29: [Audio] Counting Bodies Like Sheep

[dashboardlite]

All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

He 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.

All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

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-

All work and no play makes Dean a |

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.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

"Over and out."

Comments

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Duh. Couldn't just leave him running around, right?

[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.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Did he now?

[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?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Aww. It wasn't so bad. We had a nice talk before the poison took over.

[Isn't this lovely? Bonding over killing the same person. So romantic.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Poison? Huh.

[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?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

That depends.

[She looks up at him, all big eyes and craziness simmering under the surface.]

What did you have in mind?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

A little double-teaming can't hurt the endgame, can it?

[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.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Dean, you say and do the sweetest things! Santana actually giggles a little when he dips her, the sound just wrong coming from a murdering cheerleader.]

See, now how can I resist that offer?

[No one could, obviously.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Didn't I teach you how to use a gun?

[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.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Even though her main motivation these days is ~murder~, she still looks interested in his trousers. Just saying.]

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.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[That is...hnnnnnnnthat visual is attractive.

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?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[She pouts a little, but it's short-lived before she's smirking again.]

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.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I like the way you think.

[Smiling crookedly (Read: manically), Dean leans in and kisses her.]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[APPROVED. And if they didn't have other places to be, other people to kill, she'd definitely be trying to keep this going to more interesting places.]