033: [visual] contrary to the common belief, he's not dead

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, look, a visual that's not accidental for once. Dean doesn't do very many of these, but honestly, he's bored out of his freaking mind, he's tired of lurking around Buffy's castle feeling sorry for himself (or at least, he's ready to pretend like he is), and he needs some fresh air. So, Dean's rolling out of bed, turning on his tablet as he does.

"Yeah, alright, look," Dean starts, reaching up and mussing up his hair. "All you oldies out there, the ones that haven't been coming in like herds of sheep. Gimme a call. I wanna know who's still here."

There's a pause as Dean yawns widely, and rather rudely, into the tablet. Then he continues.

"For the rest of you, lemme give you some advice. Don't piss off the vampires. And if you're a vampire, just try me. I got a crossbow for Christmas and I haven't got the chance to use it yet."

Good job, Dean, way to greet the locals with your charm and grace.

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean's used to the abuse; he gets it from Faith all the time, so it doesn't faze him, and besides, he likes a chick who isn't going to hold back. She looks a lot more at ease, and while Dean is actually probably worse off than when they first met, he's pretty damn good at suppressing it. So Judith gets a lazy grin.

"Yeah, we tried that back home, but the assholes get right back up again," Dean replies. And don't worry, his gun is under his pillow. "Beheading 'em is the only way. Least, it is where I come from. Not everybody's vamps are the same."

[lanterncast.livejournal.com]

"They get more complicated? That's great, I love not knowing how to kill things." Judith lays the barrel of her gun flat across her forehead before she holsters it, because safety is for suckers. "The standard of 'cut it up and burn it' still applies, right? That gets almost anything." She's more comfortable talking about some aspects of her 'profession', even, and with pride reflected in her smile, although she wonders what Dean might think if he knew the angle she was approaching this from.

"Not that I'm planning a vampire killing spree, most of them seem like they're gonna behave like everyone else. Leaping to conclusions about anybody jsut gets you yelled at, you notice that?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Cut it up and burn it is pretty standard fare for just about anything, yeah." Dean is staring at that gun, because hi, chicks with guns are kind of his favorite things. Stop staring, Dean. When she's finished holstering it, Dean sits back, linking his hands behind his head and resting it against them. The tablet's resting up against his legs, so that he can still chat comfortably.

"Yeah, yeah, save the lecture. It was just a warning," Dean shrugs. His real reasoning is actually kind of destructive. "And I got good reasons for jumping to conclusions. Vamps only behave for so long before they flip out and bite the nearest innocent bystander."

[lanterncast.livejournal.com]

Judith certainly does not admire the spread of his shoulders, no sir. (She can look, why not? She'd never do something as crazy as anything in earnest with a hunter, just like she'd never, say, sneak out of the sept in the middle of the night to get tattoos.

"I'm not lecturing. I'm just saying everyone is dangerous, but hey--if someone's not an idiot and not a vampire they'll still pick up the general message, right? Which is 'don't fuck with people'. That just makes sense."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Yeah, just like Dean doesn't admire any part of Judith that he can see.

"Yeah, that's what I was going for. Most people don't get that. And the vamps take it as a challenge, which, whatever, if they're taking it as a challenge, I'll take 'em on."