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sirenspull2012-06-01 04:57 am
mulletrock) wrote in sirenspull2012-06-01 04:57 am
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third hunt ⇝ video
[When the feed flickers on Dean's figuring out how to angle it right over his shoulders so it's not too close or too far from him when he starts talking. The whole video thing's still new to him, and he's not sure how to turn it off half the time when he's talking to someone on it.
For a split second you get the image of a folded up assless hospital gown, Mary's apartment and the subtle sigils on the wall, then it's on him.
His hair is still wet from a shower and he's in a black t-shirt and jeans, the amulet looks like nothing but a small flicker of gold before he's got the receiver positioned upright.]
For those of you just joinin' us death's not permanent here. [He should've figured that out when it came to his dad but he just figured that it'd take a lot more than a bullet to the brain to kill him. He had to go out swinging.
Dean just looks tired. He's in nowhere near the same amount of pain as he was in before croaking but he's still riding some out. Not as pale but irritated and not doing a very good job of hiding it. He shrugs.] Doesn't mean you should go Berserker but I thought some of you could use the intel.
[Dean's about to turn off the feed when it hits him.] Anyone know what day of the week it is?
[TFW filter. Including all friends. None of the enemies. Screw you Meg, Crowley, Ruby, Zachy, and the rest.]
Sorry I checked out.
I feel like I got hit by a freight train and then Sam got some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me.
[Forget that both have sort of happened. He's not gonna go into how literal that metaphor is.]
Anyway, not sure how long I've been gone but at least I'm not some creepy night monster.
[Willow Rosenberg]
How 'bout that beer?
For a split second you get the image of a folded up assless hospital gown, Mary's apartment and the subtle sigils on the wall, then it's on him.
His hair is still wet from a shower and he's in a black t-shirt and jeans, the amulet looks like nothing but a small flicker of gold before he's got the receiver positioned upright.]
For those of you just joinin' us death's not permanent here. [He should've figured that out when it came to his dad but he just figured that it'd take a lot more than a bullet to the brain to kill him. He had to go out swinging.
Dean just looks tired. He's in nowhere near the same amount of pain as he was in before croaking but he's still riding some out. Not as pale but irritated and not doing a very good job of hiding it. He shrugs.] Doesn't mean you should go Berserker but I thought some of you could use the intel.
[Dean's about to turn off the feed when it hits him.] Anyone know what day of the week it is?
[TFW filter. Including all friends. None of the enemies. Screw you Meg, Crowley, Ruby, Zachy, and the rest.]
Sorry I checked out.
I feel like I got hit by a freight train and then Sam got some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me.
[Forget that both have sort of happened. He's not gonna go into how literal that metaphor is.]
Anyway, not sure how long I've been gone but at least I'm not some creepy night monster.
[Willow Rosenberg]
How 'bout that beer?
[Action]
Once Dean's done washing it off the bleeding's mostly done so he can turn back to the kid and drop that arm.]
They bleed. Most of the time it's a trick, but they can. It's the iron, or silver, or whatever does it. Salt. It's a repellent. Holy water is too.
[Dean goes through the cabinets. Now that he can finally eat and keep it down he's starving.]
You hungry?
[Action]
It's hard to sleep here at night... [that was truth.]
[He just watched Dean as he took care of himself. Spoke of iron and silver and salt and things. Holy water? man it was all like out of a good, bad movie. He wasn't sure what to ask or say. He'd have to think more on it.]
[For now he nodded, walking over to the table, sliding up on a chair and leaning in, watching the man sleepy like]
Meowth made me noodles this afternoon. I could eat though.
Re: [Action]
[With the noises of all those monsters trying to get in he was always on edge too.] Maybe I'll loan you my walkman and some AC/DC tapes. It should help you relax a lil' better.
[Dean pulls back from the sink and sets the towel in the dirty clothes hamper on his way to the sofa. He drags Ben along with him by putting an arm around his shoulders.]
Meowth? Thought I ran that freak show outta here. Guess I wasn't so lucky.