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endoftheverse) wrote2020-11-08 07:18 pm
endoftheverse) wrote2020-11-08 07:18 pm
Deerington Inbox.
[A general automated voicemail plays.]
[A general automated voicemail plays.]
Not gonna say, just in case.
It was fair, though.
I caused a lot of pain and confusion.
People are right to be pissed.
You know how it is. People find you and me, they get angry, they try to get rid of us, get mad, whatever. It’s not my first rodeo.
It was fair, though.
I caused a lot of pain and confusion.
People are right to be pissed.
You know how it is. People find you and me, they get angry, they try to get rid of us, get mad, whatever. It’s not my first rodeo.
No, I get it. That sucks.
[Just. Casually rooting through some of the supplies he's gathered looking for something that sounds appetising and looks easy to swallow without chewing too much. Chicken soup it is. He pockets the can and heads out to try to find a bottle of gingerale before heading towards Dean's.]
Well in other news I just found out about other Dean. Get this, Francine knew he was here all this time and never told me.
[Trauma really keeps 'em in shape, huh?
Well, okay, Sam's not exactly what people'd call fit these days. His elbows could probably be used as knives, and his appetite is apparently adamant about gaunt cheekbones. He could use the pounds. So fine, alright. Beer it is.]
... You know, the first time I got a part-time job that actually paid me during college, it felt like walking into an alien world. Who knew you could be paid for something and be a Winchester?
Well, okay, Sam's not exactly what people'd call fit these days. His elbows could probably be used as knives, and his appetite is apparently adamant about gaunt cheekbones. He could use the pounds. So fine, alright. Beer it is.]
... You know, the first time I got a part-time job that actually paid me during college, it felt like walking into an alien world. Who knew you could be paid for something and be a Winchester?
[Sam takes the beer, though he looks a little leery of the bottle. He... kinda was rock bottom alcoholic for a bit, near the end there. But then again, he was rock-bottom alcoholic for a hot minute when Dean was fucking dead and rotting in the ground and he wanted nothing more than to burn in hell instead of him, so — why is he even going to worry about it?
He pops it open and sips.]
You know, I had some jobs after we split. Made life easier to just be paid in cash, so I was a bartender for a little bit.
... Really stupid idea in hindsight, but. Kind of nice while it lasted.
He pops it open and sips.]
You know, I had some jobs after we split. Made life easier to just be paid in cash, so I was a bartender for a little bit.
... Really stupid idea in hindsight, but. Kind of nice while it lasted.
Edited 2021-04-17 20:17 (UTC)
[Well, Dean, that's just a given. Is now a bad time to say you should stop drinking so much?
Sam doesn't even think, when he reaches over and slaps one of Dean's feet off the table. It's just habit, regardless of the time between them; somebody's got to give Dean shit in his own cabin.]
Nothing that exciting to it. Chopped lemons, served beers. Got hit on a lot. [By gals and guys alike. 6'4" handsome guy serving booze to tipsy guests? Yeah, we all know where that heads.] It was a little weird, being on the inside looking out. Usually it's me sitting on the rickety barstools ordering something.
... I mean, 80% of me sitting at a bar in my life was bitterly. But.
[Pretty good job, Dean. He doesn't really talk this much about just about anything these days, not outside of the bare essentials and feeding Lucifer news to you and Cas and the people from home.]
Sam doesn't even think, when he reaches over and slaps one of Dean's feet off the table. It's just habit, regardless of the time between them; somebody's got to give Dean shit in his own cabin.]
Nothing that exciting to it. Chopped lemons, served beers. Got hit on a lot. [By gals and guys alike. 6'4" handsome guy serving booze to tipsy guests? Yeah, we all know where that heads.] It was a little weird, being on the inside looking out. Usually it's me sitting on the rickety barstools ordering something.
... I mean, 80% of me sitting at a bar in my life was bitterly. But.
[Pretty good job, Dean. He doesn't really talk this much about just about anything these days, not outside of the bare essentials and feeding Lucifer news to you and Cas and the people from home.]
