace again.]

So how's your luvah taking this?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

...what? The necklace, or the piracy?

['Piracy' meaning 'one-eyed-ness'.]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[eyeroll. it's so much more impressive with both eyes.] The piracy and near death or whatever.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean eyes Santana warily for a moment, unable to recall ever telling her about him and Cas in the first place, but she's pretty damn clever with these sorts of thing, so he'll give her the benefit of the doubt.]

...he'll probably kick my ass later once he gets his strength back. Thinks I get into trouble too often.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Do I want to know why he doesn't have strength or whatever?

Of course I do.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

That one ain't what you think it is. [GRIN.] He came and saved my bacon, but didn't end up so pretty either. I swear, thought his brain was gonna bleed out his nose. He was doin' some kinda angel mojo thing, but it sucked all the energy out of him.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Huh. So that stuff actually exits, huh? Cool.

Sooo this alien isn't wandering around anyway? Just waiting to eat my brain or whatever?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Alien's taken care of.

[For now.]

Nothin' to worry about.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Nothing at all, huh? What about all the guys walking around with huge knives?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

...you saw a guy walking around with a knife?

[Suddenly he's not joking around anymore.]

What'd he look like? What was his name?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[She sighs and tries to remember.]

Kinda cute, in a sorta-old, British way. I've totally met him a bunch of times before and he was never this creepy and knife-having.

Oh, and Tim said the weird masked guy stabs people or something, I dunno.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

That's, uh-

[Crap. Crap crap crappity crap.]

...yeah, I know 'im. He was havin' an off-day.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Excuse me? An off-day. The guy that usually seems to scared to look at me for longer than two seconds suddenly decided his off-day would involve threatening me with a knife?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Yeeeeah, there might've been some outside influences if Clarence got around to threatening a teenager with a knife. Dean makes a mental note to strangle Clarence with a piano wire if he ever gets his own physical form.]

Why're you lookin' at me? S'not like I know all the inner workings of his mind.

[Just most of them.]

What'd he say to you?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

You just sounded like you kinda do.

[She shrugs.] He called me a brat. [Beat.] And a slut. And he got all weird and menacing and grabby.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Weird.

[Dean adds "branding with red-hot iron" to the list of Things to Do to Clarence.]

Yeah, that ain't like him. I'll call 'im up later and see what the Hell was goin' on.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Yeah, good luck with that. At least you're friends with all the creepy people!

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

It won't happen again.

[No, really. It won't.]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

I didn't know you held such power.