sirenspull | 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?

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[Dean is white knuckling his phone now. There's some things he can't handle hearing from the mouths of the things he's supposed to kill and what happened in hell is on the top of that list.

He's quiet for a while, face going from cool headed to hot under the collar quicker than he's comfortable with.]

Keep talkin'. I'm gonna send you back downstairs so fast your head'll spin.

"Downstairs"? That's my house, Dean. I'll just come right back up.

Even worse if you end up down there again. Everyone wants a crack at you, now that you've been touched by an angel.

I'll find a way to make sure you don't come back for seconds.

[Ignoring that he knows Lucifer is telling the truth. If he was that belly down scum he'd be wanting to axe the guy that got away too. Hell still haunted him in his sleep. Freebies were bound to piss a few demons off.]

And I'll find a way to make sure Hell follows you wherever you go.

[Saying it, he knows it's true, and it's like peace spreading through him. He's going to destroy Sam's mind. Whatever else happens, everyone around the Winchesters will suffer and die, and Sam and Dean will live with it. Until it breaks them. Until they can't even say for sure who they are anymore.]

Dean, I think we're in for the long haul.

[Dean's not the kind of guy to give up when someone like Lucifer's staring him down but so far the guy's been nothing but honest and that last bit stings like an open wound.

Right now, he knows there's nothing he can do. It's pretty clear on his face that he's fighting through just as much fear as anger.]

I'm gonna make sure you get what's comin' to you. Even if I have t'go down swingin'.

[For a second it sounds like he's gonna say more but then all you hear is the receiver going dead.]

:) I'm sorry but you can't do more to me than God did, Spunky.

third hunt ⇝ video

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[Video//Private//Unhackable] ;__; this thread. thank you bb.

[Video//Private//Unhackable] sob poor Dean T_T

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