[ Yeah, can they just...not do that. It's just a given with Dean, okay. ]
Sounds like a good job to me; lemons and chicks. [ chicks because wheeeeeee SOMEONE'S IN DENIIIALLLL ]
Punny, Sam. [ Bitterly sitting on a bar, lemons...ha. Hahaha. It makes Dean chuckle a little. ] Do the rickety chairs we're sitting on count? Or is there a quota that needs to be met?
Sounds like a good job to me; lemons and chicks. [ chicks because wheeeeeee SOMEONE'S IN DENIIIALLLL ]
Punny, Sam. [ Bitterly sitting on a bar, lemons...ha. Hahaha. It makes Dean chuckle a little. ] Do the rickety chairs we're sitting on count? Or is there a quota that needs to be met?
Huh
He does look a little like a Francine, doesn't he?
[He appreciates the slight turn in conversation here, Sam. It's at least a little lighter than shooting yourself in the head, or bludgeoning your brother.]
Francine's never been the best at telling us inside information. It's something we learned from him, and something he learned from dad, right?
He does look a little like a Francine, doesn't he?
[He appreciates the slight turn in conversation here, Sam. It's at least a little lighter than shooting yourself in the head, or bludgeoning your brother.]
Francine's never been the best at telling us inside information. It's something we learned from him, and something he learned from dad, right?
[Snort.]
And big scary dudes with guns and their butt-cracks hanging out. You know, our usual flock.
[Hunters come in many shapes and sizes, but, uh. You know the statistic. He sits down in one of those rickety chairs, playing a bit with his beer bottle, trying to decide what he should and shouldn't say. He opts for making it all sound fairly innocuous in tone - not so much in theory.]
As it turns out, being a wanted man in a place where people looking for you would end up? Not the smartest decision I made in my life.
And big scary dudes with guns and their butt-cracks hanging out. You know, our usual flock.
[Hunters come in many shapes and sizes, but, uh. You know the statistic. He sits down in one of those rickety chairs, playing a bit with his beer bottle, trying to decide what he should and shouldn't say. He opts for making it all sound fairly innocuous in tone - not so much in theory.]
As it turns out, being a wanted man in a place where people looking for you would end up? Not the smartest decision I made in my life.
[ He leans back in his chair, one foot down because Sam's a prude, gosh, and gives a little snort.
(he keeps his other foot up, so hah). ]
Yeah, your favorite type.
[ Ngh - there it is. He knows what Sam is sort of saying, he can read between the lines. Sam has been watched, hunted, and manipulated since he was a kid, and when Dean left him to his own devices, of course it got out he was Lucifer's vessel, of course hunters went after him. ]
We aren't known for smart decisions.
(he keeps his other foot up, so hah). ]
Yeah, your favorite type.
[ Ngh - there it is. He knows what Sam is sort of saying, he can read between the lines. Sam has been watched, hunted, and manipulated since he was a kid, and when Dean left him to his own devices, of course it got out he was Lucifer's vessel, of course hunters went after him. ]
We aren't known for smart decisions.
We really aren't.
[But he pushes through the awkward, between-the-lines truth, because it was his reality for a while, and he's used to it. He's accepted it.]
But... after that mess, I did a lot better as a maintenance man. Jumped around motels, learned how to fix things I never thought I'd know how to fix in a million years. So, uh. If you need any help with plumbing or electric work, I know a little of everything now.
[It was actually one of the nicer things.
Being able to fix things for once. No strings attached, no ulterior motives.
Just.
Fixing stuff.]
[But he pushes through the awkward, between-the-lines truth, because it was his reality for a while, and he's used to it. He's accepted it.]
But... after that mess, I did a lot better as a maintenance man. Jumped around motels, learned how to fix things I never thought I'd know how to fix in a million years. So, uh. If you need any help with plumbing or electric work, I know a little of everything now.
[It was actually one of the nicer things.
Being able to fix things for once. No strings attached, no ulterior motives.
Just.
Fixing stuff.]
