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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?
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[Dean doesn't put as much enthusiasm as he could in the comment. Her next words sting a little, she doesn't know why. That's okay.]
Where I'm from it doesn't really matter what you believe.
[He knew more than anyone that the road to hell was paved with good intentions.]
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Well, just be careful. Look both ways before crossing the street, all those good tips.
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You bet.