018: [Location: Streets of Taxon/Visual] The truth will piss you off?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

So today, unaware of the terrible, terrible things in store, Dean is strolling down the street. This is one of the rare days that he doesn't feel like driving, which is both a bad thing and a good thing. Good, because he's getting exercise, which in turn lets off all the extra energy he has that was originally devoted to hunting. Bad, because he doesn't have any weapons with him. You know, just in case.

So he's walking, and he's got his tablet out, flicking through the options and settings for the thousandth time, trying to see if there's anything he's missed. Of course, he accidentally sets off the visual setting, and then, once realizing it, sighs.

"Hate technology," Dean mumbles, clicking it off.

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Oho, Dean is intrigued.

"Yeah? Why's that?"

[freaks-myword.livejournal.com]

Too bad Gwen isn't interested in expanding right now. So she's gonna change the subject.

"Because I'm like a human live wire? I can control and generate electricity."

Well. So much for that.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Actually, Dean has heard and seen weirder things. He looks interested, really, even though he's vaguely weirded out by the whole electric thing. As a general rule, he doesn't trust stuff like that.

"Okay, so that's weird, but I can handle it," Dean says, even though he didn't mean to. "Can you turn it off and on?"

[freaks-myword.livejournal.com]

Weird is definitely one effective way of putting it. And Gwen's used to that sort of description so she merely shrugs, and then adds (a lot quicker and reassuring-sounding than she intends to):

"Well, I stole this military thing that shuts it off."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Which Dean finds pretty awesome, actually. Because if she's trying to reassure him that she can turn it off, he must be doing something right.

"That so? Huh." Thoughtfully.

[freaks-myword.livejournal.com]

Right. Change of subject would be great right about now.

"Now that you seem to know my story. What's yours, Dean?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, man. Don't ask him that, he doesn't want to tell it all!

"Mom was killed when I was a kid by a demon that nearly killed my little brother, and my dad went on a crazy mission to kill all the demons he could find until he killed the thing that killed my mom. Dragged me and my brother along with him when we were kids--" Okay, that's enough, Dean drops his tablet and covers his mouth, kicking the thing away from him.

Gwen can probably hear him cussing, though.

[freaks-myword.livejournal.com]

Whoa there. Clearly someone is taking the word 'story' way too literally. She just can't help the little amused smile twitching on her lips when she hears--and sees--the Tablet completely abused. Maybe he just needs to vent? The rant's a little jumbled but sounds like his childhood was just as fun as hers.

"I, um...killed a little boy once," she offers quietly, very much hoping that Dean has kicked the Tablet into a sewer and is far, far away and she's just talking to empty air. "Electricity doesn't mesh with toy cars," she continues despite her own mental protestations.

Why does she keep talking? She's not a heart-to-heart girl.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Not his fault, the truth was literally spilling out of him. Usually he doesn't tell people that much, or anything at all, really, therefore his reasoning behind kicking the tablet away so he could ramble without her hearing.

He kind of hears that coming from his tablet, though, her confession, and when he picks up his tablet again, he looks irritated and vaguely upset. He won't mention her story if she doesn't mention his.

"I don't know what the hell is wrong with me-- but then again, when do I ever-- but for some reason I can't control what I'm saying."

[freaks-myword.livejournal.com]

Deal. Gwen will match that look of irritation with a kind of vaguely pissed off look.

"Trust me, honey. I'm not Miss Heart To Heart. In fact all this past talk really makes me uncomfortable." She sighs, gritting her teeth. "This place really sucks. What the hell do we do?"

A beat.

"Don't answer that."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Sweetheart, you have no idea. I don't do the confessions time thing either," Dean says, shifting just as uncomfortably. "We forget we had this conversation?"

[freaks-myword.livejournal.com]

"That sounds like a fantastic idea," Gwen replies. "But hey, it was nice to meet you," she admits. Truthfully. (Damn)