24: [Video] Traveling Riverside Blues
May. 23rd, 2011 12:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dashboardlite[At first, Dean had thought that the dream he had a couple nights before was just weird. Clockwork dolls, inky-black demon eyes - it was bad mojo. Things are changing around him, and for the most part it doesn't bother him too much. He expects it, now, because this mansion is screwed to Hell and back and there's very little that surprises Dean anymore.
Except for when he takes a walk outside, and his tranquility is promptly ruptured by the sight of his car. Sure, he's been dwelling on the lack of transportation recently, but still.
His car.
An excited video message from a Dean Winchester that hasn't genuinely smiled in months is being broadcasted, and he'd love to share his
Dude. Dude. My- guys, I can't even...seriously, it's just- it's my baby. She's here, and she's beautiful, and she's so goddamn perfect. You all gotta come down and see her.
[He suddenly wonders if he can project miles of endless highway if he thinks about it hard enough. It's worth a shot.
Dean is so ecstatic that he doesn't even know who he's advertising this information to.]
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Date: 2011-05-23 08:36 pm (UTC)[ Wait, this requires another lick. It doesn't count to the original four, okay. ]
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Date: 2011-05-23 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-23 08:41 pm (UTC)[ Okay, now she's crawling under the car. Since you're probably not going to follow her, she will be taking advantage of this opportunity to sneak in as many licks as possible.
This is called cheating, my friends. And Terezi doesn't give a damn. ]
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Date: 2011-05-23 08:57 pm (UTC)...I know all you trolls can do weird different things, but are you...like...tasting colors?
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Date: 2011-05-23 09:32 pm (UTC)Wiggle wiggle.
Wiggle.
Now we're good. ]
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Date: 2011-05-23 10:04 pm (UTC)[He straightens up, staring at her from over the top of the car.]
So what's the rest of the car taste like?
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Date: 2011-05-23 10:24 pm (UTC)[ She paps at a wheel. ]
[ Grin. ]
[ She points to the ground, indicating the undercarriage. ]
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Date: 2011-05-23 11:02 pm (UTC)He remembers cramming cinnamon crackers into the back seat when he was a kid. The lemon-scented air freshener hanging from the rear-view mirror. Spilling a box of licorice on the floor after he and Sammy both tried it and decided that it tasted really gross.
Working on the car for weeks after it had been totaled a couple of years back. Hours spent daily on a rolling board under the Impala, coming back to Bobby's house grimy and sweaty and pleased with himself around dinner time.
He can't even think of anything to say. These are things that he'd almost forgotten because it's been so long.]
...what...what was your name, again?
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Date: 2011-05-24 04:45 am (UTC)[ She holds out her hand. It's completely in the wrong direction. Whoops. ]
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Date: 2011-05-24 05:04 am (UTC)Dean Winchester.
[Please don't lick him.]
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Date: 2011-05-24 05:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-24 05:09 am (UTC)[Ewwww, now his hand is slimy. Does he dare ask? Yes. He wants to know.]
What do I taste like?
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Date: 2011-05-24 05:12 am (UTC)[ SNIFF. SNIFF. ]
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Date: 2011-05-24 05:18 am (UTC)S'not vodka, it's whiskey. But close enough. [A broad grin.] Apple pie's right, though. All-American.
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Date: 2011-05-24 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-24 05:45 am (UTC)[Dean slides into the driver's seat, shutting the door behind him and revving up the Impala. She grumbles irritably for a moment before the growling mellows out into a purr.
Leaning to one side and looking out the window, he raises an eyebrow.]
You wanna feel some classy Midwestern highway? You can tell me what the air tastes like.
[GRIN. He's taking the Metallicar for a spin one way or another.]
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Date: 2011-05-25 07:37 am (UTC)[ Give her a second. If you could see her eyes, they'd be closed in concentration. After about ten seconds, her hair slowly turns a lovely shade of bright fucking red. At eleven seconds, her wings vanish. At thirteen, her outfit's shades of appleberry (blue and red) with some lime (green).
Now she's ready. Except for... Figuring out how the door opens. That takes an additional ten seconds or so. But once it's open, she's hopping into the passenger seat. ]
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Date: 2011-05-25 07:43 pm (UTC)She doesn't need to tell him twice about starting, though. Dean shifts gears and puts the pedal to the metal. Seat belts? What are those? He's just going to happily cruise up to seventy for the time being, enjoying the wind rolling in through the open windows on his imaginary highway.]
You ever been in a car before?
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Date: 2011-05-25 11:27 pm (UTC)Needless to say, it takes her a while to answer. ]
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Date: 2011-05-26 05:29 am (UTC)So how's that flavor thing goin'?
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Date: 2011-05-27 07:24 pm (UTC)life is fucking delicious. ]
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Date: 2011-05-28 03:39 pm (UTC)Dean changes the channel (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3HemKGDavw) but leaves the volume high.
This is the best day he's had in months.]
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Date: 2011-05-31 10:16 pm (UTC)AT SOME POINT, TEREZI WILL REQUIRE BROFISTS. ]