31: [Video] Any Way You Want It

[dashboardlite]

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.

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[usskickass.livejournal.com]

Son, you better be sharin' that.

[With her. Obviously.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Watch as he smiles in a gentlemanly fashion.]

I ain't gonna eat it all by myself. Don't see why I can't spread the wealth.

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

Hang on, I'll come make some of my famous dressing.

[She arrives, smiling wide.]

So, you're Dean, right?

[Magicking up some ingredients!]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Think we mighta met once before. You're, uh...Sh...Shannon?

[Dean's never been very good with names. Uh. Yeah.

But oh man, he's excited about the prospect of delicious, delicious dressing.]

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

[She grins.]

That's right. Glad to meetcha.

[Beiste starts up the dressing, doing whatever you do in order to make dressing. Probably it involves bread.]

You were the one offerin' "hunting" lessons, weren't you?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Yep.

[Maybe you've noticed the gun shoved down the back of Dean's pants. It's there just in case. Seriously. You never know.]

Why, you interested in the fine art of monster-hunting?

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

[She hasn't, or else she'd be more nervous.]

Well, I have to say it seems more useful here than it ever did back home.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

No kidding. What'd you do back home?

[Because this question actually means something now that he's talking to an adult and not a teenager.]

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

High school football coach. Not exactly into the whole fighting monsters gig given I don't think we have any where I come from.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that the high school you work at's in Lima, Ohio?

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

Shocking turn of events, aint' it?

[She grins, shaking her head.]

It's weird. You'd think that town was special or somethin', with so many of us here. Far as I could tell it was just a regular town in Ohio.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

'Least you got some people from your world. I got diddly-squat, and it ain't nearly as fun.

[Dean moves to the fridge for a beer and cracks it open before offering it to Shannon.]

...you want one, or are you setting an example for the kids?

[A grin.]

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

Sorry, man.

[She rolls her eyes, grinning back good-naturedly.]

Hand it over, pretty boy.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"You got it, sister," Dean slides the beer across the counter and gets one for himself.

NOTHING LIKE BEER ON A BALMY MORNING INSIDE, EH?

"So what's it like bein' a teacher for 'em when they're running all over the place in this mansion?"

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

NOTHING QUITE LIKE IT, NO.

"Not like bein' a teacher normally." But that probably goes without saying. "I mean, I don't have much authority here other than age. And that ain't worth much to the kids who can fly and crap."

She sighs.

"But...I think some of 'em trust me. They listen. Can't say that's always the case back home."

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"And you work with 'em by choice?"

Color him impressed. Teenagers are the hardest, for a whole slew of complicated reasons. Dean doesn't remembering it being a very forgiving time when he was in high school.

"S'good they're listening here; I mean, they could be a helluva lot worse."

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

"Yeah..." She takes a swig of her beer, shrugging a little. "There's just somethin' about bringing the best out of them, you know? Especially since they're all so afraid they don't have anything to give."

She looks at him, frowning. "Guess you didn't have the average childhood, right?"

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

That's kinda nice, when he actually thinks about it. Bringing out the best in them. Huh.

"Not so much, no," Dean chuckles, scratching the back of his head. "Sorta grew up on the road. My dad taught me everything he knew about huntin' monsters, and hey - here I am. It ain't easy, but if it was then it wouldn't be fun."

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

"Fun, huh?" Beiste raises an eyebrow, surprised. "So all that monster huntin'...it's fun?"

She doesn't feel like this guy's from way-back-when. He dresses like guys she knew back home. So she's guessin' this is something more like what they show on the TV...

"You don't eat them, right? I kinda figured you were more like, y'know. Ghostbusters."

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"Hell yeah, it's fun," he replies. Dean wouldn't do his job if he didn't like it. "But no, eatin' 'em would be a little weird, even for me."

Chuckling, he flicks at the bottle of beer and listens to the glass PING.

"We're kinda like...yeah, we're like the Ghostbusters. Who ya gonna call? sorta deal, 'cept we keep below the radar. Hunters are usually the only ones who know about the monsters."

[usskickass.livejournal.com]

"Huh." She puts the finishing touches on her stuffing and slides the bowl over to him so he can start shoving it all in. "I guess when I think about fighting werewolves and dragons I start worryin' about how y'might die more than anything."

Legitimate concern, after all.