29: [Audio] Counting Bodies Like Sheep
Oct. 28th, 2011 12:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dashboardliteHe types because he can. Not to send, just...to type. Dean isn't sure when it really started. Maybe when he woke up. Maybe it was always there. Maybe it's just cabin fever, the stress of being stuck in one place for too long. Being trapped. Trapped. Trapped.
It feels to wrong to just...jusssssssssst just sit around. Waiting. Waiting. People to see. Places to go. Rooms to visit. The hallways are filthy with the promising stench of blood, so much blood he can taste it. I'm not gonna hurt you, no, no, I'd never, I'm just gonna bash your brains in, sweetheart, just hold sti-
He switches the radio on, clears his throat, and becomes the dull boy.
"Hey! There anyone out there? It's Dean." He sighs, careful not to oversell the act. "The hallways are pretty tricked out, and I got a feeling that none of this is gonna end well for any of us since it ain't like we've got any clues yet. I'm thinkin' we oughta stick together to stay safe. If anybody needs help, radio me. I've dealt with almost everything, so we might as well be prepared."
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
"Over and out."
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post Philip's beautiful death!
Date: 2011-10-30 04:27 am (UTC)Come and get her.]
Come here often?
Date: 2011-10-30 04:40 am (UTC)Dean stops halfway down the hall, one shirt sleeve red with blood (not his own, duh), and tilts his head to one side curiously. Leaning up against the wall, he lets that clever grin spread across his face.]
Having fun?
For you? Always.
Date: 2011-10-30 04:50 am (UTC)Dean! Just the guy I wanted to see.
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Date: 2011-10-30 04:52 am (UTC)[The grin widens, and he folds his arms across his chest.
She's...not...quite right...either. Wonderful.]
Painting the town red tonight, sweetheart?
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Date: 2011-10-30 05:04 am (UTC)[She just looks so very happy to see him!]
I found your leftovers.
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Date: 2011-10-30 05:11 am (UTC)Dean takes a few sidling steps closer.]
Oooh, you're welcome. Took care of it, did you?
[My darling, with that feral glint in your eye, you have never looked more edibl- I mean. Beautiful.]
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Date: 2011-10-30 05:14 am (UTC)[She snickers.] Not that he was really able to run anywhere. But he mentioned it was you, so. Color me surprised.
[Not that she looks at all surprised. No, she looks a little more...hungry. For what, who can tell.]
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Date: 2011-10-30 05:21 am (UTC)[Did somebody mention the word "hungry?" Dean is starving.]
I might've paid him a visit. Just a brief one. He didn't make real good company, y'know?
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Date: 2011-10-30 05:32 am (UTC)[Isn't this lovely? Bonding over killing the same person. So romantic.]
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Date: 2011-10-30 05:39 am (UTC)[Admittedly, he'd gone for more conventional methods, but hey. Whatever works.]
I was gonna surprise 'im by rubbing out Daniel and the British chick he hangs out with, but I guess I got the rest of the weekend to do that.
[Le sigh.
But he looks to Santana, expression intrigued, stepping in almost too close.]
You got any plans?
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Date: 2011-10-30 06:00 am (UTC)[She looks up at him, all big eyes and craziness simmering under the surface.]
What did you have in mind?
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Date: 2011-10-30 06:09 am (UTC)[It's better to work in groups, in this case.
Dean slides his hands down Santana's arms, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her close. He sways a little, similar to a mock-form of dancing, and murmurs in her ear:]
You've obviously done pretty damn well for yourself so far.
[He twirls her, dips her, smiles winningly.]
But I can teach you a few tricks.
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Date: 2011-10-30 06:26 am (UTC)See, now how can I resist that offer?
[No one could, obviously.]
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Date: 2011-10-30 06:53 am (UTC)[At some point? Maybe? Well. He has a spare, right here in his trousers!
...all right, so he nicked it off of Philip. Whatever.
Dean pulls away and offers the weapon to her, grinning.]
Merry early Christmas.
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Date: 2011-10-30 08:33 am (UTC)Uh-huh! [She takes it, pleased.] Nice. I took that Alex guy's gun earlier, but I like this one better.
[She strokes it a little. Yes, like that.]
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Date: 2011-11-05 05:13 am (UTC)Dean checks his watch and curses.]
...fuck. I gotta schedule to keep.
[He creeps closer and invades the personal space bubble again, this time with his face in hers.]
Be a good girl and fight the good fight, hm?
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Date: 2011-11-05 05:27 am (UTC)Next one I do, I'll dedicate it to you. [She pats his cheek for emphasis, turning the touch into a slight caress. Her smirk widens to a grin.]
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Date: 2011-11-07 05:45 pm (UTC)[Smiling crookedly (Read: manically), Dean leans in and kisses her.]
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Date: 2011-11-07 09:50 pm (UTC)