[Listen a guy can only talk to himself about suicide for so long before he wants to jump off a roof.]
That's the one. It's a dick move, though.
Like I get what his thought process was and it's kind of sweet? For him? But seriously what the hell.
That's the one. It's a dick move, though.
Like I get what his thought process was and it's kind of sweet? For him? But seriously what the hell.
[Yeah, yep, pretty much.]
I'm not gonna pretend Dean always has a method to his madness.
He hadn't exactly been quick to tell me he had you in a basement, either.
Sorry I didn't tell you about your Dean, btw.
Was kind of, uh
overwhelmed by life.
[translation: he was fuckin possessed]
I'm not gonna pretend Dean always has a method to his madness.
He hadn't exactly been quick to tell me he had you in a basement, either.
Sorry I didn't tell you about your Dean, btw.
Was kind of, uh
overwhelmed by life.
[translation: he was fuckin possessed]
[He smiles, slight but sure. And teasing. Always teasing.]
What, you never learned how to fix a sink in all those years living in hotels?
[Looking around at the place, he seems a touch wistful. Like he's revisiting an old family home, despite the fact that this place is new and -- for lack of a better term -- fucked up.]
It's a project, right? Something to, uh. Keep our heads occupied.
What, you never learned how to fix a sink in all those years living in hotels?
[Looking around at the place, he seems a touch wistful. Like he's revisiting an old family home, despite the fact that this place is new and -- for lack of a better term -- fucked up.]
It's a project, right? Something to, uh. Keep our heads occupied.
Guess I can let you off the hook this one time.
So there's a girl here called Wanda, have you met her? She's got some abilities I think might be useful on our thing.
Haven't talked to the monk kid yet but that's next on my list.
Wanda, huh
What kind of abilities are we talking about, here?
[To say he's skittish about someone with powers influencing him in some way would be an understatement. But it's not like the other Sam isn't fully aware that he'd be skittish. So... consider him interested.]
What kind of abilities are we talking about, here?
[To say he's skittish about someone with powers influencing him in some way would be an understatement. But it's not like the other Sam isn't fully aware that he'd be skittish. So... consider him interested.]
[ he snorts, because Dean and sinks - a no go. Dean and cars...yes. He'd built their beautiful Impala back up from nothing - legos and army men included - and he'd do it again.
He had to do it again. That's the one thing he's got to do, here, while he has the opportunity, the time. Fix her, make her beautiful, make her perfect again - gift her to Sam, maybe, that wonderful old car, because he doesn't know how long he'll be here. Dean's not that lucky, all things considered.
Dean flashes a smile at Sam, lifting a shoulder, and he nods. ]
Yeah, exactly. Something to work on. And, you know -- [ he adds, pretending it's an afterthought when it isn't, it's a plea, ] You can stay here anytime.
He had to do it again. That's the one thing he's got to do, here, while he has the opportunity, the time. Fix her, make her beautiful, make her perfect again - gift her to Sam, maybe, that wonderful old car, because he doesn't know how long he'll be here. Dean's not that lucky, all things considered.
Dean flashes a smile at Sam, lifting a shoulder, and he nods. ]
Yeah, exactly. Something to work on. And, you know -- [ he adds, pretending it's an afterthought when it isn't, it's a plea, ] You can stay here anytime.
[Sam, of course, responds with tender love and care.]
I'm pretty sure no kitchen has power over you and your obnoxiously oversized stomach.
[He also may or may not be packing a few things in his apartment to carry over to the cabin.
Without telling Dean, of course, but still.]
I'm pretty sure no kitchen has power over you and your obnoxiously oversized stomach.
[He also may or may not be packing a few things in his apartment to carry over to the cabin.
Without telling Dean, of course, but still.]
[Completely understandable but also they need all he help they can get.]
[ie the text they're desperately trying to translate from a language they don't speak.]
She's psychic and telepathic but told me sometimes she pick up on energies. That she might be able to know what something means after touching it or seeing it.
[ie the text they're desperately trying to translate from a language they don't speak.]
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