sirenspull | Entries tagged with !: dean winchester

[Dean's not at home, he's not at Mary's either. He's AWOL and he's happy about it. After the shit on New Years he'd rather be off the radar.]

Yeah- That's one helluva way to celebrate a year here.

[For those that know him his voice is a dead give away. He's in a lot of pain.]

How long've I been out?

mulletrock

[Dean's stretched out in the bed of a truck, a beer in one hand. The smoky atmosphere's pretty easy to place. It's Mugshots. Since he's off work he has no problem addressing the network for the first time since landing all the gigs that were able to buy him a work in truck that he'll put more energy into as each pay check keeps coming around.]

Before you ask, I don't do holidays.

I don't care what happened with the candy corn or what you're dressing up as. I don't like any of 'em, except maybe Thanksgiving and I still haven't had one of those that wasn't at a jam packed Denny's with cheap slices of microwavable turkey and instant potatoes.

So keep the Fall enthusiasm to yourself. If it were up to me Summer'd last all year long.

[Syrena]

If you're willin' to walk somewhere tomorrow I'll take you someplace nice.

[/Syrena]

Anyone interested in goin' off roading or mudding with me? I wanna see what this baby can really do.

mulletrock

[Dean's showing a different side of himself to the Port today with his charm full on in effect and no beer in his hand or irritated look on his face.

He's not usually on the network, and stays in his own circle but after a while of living off of hustling and bets on the side he's finally figured out if he wants perks he actually needs to get a job.]

Hey. My name is Dean Winchester, I don't make an appearance on this thing very often but I've been here for a few months and I've got the greeter gig so I might've run into some of you on the field once or twice before.

I'm lookin' for work. Somethin' that'll help me bring in the groceries and get somethin' nice for my apartment.

Let me know if you've got any positions available and we'll get t'know each other better.

[Dean goes to turn off his NV but winds up putting it on holo. You can see him sit down to eat some late night tacos and watch him fold his laundry. He starts in on cleaning his guns when he sees the light still blinking.]

-- How the hell?

[He picks up his phone and flips it open and closed a few times.]

Friggin' piece of crap.

[The rifling and attempts to turn it off go on for a few more minutes before the screen goes dark.]

Why couldn't this place leave my phone the way it was?

[The audio disconnects and the feed is completely gone.]

mulletrock

[Dean's pretty frigging worried but he's trying to stay cool about it and part of playing that game is not to alert the other people that might figure out how to read between the lines, know his silent cues, or will add to the drama themselves.

Sure, he'll pay for it later but right now keeping it from the rest is necessary.]

[Filtered away from everyone in his cast he can possibly think of but hackable.]

has anyone seen Mary Winchester?

she's been gone longer than usual and she's not picking up her phone

I'd like to think she's out having a good time but it's not like her to shirk parental duties so I have to play the role of the good samaritan and ask

mulletrock

[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?

mulletrock

[FAIL!Private to Sam Winchester]

[He still doesn't get it. Not even after the in-home lessons Mary gave him on the NV. He figured out the video, text, and audio functions easy enough but the filters are still pretty confusing. It doesn't help that he's been up half the night trying to figure everything out either.

When Dean comes on screen he's got a ballpoint pen twirling between his forefinger and thumb, he's not impressed and has a tired look of annoyance on his face.]

C'mon Sam this is stupid.

I spent all damn day outside lookin' for you, at all the usual places too, and couldn't find you anywhere.

How long're you gonna keep hiding like a bitch?

[He doesn't like shooting blanks. He's pretty ticked under the surface but doesn't let it show. He only looks annoyed and is keeping his cool pretty easy considering the situation.

Dragging a hand down over his eyes as he bites back a yawn Dean lets his head loll for a second before looking back at the receiver from beneath his raised brows.]

Whatever this is it can't be any worse than what you did before.

I thought we were past this kind of attitude.

Don't make me find you, dude, 'cause when I do I'm gonna kick your ass for the under the radar crap.

mulletrock

[Dean hasn't figured out the video function on his NV so he's blisfully unaware and accessing the network via audio because it's what he's used to.

His voice sounds rough with lack of sleep because he hasn't really gotten much in the past week but it's also lined with a hell of a lot of sarcasm and contempt for his situation.]

Since we got the whole parallel dimension snatching up civilians thing covered I guess it'd be stupid to introduce myself as Jerry Wanek.

What the hell's there to do around here except avoid the darkness and kill the crap that comes out of it?

This place'd be a lot better if I had my car.

[And because he hasn't figured out filters yet either he'll just be leaving it at that, even if he needs to talk to Cas and is going to try reaching Sam on his own time later.]