31: [Video] Any Way You Want It

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Some of you may know Dean as "the obnoxious guy who plays loud music in the library."

Some of you may know him as "the obnoxious monster hunter with bad fashion sense."

Some of you may even know him as "jerk."

To you, he says "bitch" in return.

Fondly.

Dean is currently living up to everyone's expectations in the kitchen, being obnoxious and playing loud music* as he cooks the greatest creation known to mankind: The Turducken.

But one man cannot devour such a majestic beast all on his own. This is where you come in.






* - In case you were wondering, it's Journey.

Comments

video right before the update and hahaha now I want him to vanish while eating turducken

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Alex actually really likes this song. When it comes on over the network he finds himself jiggling his foot to it for a few moments before he registers that it's not coming from his own laptop.

He looks up at the wall communicator, ready to cut what he assumes will be a stranger's unwanted public feed, and sees - whoa. What is Dean doing to those birds and is it legal in most states?

...To a certain extent, Alex is from the Internet, where turduckens are a bit of a meme. He's well-equipped to make an educated guess.

"Is that what I think it is."

video that is awful and you are a horrible person

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These birds within other birds within other birds are legal in all states except for Hawaii, because man they are just too chill way out there to deal with birdception.

"Everything you think it is and more."

And doesn't that sound promising and fulfilling?

that means I should do it doesn't it

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Alex may be a terrible cook himself, but he is a Southern chap, and the South (in this narration's limited but extremely delicious experience) is all about pushing the boundaries of food upon food upon food. So no sarcasm for once, it actually does!

With two out of two tags talking about his roots, this narration strives to hit on something more original. How about Alex actually looking interested and not full of unearthly dread for once?

"What, are you putting a goose in there as well?"

MEBBE

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"Nah, just a whole lotta stuffing. Normally I don't like it in the turkey, 'cause it gets all mushy and gross, but the recipe says to, so," Dean shrugs and looks down at his filthy, filthy hands.

"You wanna try it when it's done? I'm makin' pie in the meantime."

I SMELL AN ACCORD BEING REACHED

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"I won't argue. I burn salad."

It occurs to him that those six words are a testament to how much more comfortable he is in the mansion than he was a year or so ago. Hey Dean, you ever think about what a privilege it is to be able to talk about something that's not heavy duty, and crack a joke that isn't a defence against traumatic stuff?

Of course, Alex Kralie is Alex Kralie and he's already making it heavy duty. But, uh... hey, look, more dialogue!

"Uh--"

An invite? For him? To come eat food? What is it with that happening lately?

He tries to shake the feeling that something terrible will happen. He always gets that feeling, and in the grand scheme of things the something terrible usually fails to occur outside of events. Heck, he had breakfast with Mark recently and that didn't end in tears or bloodshed. It was even nice.

And Dean seems like a cool guy to get to know better, and the way he acted after the rabbit doubt event made it seem unlikely that he's a full-time axe murderer. Unless he was literally acting, but--

Alex, he tells himself, stop being such a fucking coward.

"Sure, I'd like that."

Spoken like a true socially-stunted hermit. Sofia would be proud.

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Completely unaware of Alex's inner turmoil that, admittedly, dude, is pretty lame, Dean continues his ingredient-gathering and only glances up at the communicator when he gets a straight reply.

"Come on down to the kitchen, then," Dean shrugs again. "I'm probably gonna be here all friggin' day. Pecan pie goop is gonna meld itself to my skin permanently if I don't have somebody helping."

You think he's kidding. You'd like to, at least.

But you don't know pecan pie goop.

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Hey man, you say that again about his inner turmoil when you've had to deal with a horrible supernatural monst...

...

Never mind.

"I'll come rescue you," Alex says, even hazarding some humour, because it's hard to stay a total killjoy when talking to someone like Dean in an upbeat mood. A little later he even arrives in person, which actually marks the first time they've been in closer proximity than a screen.

"Hey..." um what was your name gdi "Dean."

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Did you say horrible supernatural monsters?

...No? Well. Maybe another time, then.

"Thanks," Dean grins gratefully. He's not bored, really, but having a little company would be nice. "If you're not crap at cooking you can help."

Although the implication is that Dean is not crap at cooking. Which he is. Just FYI. He doesn't bother looking up from his incredibly scintillating work at the second bit, there.

"And that's my name, don't wear it out."

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"...About that."

The not being crap at cooking thing. Alex... well, he's slowly learning to poach an egg without including half the shell, let's put it that way. You can put it down to a lack of interest as much as a lack of skill; his art lies in stunning and deep moving pictures, not in perfect eggs.

Though he does hold enough of an interest to walk a bit closer and eye Dean's work so far appraisingly.

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"You're not as bad as I am, are you?"

He half-grins, half-grimaces as Alex approaches.

"'Cause you have no idea how many pies gave their lives just so I could make the perfect one."

Here's a hint: more than twenty. But no one can say that Dean Winchester half-asses things if he can help it.