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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[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)